Chapter 889
Cheng Yingxuan didn't know what Yan Shiting was thinking, so she worried about the design.

I think she has never lost in her life. According to this situation, it is foreseeable that after five days, she will lose badly.

It really wasn't a question of whether she won the award or not, but once she lost, or to be precise, as long as she couldn't win Yang Qian, her position as chief engineer was really unstable and she had no face to continue sitting.

She was laid off within half a year after joining the company. According to the contract, she will pay 5000 million in compensation...

Although, if she really wanted to pay, it is estimated that Yan Shiting would give her free money or compensation.

His personal money is one thing, but the contract, which she should pay, is another matter.

What the hell is going to lose 5000 million... Just thinking about it makes her very heartbroken.

She can't lose this game!
"You've been sitting at the desk for so long, get up and move around." Yan Shiting stared at her distressedly.

"Hurry up." She didn't look up, she was still writing and drawing on the A4 paper.

"Do you have inspiration?" The deep male voice is full of magnetism.

"No."

"Design not only needs time to ponder, but also requires inspiration." He frowned his thick black brows, "When you are upset, the more you work, the less efficient you will be."

"You're right." She still cared about me.Because now she doesn't know what else to do besides working hard.

He just gave advice, but she didn't listen, and there was nothing he could do about it.

Stretching out his big palm, he put her gauze-wrapped left hand in the palm of his hand, held the knot, and untied the gauze wrapped around her hand one by one.

The wound on her tender palm from holding the blade a few days ago has healed, and the scabs have begun to fall off due to the special medicine.

Although the wound on her hand was almost healed, when he thought of her holding the blade with bare hands without hesitation for him, he was deeply moved.

"Cheng Yingxuan, won't you be in pain?" His cold male voice was full of distress.

She was concentrating on drawing and couldn't hear clearly, "What did you say?"

"I said your hands don't hurt?"

Then she distractedly glanced at her injured left palm, "It's already healed, but it still hurts."

"I mean at that time, who told you to grab the blade!" He felt distressed.

"I won't grab it, you're fucking disfigured again." She frowned angrily.

"With so many people in the world, you are the only one who dares to swear in front of me."

"I dare to bite you. Don't say a few dirty words." She is generally a gentleman, and she is not as good as a beast when she is dirty.

He was slightly taken aback.

Is she seducing him?
The deep male voice is full of sensibility, "Come on then."

"Huh?" She was puzzled.

"Didn't you say you wanted to bite me?" He said generously, "I'll do good deeds and let you bite me."

Added bewitchingly, "And... you can bite any part you like."

Seeing the burning desire hidden in his dark eyelids, she rolled her eyes, "Yan Shiting, you have to pick a time to have sex, I'm working now."

Returning to the palace... Isn't this the title of the emperor's concubine in those bloody and brain-dead costume TV dramas?

However, she claimed that Ben Gong was quite playful and cute.

"I want it." He was also happy to cooperate with her.

She glanced at him suspiciously, "Your emperor."

"It must have been in my previous life." His tone was domineering and cold.

She felt that even the emperors in ancient times might not be as courageous as him.

(End of this chapter)

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