The Full-level Boss Took the Sick and Weak Script

So for half an hour, you deserve to run errands in the same city.

Jiang Beiyu's eyes were indescribable: "Go out and see the girls of your age, who like you doesn't even have a decent bottle of makeup remover?"

Even the bottle in my hand was bought at a brick-and-mortar cosmetics store just after spending dozens of dollars on errands. The makeup remover was 85 yuan, and the errand fee also cost dozens of dollars.

She didn't live like a qualified rich woman at all—except for the interesting car at the door.

Su Nanzhi also ignored Jiang Beiyu's sarcasm.

On the other hand, Jiang Beiyu was very good at finding the key points. His eyes locked on the bag that Su Nanzhi brought back. The logo on it was a little familiar, like one of the few places Mrs. Jiang would usually buy.

"What's in it is the evening dress you're going to wear tomorrow? A little skirt?" Jiang Beiyu's words were full of curiosity, like a curious cat.

Unfortunately, before Jiang Maomao's paw touched the bag, his little bodyguard took it away first.

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"Why are you so stingy, you didn't even give me a look," Jiang Beiyu clicked his tongue, "You just took up my parking space, did I say anything?"

Su Nanzhi: "Don't you still have several vacancies?"

What happened to her stopping one?

Jiang Beiyu: "Are you disgusted that there are not enough cars in the teacher's garage?"

"……No."

Su Nanzhi rejected Jiang Beiyu's idea of ​​seeing her evening dress.

Jiang Beiyu: "..."

The little girl is really not cute at all.

Su Nanzhi doesn't want to talk to such a naive ghost, she is just a part-time worker, and she is not responsible for chatting with customers about life philosophy.

"Teacher Jiang, have you rested recently?" Su Nanzhi asked casually.

The main reason is that I haven't found anything close to Jiang Beiyu recently, at least within 20 meters, so Su Nanzhi, who works as a bodyguard, cares about it.

Su Nanzhi didn't think that there would be any problems with Jiang Beiyu. Looking at his skin, which was so smooth that the female students at school talked about it, he knew that Mr. Jiang was a person who paid great attention to rest.

How can this skin withstand the artificiality of staying up all night?

Then Teacher Jiang told her: "It's very bad to rest."

Su Nanzhi: "?"

"What a dream."

Hearing this, Su Nanzhi flicked the non-existent sleeve on her arm, "Then come here, and I'll take your pulse."

Teacher Jiang stretched out his slender hand, and Su Nanzhi felt her pulse and frowned, "Mr. Jiang, did you drink too much medicine?"

Jiang Beiyu: "?"

"Although the medicines I prescribed for you before are all for your health, if you eat too much, you will easily get angry. If you get angry, it's no wonder that you can't rest well." Su Nanzhi explained this objective fact very calmly.

Jiang Beiyu listened and listened: his fist was hardened.

"...I didn't take it." The fool only took the tonic of that damn thing.

Su Nanzhi showed an expression of "I understand", and coughed dryly: "You are too angry, Mr. Jiang, although tonic is a good thing, but you can't take too much, one dose a week is enough, you This... is prone to nosebleeds."

Jiang Beiyu: "..."

Listening to your words, I have a nosebleed!

If he believed in this quack doctor again, his surname would not be Jiang.

Teacher Jiang very coldly rejected the little bodyguard's suggestion that he should drink hot herbal tea frequently.

Quack doctor, ah bah!