Zhou Ziwu felt that if looks could kill, then the group of male compatriots behind him would definitely not mind killing him a hundred and eighty thousand times.

However, he can also understand them.

After all, in terms of identity and status in the industry, the current gap between the two can be described as a huge difference, not to mention, she is still such a beauty.

The tender and juicy cabbage of our own family is chasing the "pig". This situation happens in front of our eyes, and no one can even curse after seeing it.

However, understanding is understanding, and Zhou Ziwu also had reasons to feel aggrieved.

Do you think I want to hold her hand? Didn’t she forcefully ask for it before entering the door?

At the same time, he didn't understand why she wanted to bring him to the company, but since it was the request of the funder's father, he would try his best to satisfy it.

Of course it was uncomfortable to be stared at like this, so he whispered to Chu Qingqiu beside him: "Would you like to hold your arms?"

Chu Qingqiu nodded imperceptibly, let go of his hand, passed her wrist between his arms, and moved slightly closer.

"Click!"

The two people walking in unison are not treading on the floor, but on broken hearts.

Chu Qingqiu's slightly red ears and shy lowered head caused explosive damage.

Kill on the spot!
Chapter completed!