Hitting Up The Big Leagues with a Tea Personality-Chapter 175

175 President Luo’s legs are a little floaty (1)

your home full-body space capsule multi-purpose medical massage chair (LV50000) is certified and has been delivered. Enjoy your time.

Xia Bo he swam two rounds and returned to the pool to rest. She looked at her phone.

She immediately squeezed out a pained smile.

Would her cheap husband like it?

This chair cost her a hundred thousand Yuan!

Luo tianlin’s net worth was more than a few hundred million Yuan, so he probably wouldn’t be interested in this level.

Although this was already her entire fortune, almost all of her pocket money in a card had been spent on this chair!

This was a huge investment, and if she lost money, she would lose everything.

However, when the manager asked her what she wanted to buy at the entrance of the mall yesterday, the thought of a lobster dinner, branded makeup, bags, and clothes flashed through her mind ... However, when she was about to answer, she looked up and saw the shadow of the black Bentley behind the glass door of the mall.

At that moment, she was drenched in cold sweat.

Recently, she had been living a carefree life and her jobs had been going smoothly. She had almost forgotten what attitude she should have towards her parents who provided for her.

She swallowed the shopping plan that was rolling on the tip of her tongue.

She wanted to show her filial respect to her rich ‘father’ first.

What could let him see the price at a glance and show her sincerity?

What could make him appreciate it but not like to use it?

Yesterday, when she was standing at the entrance of the mall, her brain speed had exceeded 200 kilometers per hour before she remembered a massage chair.

He could understand her care and concern for him, but he could also make him frown and say,’no need, return the goods’.

Yes, a refund.

If he didn’t like it and returned it successfully, he would get back the 100000 Yuan. She was basically getting something for nothing. She didn’t spend a single cent and gave her husband a big gift!

Could he blame her for not liking her?

No, he still had to be touched by her good intentions.

Sigh, she really admired herself for this move!

The thought widened her smile, but she quickly touched her phone screen nervously.

He wouldn’t break it, would he?

Thinking about this, the smile on her face froze.

How long is the return period for no reason? seven days?

After the return period, could she resell it on idle fish for 70000 to 80000 Yuan? If the quality was good, it should be possible ...

Hiss.

He had to return the goods as soon as possible.

Shiba touched her chin, her heart in her mouth. She was worried.

Finally, she stretched out her hand that was dipped in the pool water and tapped on her phone screen.

In the Luo corporation’s president’s office, the bell suddenly rang amid a pile of documents.

Luo tianlin frowned and looked down at his long legs that were stuck in the massage chair. He raised his hand to look at his watch and realized that he had been sitting there for nearly half an hour.

The two massage treatments had ended a long time ago.

He furrowed his brows and coughed lightly before getting up from the sunken leather chair.

His long and slender legs landed on the ground, but he still felt a little light.

It was obvious that he had over-massaged her.

Luo tianyun’s Adam’s apple bobbed and he turned around uncomfortably. they don’t even have a reminder function. Cough.

He quickly walked to the desk and saw a flashing video call-it was from the little girl.

He restrained himself from looking at the massage chair, picked up the phone with one hand, and pursed his thin lips. With the other hand, he picked up the document that he had already finished reading before answering the call.

“I’m working.”

His voice was a little too low, like ice flowing into a thermal circle along the Arctic Ocean, subtly concealing where he had been.

However, the last syllable of his sentence came to a standstill due to the image on the screen.

The little girl’s wet black hair was tied into a half-bun, and water was dripping. The light water droplets slid across her snow-colored skin, reflecting her eyes that were already full of water, and fell into her full and soft pink lips. Half of it flowed down her slender swan neck, tracing the clear shape of her collarbone, and slowly dripped on the frost-colored rising and falling of her thin black shoulder straps.

The document Luo tianlin was holding in his left hand suddenly stopped in mid-air.