Why Be a CEO When Running a Street Stall Is Better? (3)
Her reaction instead made 444 even more worried.
He couldn't shake the feeling that things wouldn't be so simple.
While the four people weren't paying attention to her, Su Qiao quietly sat up.
Just as she was about to place her bare feet on the floor, the man, who had been facing away from her, suddenly turned around. Without thinking, she hurriedly lay back down, slightly closing her eyes and slowing her breathing.
The man's features were handsome, his complexion fair, and his refined manner cool and indifferent. He had a distinctly unique air about him.
Men like him were the type women liked best. They always stirred up women's maternal instincts and made them go softhearted.
"Xiao Qiao! Can you hear me? How many fingers is this?"
Gu Hualei walked to the operating table and held up three fingers, bending down to ask Su Qiao gently.
Su Qiao knew perfectly well that saying and showing nothing at a time like this was the normal response.
She even gradually closed her eyes, leaving only a tiny slit between them. Her gaze was still hazy, making her look exactly like someone about to fall completely asleep.
Gu Hualei relaxed. He extended his well-defined hand and gently stroked her head, then whispered softly beside her ear like a lover deeply in love:
"Don't be nervous. Sleep for a while and you'll be fine. You'll soon become perfect. No one will be more perfect than you. You'll be the most perfect piece of work in my hands, my beloved."
Su Qiao had already closed her eyes completely, but her mind was perfectly clear. She felt utterly speechless.
"Little Four, why do I feel like this guy is kind of twisted?"
She