After saying that, Han Murphy began to slide the mouse and inspect the laptop. After a while, his eyebrows raised slightly, and a smile that could be said to be brilliant or gloomy, or gloomy or gloomy appeared on his face.
"Su Xiaoxiao, are you actually reading about my scandal?"
"Who told you to be famous?" This was a fact, she couldn't deny it.
"You just registered for a vest and are planning to reply. What do you want to write?" Han Murphy asked directly.
"I...I...of course I want to write about you." This sentence is definitely against my will.
"Oh, really? Then hurry up and write."
"It's just a chair. Now that you sit on it, I can't write."
"It's okay, come sit here." After saying that, Han Murphy patted his thigh and motioned for her to sit over.
She knew she had nowhere to escape, but she just didn't want to sit there and be manipulated by Han Murphy like plasticine.
Her steps moved very slowly, and her brain was working rapidly.
Compared to her casualness, Han Murphy dressed seriously: leather shoes, suit pants, light blue shirt, tie... he must have just come from the company.
"Murphy, your suit is very expensive. I'm afraid it will get wrinkled while sitting on you." Han Murphy's suits are all custom-made from Italy. It is impossible for them to be inexpensive.
"It's okay. If it gets wrinkled, just throw it in the wash and iron it and it'll be fine."
"But what if it gets worn out? The quality of my clothes isn't very good, so I'm afraid it might get worn out."
"It's okay. Once it's worn out, just throw it away. Anyway, I have to buy new ones every year."
"But... it's the end of October now. Although the weather is not hot, there is no air conditioning here. It would be very uncomfortable for the two of us to sit together."
Faced with her endless rejections, Han Murphy finally got angry. He reached out and grabbed her arm, pulled hard, and forced her to sit on his lap: "Girl, you really want to be beaten. If I don't use force on you, you won't get a point."
Kind of obedient."
As soon as she sat on Han Murphy, she smelled like sweat.
Han Murphy is one of the few men who sweats and makes her smell better.
She couldn't help but move closer to the back of his neck and took a deep breath.
The smell that belonged to Han Murphy immediately filled her entire nasal cavity.
She likes this taste because it has a sense of past and present life.
"Write quickly, don't delay." Han Murphy straightened her body and put her hands on the computer keyboard.