How to Develop the King of Anime

Anyuan Ema tensed her body, her heart was a little nervous, and panic flashed on her face. When Jingu Yao touched her leg, her body trembled. It was the first time for her to touch her body like this.

"President..."

Anyuan Ema murmured, and didn't know where to put his hands. He wanted to stop him, but he didn't dare. Although Jingu Yao always had a smile on his face, that smile also gave people a majestic seriousness. Feeling, not to mention the current Jingu Yao is still frowning tightly.

Jingu Yao, who was only slightly interested in Anhara Ema, felt a sway in her heart when she met the girl's white calf and jade foot. Intense collision, there is not only greed and coveting for girls, but also a haze that cannot be avoided.

Although he has a relationship with many women and is quite bold in raising a lover, Yasuhara Ema's identity is a little different after all. Jingu Yao can find a female college student like Kasumigaoka Shiyu, or even a private secretary like Kato Megumi. But to harass such ordinary female subordinate employees is very much criticized in the workplace.

Forcefully suppressing his inner thoughts, Jingu Yao carefully looked at the girl's wound. It was not serious, just a little bit of skin was broken and some blood came out, but leaving such a little bloodstain on a piece of snow and white skin is also a pain in the ass. Feeling regretful, Jingong Yao gently put down her legs and said, "...Wait a minute, there are still some medicines in the company, I'll get them for you."

"That... President, I really don't need it. This kind of minor injury will be fine soon."

Anyuan Ema lowered her head and sounded like a mosquito.

"You were injured because of my reasons. I have to be responsible. You stay and don't move. I will be back soon."

Jingong Yao asked her, and he walked back to his office quickly. There should be other medicine boxes in the company, but Jingong Yao didn't know where it was. He only knew that there were various kinds of medicine boxes in his office. Backup medicine.

Soon he brought the medicine for abrasions from the office and sprayed it twice on An Yuan Ema's wound. The moment the cold medicine touched the wound, there was a stinging pain, which made An Yuan Ema gasp again. Take a breath.

"No problem, it should be fine in two days, don't wear socks, just let it breathe."

Jingu Yao put the medicine bottle on the table and said.

"kindness."

Anhara Ema was a little twisted, one leg was wearing socks and the other was not, which made her very uncomfortable, especially Jingu Yao's eyes were always on her injured leg without socks, and the girl's toes stepped on it. Not used to wearing shoes.

For a while, the atmosphere was a little silent, and only a faint smell of medicine permeated the room between the two.

Chapter [-] Don't do this!

Anyuan Ema felt awkward, the nervousness in her heart made her heart beat faster, her two small hands fell on her legs and her fists clenched, and she was alone with a man in this dark and airtight space, so she had no experience in this area. Ema Yasuhara felt shy.

Jingu Yao's eyes stared straight at Anhara Ema's delicate and pretty face. Even after working for two years, the girl in front of her still smelled like a high school girl, in order not to make herself look like a nympho and Give the other party enough courtesy, his eyes look at the girl's left eye and then look at the right eye. After years of flirting with girls, Jingu Yao has already learned all the details of getting along with girls, just like looking at the left eye. Looking at the behavior of the right eye again, not only will it not make the girl feel that she is not respected, but also will not make the man look too stupid, on the contrary, as the eyeballs roll, it brings more agility and brilliance.

In Yasuhara Ema's beautiful eyes, Jingu Yao's eyes attracted her attention as if they would shine, but it made her panic. The faint scent of Gucci perfume permeated the ambiguous space, and the scent of cigars made her feel Unable to help, An Yuan Ema's face was as red as if she was about to bleed, and the shyness in her heart made her nervous and wanted to cry.

"...I always thought that Ema was very beautiful, but if I looked closely, I didn't get it wrong."

Jingu Yao took the initiative to break the ambiguous atmosphere, which made Anyuan Ema heave a sigh of relief, but it was just the narrow meaning of his words, which made Anyuan Ema even lower his head, and his tone was hurried and urgent: "... President, please don't joke. I am."

"What's a joke, I really think Ema is pretty, and it's the type I like."

"I'm not in shape at all."

Ema Anhara didn't know what was wrong with herself, but she would talk so much to Jingu Yao on such a shameful topic.

"Hahaha! Not all men like protruding fronts and backs, and there are quite a few people who like JK girls. Working in this industry, Ema should understand, right?"

Jingu Yao blinked at An Yuan Ema with one eye, and his eyes fell on her smooth jade feet again.

The toes are slender, pink, tender and mouthwatering.

Just under An Yuan Ema's anxious eyes, Jingu Yao looked at the workbench where she was working again, and saw a deep imprint on the almost finished original painting, she frowned and said: " I'm sorry, I seem to have really scared you just now, hurting you and ruining the original painting."

Errors in general details are easy to revise, but such errors in which the entire painting is scratched can almost only be repainted.

"It's okay, just spend some more time and repaint it."

Yasuhara Ema's tone was still uneasy.

"have you eaten?"

Jingu Yao said as calmly as possible.

The girl shook her head.

"That's right. I asked the bodyguard to buy dinner just now, and I didn't eat it either. Let's eat here together. Let's not go to the restaurant, and we can still chat here."

"Hey?"

Ema Anhara was surprised. She looked at the surroundings. Except for her workbench, where the lights were on, the rest of the place was dark. No matter how you looked at it, it was more private and more claustrophobic than restaurants.

However, Jingu Yao's proposal was reasonable and she nodded shyly.

It didn't take long for a professional bodyguard to come up with a lunch box. There are many places to eat near the company, and the business hours are very late at night. Most of the restaurants are bustling at eight o'clock.

"Thank you!"

After thanking the bodyguard, Jingu Yao gave him a wink, and the bodyguard who cooperated with Jingu Yao lightly nodded, and left without looking back.

The food in the lunch box is not a serious meal, but a lot of skewers with sauce, "...pork, chicken, beef, mashed potatoes, fruit salad, I know you girls are always on a diet, but you Let's eat too."

Putting the lunch box on the table, the tempting aroma made Anhara Ema's index finger move. She didn't eat after eight o'clock at night, and now she was really hungry. Seeing Jingu Yao boldly picked up the skewers Even when she started eating, she hesitated for a while, but also carefully picked up the food in the lunch box and ate it in small bites.

After a few skewers, Ema Anhara, who had a small belly, felt a little full. Instead of eating meat, she tasted a fruit salad, and continued to watch Jingu Yao's feast.

When he's hungry, he can't do anything. Jingu Yao firmly believes in this. He eats very fast. After a while, he almost finished the food in the lunch box. He took out a tissue and wiped the corner of his mouth. After throwing his lunch box into the trash can, he glanced at the original painting on the table, and repeated the old story: "...the work should not be too busy now, right? This month's new show is on the right track, Ema, you You shouldn't have to work overtime."

Jingu Yao's words made Anhara Ema's body pause for a moment. She put down the chopsticks in her hand. She was full of food and felt a little happy again. She bit her lip and whispered: "...I don't want to do it again. I made a mistake before. Mr. Binjiang told me before that as an original artist, sometimes we need to sacrifice a certain amount of quality to ensure speed, but I misunderstood what Mr. Binjiang meant. The production of "Seven Lucky Gods" was pressed for time. When I was in a hurry, I completely gave up the quality and started rushing to work, and this time I still have the task of checking the work of other original artists, because the speed is too much for others, so I relax the quality inspection, which will lead to this result..."

This matter was mentioned by Jingu Yao again, Anhara Ema said with a trembling body, the person in front of her was the boss of the company and her immediate boss. Although Jingu Yao's words were casual and gentle, but Ema Anhara heard it. His questioning was like a bolt from the blue, there was a feeling that Jingu Yao was interrogating her.

"...Mr. Binjiang must be very disappointed. Before retiring, he highly recommended me to take his place, but I took his words as a shield and trampled them at will, damaging the company's reputation and making you the chairman. damaged reputation.”

Saying that, Ema Anhara finally couldn't help crying, thinking of the old man in his [-]s, the old man who has been holding 'to make children all over the world smile', even at this age Still holding a pencil, he should have retired a year ago, but there are many new painters in the company like Ema Anhara who just joined the company two years ago. Delayed retirement for a year to help her teach new people together, and when he retired, it was his recommendation that promoted Ema Yasuhara.