Quick Transmigration: Targeted by the Boss

"Wait, the others, in different colors."

Su Qiao stopped the little Er who was almost thrown over by him.

"The red with purple, the green with blue, and the red with yellow, just wrap those three sets."

Su Qiao pointed at the clothes hanging on the wall, Xiao Er's whole body was numb.

The clothes were removed mechanically like a robot.

Looking at those clothes, Bailihan frowned, but soon stretched out again.

"My lady likes these?"

"Yeah." Su Qiao nodded with a guilty conscience.

A secret smile flashed in Bailihan's eyes: "The husband wears it every day for you to see."

"...Okay." Su Qiao suddenly regretted it.

It is not Bailihan who is in trouble, but herself?

The corners of Xiao Er's eyes twitched, and there was nothing to say.

The eyes of this couple are really... so special!

However, the most dirty and hard-to-sell clothes in the store have all been sold at once, and the boss will definitely reward me this month.

Little Er happily counted with his fingers.

The two people walking down the street again...

"Miss, why are they all looking at me?"

"That's because you look good in this dress."

Su Qiao said something against her heart with a straight face, but she kept thinking about it in her heart.

I don't know what a big man is so good looking for.

Even though he was wearing dirty clothes, there were still many women staring at him.

"Oh, so that's how it is." Bailihan looked suddenly realized.

Su Qiao suddenly pulled him: "Don't move, you have dirt on your face, I'll wipe it for you."

Bailihan bowed his head honestly.

"All right."

Su Qiao held his face in both hands, wiped it perfunctorily, and released it.

Looking at his sallow face with satisfaction, Su Qiao snorted.

Hmph, let's see how you still attract bees and butterflies.

The yellow powder was a kind of powder she used to dispense medicine, and it couldn't be wiped off unless it was washed with water.

"My lady is so kind to me." Bailihan's nose was filled with a faint smell of medicine, and a meaningful smile appeared on his face.

Su Qiao didn't notice his expression, and said unceremoniously, "Just know."

With the wide sleeves hem, Bailihan quietly took her hand: "Don't worry, madam, I will treat you well too."

"Hmph, that's about the same."

Su Qiao looked left and right, dragged him to a relatively remote alley, and kept chattering:

"You are not allowed to go to crowded places in the future."

"Why?" Bailihan raised his eyebrows, deliberately pretending to be puzzled.

Su Qiao threw off his hand and gave him a big white eye by the way.

"Why else? Of course, to avoid being dragged away by a woman."

Doesn't he have any self-awareness?

It looks so good-looking, isn't this a crime?

The most annoying thing is that even her woman was compared.

[Host, do you think his cultivation is a decoration? 】

Even being dragged away by a woman, she thought it was in a peaceful modern age.

444 despises the host's IQ very much.

Su Qiao's expression of envy, jealousy and hatred almost didn't make Bailihan smile.

He held back his smile and carefully held her hand again: "Jojo is also pretty."

After a pause, there was a flash of darkness in his black eyes: "Jojo, don't go to crowded places in the future, so as not to be dragged away."

"However, if I'm with me, it'll be fine."

Bailihan's worries were not wrong.

Su Qiao's appearance is the best in the world of self-cultivation.

Let alone in the mortal world?

There were many men who saw her just now.

If it wasn't for his secret warning, it is estimated that many men would have come up to chat with him just now.

"..." Su Qiao was very heartbroken.

Does that count as picking up a rock and hitting yourself in the foot?