The official I raised has become a fine

Chapter 213
"Why would the boss do this?" Song Zhiying felt that his answer was too perfunctory.

"Because... because if your hand is injured, you won't be able to work. Isn't that a loss to me?" Jun Yao found a perfect reason for himself and pretended to be righteous Said.

Is this the reason? Song Zhiying is skeptical.

"Okay, don't worry about it so much, you just need to know that I'm doing it for your own good." Jun Yao hurriedly ended the topic.

Since Jun Yao said so, Song Zhiying could only assume that was the reason, but she didn't know why, she always felt a little weird.

"Let me bandage your hand." Jun Yao still couldn't let her little wound go easily.

"It's too exaggerated to bandage." Song Zhiying resisted.

Even if she is someone who always loves herself, when she thinks of bandaging a few small needle holes, she thinks it's too much. If this gets out, how can she, Miss Song, mess around in the world!
"Is there any exaggeration? If your wound is infected and the injury worsens, won't you be unable to work for a long time? And the monthly salary I will pay you cannot be less. Do you think this is fair to me?" Jun Yao did not compromise.

"So, either your monthly salary will be deducted, or you will obediently listen to my orders." Jun Yao used his trump card.

For this kind of small money fan, as long as the "monthly salary" is moved out, it will definitely be a test.

After Song Zhiying heard about the monthly salary, she was instantly cute. She couldn't get along with the money anyway, so let's bandage it up.

So she stretched out her hands obediently, like a criminal waiting to be handcuffed.

Jun Yao only saw her left hand just now, but when she stretched out her right hand, he discovered that there was a needle hole in her right hand too.

Normal people hold the needle and thread with their right hand, so it will pierce the left hand. Why is her right hand not intact?And looking at the condition of her right hand, it is no better than her left hand.

"How did you get your right hand?" Jun Yao couldn't help asking.

"When I am tired from embroidery, I will embroider with my left hand for a while." Song Zhiying replied obediently.

"Left hand?" Jun Yao felt that his cognition had been refreshed.

"The boss doesn't know. I used to be left-handed, but I changed it back later, but my left hand is much more flexible than ordinary people's left hand, so sometimes my right hand gets tired, so I start to use my left hand, which is just as good. Use it." Song Zhiying said that she was a little proud of her flexible left hand.

This has always been her little secret. Although her parents and teachers told her to change her left-handed habit, when she was tired of copying texts, she would secretly switch to her left hand when no one was supervising her. It would be much easier for her.

In fact, when transcribing ancient books in Junyao's study, she also secretly changed hands, but Junyao didn't find out.

Jun Yao looked at her scarred hands and her heartless expression, he was angry and funny at the same time, this little girl probably made herself without a good hand.

Jun Yao sighed helplessly, and said, "You."

He originally thought that even if this little girl hurts one hand, she still has a good hand to use, but now it seems that her two hands are about to be wrapped.

(End of this chapter)