Telling Lies, loving you Chapter 112 Secretary Or Nanny

Michelle had to stay when she saw his angry eyes.

There was a sofa in the VIP ward, but she didn't want to lie on it to rest because there was more than
one person in the ward. Scott hurt his arm, legs was still able to move. It was unsure what he would do
to her while she was asleep.

She sat on the chair, staring at the floor. However, Scott did not look at her either, but closed his eyes
to rest.

'There is a handsome guy to look, however you look at the ceiling. It's really difficult to understand your
appreciation of the beauty.' Scott complained in his heart with his eyes closed.

Now that Michelle couldn't fall asleep, she had no choice but sit still. She would have fallen asleep if
she had been in another place. She had to get up to work tomorrow morning, and there were a lot of
things to deal with in the company.

As the Secretary of the president, she always handled some important documents in the company and
handed them to him for approval.

Now, her boss was in hospital. In this case, it was hard to know whether she was a secretary or a
servant.

Gradually she became sleepy. She put her hand on her head and leaned against the table. When she
was about to fall asleep, she was woken up by the kiss of Scott.

His burning lips clung to her skin. Michelle snorted weakly and said, "Scott, you're going too far."

Scott looked down at her affectionately, then held her in another hand and deepened the kiss.



Now, Michelle understood the meaning of "waiting till the ripe end". She was exactly the food she came
into the hunter's mouth.

She sat there numbly and let him ask for her. When she couldn't bear it, she really wanted to pass out.
Nobody could understand that her waist was quite uncomfortable now? It hurts?

After half a day's pulling, Scott was finally willing to release her lips, and then smiled as if he wanted
more. Michelle rolled her eyes at him and stood up to leave.

She wanted to go to the bathroom to wash her face, and also wanted to wash away the traces left on
her lips by the way. The smell was disgusting and she wanted to throw up!

When he looked her expression, Scott was irritated again. He pulled back the quilt and strode to her.
Then he pressed her against the wall suddenly.

Michelle felt a sharp pain in her arm and wanted to push him away. After all, he hurt her just now. She
was so angry that her pretty face flushed and rolled her eyes. She endured the pain and deliberately
turned her head away from him.

Scott could feel that he hurt her just now, so he relieved the strength. He looked at the tears in her eyes
and felt guilty. He wanted to say sorry to her, but he was too proud to say it out loud.

Looking at her tearful face, a thought came to his mind, and he looked down subconsciously

He gently kissed her cheek with gentle force, as if he were apologizing.

Turning around, Michelle was about to say something. But his eyes stopped her. She stared at his
handsome face, warm breath mixed with the smell of the wine. She turned her head away and put her
hand on his chest.

A cunning smile appeared on Scott's face. He kissed her on the cheek again, but the kiss was real.



The parts of her body that had been kissed by him were now burning hot. She became angry from
embarrassment with her cheeks bulged up, glaring at the man in front of her, "you..."

Scott was not going to apologize. He quietly looked at her with his black eyes.

Suddenly, Michelle couldn't find a word to say. She found herself enjoy the feeling of kissing him. After
swallowing for a while, she blushed. "Scott, you didn't brush your teeth!"

Suddenly, the lines of Scott's face darkened. He glanced at her, let go of her hand, and walked straight
towards the bed.

It was not until she saw his back that she let out a sigh of relief.

She pushed open the door of bathroom behind her and walked in. It was not until five minutes later that
she came out.

As expected, Scott was still awake and he was watching TV in the bed. Seeing her, he didn't say
anything. Not until then did she realize that it was she who had been suppressing him just now. But that
was the truth.

It was true that he didn't brush his teeth, and she didn't wrong him.

Since he didn't say anything, did it mean that she could go now? So

"Where are you going?" When her hand was about to touch the doorknob, she suddenly heard the
voice of Scott from behind. Stunned, she turned her head slowly and said, "I..."

"It's so late. Where are you going? Don't tell me you are going to have a period and buy some feminine
napkins. " Scott looked calm and his heart did not beat fast when he was saying this, as if it was a
common thing.



Michelle felt very embarrassed for him. She tried to hold back her anger and forced a smile. "No, I'm
just a little hungry. I want to go out to buy some food. Boss, what would you like to eat? "

Scott looked at her calmly. There was no difference in his slightly narrowed eyes. "Come back. We can
talk this morning. Now watch TV with me. "

Michelle was stunned. She looked at the place where Scott just pointed with his hand and couldn't take
a step forward for a long time.

"Come here. Do you want me to hold you in my arms?" He was a little impatient. All he wanted was to
watch TV with her, as if he wanted to eat her up.

She knew that once she came to this place, she couldn't escape. So no matter how hard she tried to
escape, it was useless. It was better for everyone to be obedient.

She walked over and sat down on a chair beside the bed instead of the one where Scott pointed.

Watching the sports program on TV, she immediately yawned. Scott pretended not to see her, but he
was still watching TV in high spirits.

To Michelle, Scott was her boss, boss and the one who paid her. She couldn't be so entangled with
him, or what's the difference between her and Rachel?

Besides, how could she afford to offend people like Scott? If she was still rational, she should have
stayed away from him as soon as possible.

The next day, Michelle opened her eyes and saw the white ceiling and a faint smell of disinfectant. She
tried to focus her eyes and sit up as if something came to her mind.

What was going on? She remembered she sat on the chair last night, but why did she go to bed now?



She moved a little and felt the warm temperature nearby. She subconsciously widened her eyes!

Oh my God!

When did she come to Scott's bed? And she was in the hospital! When did she get in his bed?

Scott was still in sleep, and his smooth breath made the whole house extremely quiet. Suddenly,
Michelle stopped struggling and fumbled to get out of the bed. When she was about to wear her shoes,
she was pulled into his arms by someone behind her.

When she was about to struggle, he stopped her. "When can you learn to be a good girl?"

Scott held her tightly to keep her from leaving.

"Let me go, Scott!" She didn't struggle because she knew that the more aggressive she was, the tighter
she would be controlled by Scott. She just yelled at him, hoping to pierce his eardrum through her
voice, so that he could let go of her.

Right now, she looked like a lunatic. But it didn't matter as long as Scott liked this lady.

"If you keep struggling, I will kiss you!" Carrying the same threat, Scott did not want to show the white
feather.

He was amused by her reaction. She would only call his name when she was angry. But he felt
extremely happy at that time.

He liked this feeling. He liked it when she called his name, and he liked it when she was angry.

The room was quiet for a while, and Michelle could even hear the regular beating of his heart. She
lowered her head with shyness. They just kept the posture.



At this moment, the medical staff pushed the door open and came in. After seeing what was going on
in the room, all people present immediately flushed and then turned around to leave.

"Are you here to change the medicine for my wound?" Scott asked.

Michelle freed herself from his arms hurriedly and then got out of bed to put on her shoes. She looked
at them with embarrassment and rushed into the bathroom.

After half an hour, Michelle came out of the bathroom.

The medical staff had changed the medicine and left. On the bed, Scott watched TV with concentration.
It was the news today.

She stepped forward and asked politely, "Boss, what would you like to eat?"

Scott put the remote control down and glanced at her casually. "You bought them and I love them all."

"All right."

After that, she went out of the room without a word. When she stepped out of the door, she suddenly
felt the sense of freedom. She looked at the long corridor with satisfaction, and then walked towards
the elevator.

Twenty minutes later, Michelle came in with two bags of food.

"Boss, let's have breakfast." She put the things in the bag on the bedside table one by one, and then
opened the lid. The pleasant aroma came out.

Outside the hospital, there were a lot of things for sale. But the rice-flour noodles she bought this
morning were more digestible than the noodles.



When Scott saw the bowl of beef and spicy rice-flour noodles in front of him, he suddenly lost his
appetite. He looked at her coldly and said, "do I give you a low salary?"

"What? "Nope." Though she didn't know the real reason why he asked, she answered absentmindedly.

At this moment, all her attention was on that bowl of rice-flour noodles. As soon as she walked out of
the hospital, she smelled the intoxicating fragrance. Without hesitation, she went to two bowls of
different bowl of rice-flour noodles.

Of course she knew it wasn't Scott's dish, but now, how could he say?


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