Please Take Care of Me, Young Master Quan

  Chapter 787 She has low self-esteem, strong uncle

   "Shen—" Before he finished speaking, he stopped abruptly.

  Miao Miao looked at the handsome man in the elevator with a well-fitting suit, her pupils shrank suddenly, and her scalp felt tight.

"why you?!"

  Shen Chunhang stepped out of the elevator room, his suit trousers wrapped his two heavenly long legs, with one hand in his pocket, smiling half-smile.

  It looks like a dandy's sense of sight.

   "Secretary Miao seems surprised to see me?"

   Miao Miao lowered her eyes, stepped back sideways, and made room for him, "Don't dare."

   "Oh?" The man approached, his voice rising, "Are you really not daring, or are you pretending not to?"

  Miao Miao's heart trembled, but her expression didn't reveal anything, "I don't understand what you are talking about."

   "Keep your head up."

   Miao Miao didn't move, and turned a deaf ear.

   "I asked you to raise your head and look at me." The tone was deep, faintly cold.

  She still kept her eyes downcast.

  The next second, a big iron-like palm clasped her chin, and the man approached again, with a powerful breath blowing towards her.

  Miao Miao was forced to look up, and a warm and smiling face came into view, but the smile didn't reach the depth.

  She frowned slightly, trying to shake off the restraint.

  Shen Chunhang seemed to be aware of her intentions, and instantly tightened his strength: "Don't move..."

  Miao Miao sneered: "I can't stand up and resist you if you make a move, what's the point?"

   "I'm just afraid you'll hurt yourself."

  The corner of the woman's mouth twitched: "Then do I still have to say thank you?"

  The man shrugged: "If you want, I can accept it."

   "..."

   "Why, are you not afraid of me now? Do you not regard me as a teacher or an elder?"

  Miao Miao's eyes flickered slightly, and her eyelashes fluttered.

   Then, he said softly: "What you said and what you did, how can you look like a teacher or an elder?"

  Looking past the hand he was clamping on his chin, a self-mockery crept up the corner of his mouth.

Shen Chunhang seemed to be burned by such eyes, his hands trembled, and a trace of pain appeared on his expression: "The so-called teacher and elder are defined by you yourself, but I can only accept it passively without any right to refute, isn't it? Is it?"

"so what?"

  Rubbing her white, tender and smooth jaw with his fingers, the man clenched his cheeks tightly: "I want to take the initiative, but it seems... I scared you."

   Miao Miao didn't look at him, and didn't speak.

  Shen Chunhang withdrew his hands, and retreated half a step restrainedly, as if there was still a temperature belonging to her between his fingers, lingering.

   "Why don't you accept it? Don't you worship me, admire me?"

   Not boasting, just doubts.

  The current situation of the two is like fans and idols. Fans chase idols, and idols are cool and handsome, and everything should be taken for granted.

  But one day, idols suddenly had a seizure and confessed to fans, all kinds of domineering and affectionate, which is a bit... unacceptable.

   “Strange impressions can be broken,” he says.

   "After you break it, you can't put it together. You can become whatever you want."

  Shen Chunhang was silent for a moment, staring at her with extremely deep eyes: "...Do you have no confidence in yourself, or do you not have expectations for me?"

   Hit the nail on the head!

   Miao Miao's eyes shook.

   Those inferiority complexes and cowardices that she had carefully hidden had nothing to hide under such questioning.

  No matter how much weight she loses, no matter how fashionable she becomes, she is still the "fat Miao Miao" who is ridiculed by others.

   "Why?" She looked directly into the man's eyes for the first time, with the sharpness and sharpness of a blade, "Is there something worthy of your favor?"

  Shen Chunhang raised a smile, his dark pupils seemed to be gently rippling whirlpools: "You really underestimate yourself."

   "Just because I know how to cook, what I cook just suits your appetite?"

  The man smiled, "I'm not looking for a cook."

   "What else is there?" Miao Miao shook her head, "I really can't figure it out. So, Principal Shen, can you stop making trouble?"

   "Trouble?!" The tone suddenly rose, and the modest gentleman finally got a little bit of panic, "Do you think I'm making trouble?"

   "..."

   "Look into my eyes, and answer well," he stretched out his hand to pull her away head back, "Do I look like I'm making a fuss?"

"…picture."

"you!"

Ding-

   At this moment, the closed elevator door opened again, and Shen Yu walked out from inside, and suddenly, her feet stopped.

  Looking between the two of them, he raised his eyebrows slightly: "Who are you?"

   "Boss Shen!" Miao Miao seemed to have found her backbone, straightened her back in an instant, and walked over Shen Chunhang towards Shen Yu.

   Principal Shen: "..."

   "My uncle came quite early." Shen Yu paced forward, with a faint smile on his lips that made it difficult to distinguish his true emotions.

   "Just arrived." The spring-like smile returned to his face, as if the gnashing of teeth before was an illusion.

   "I heard that you also called other directors."

   "It's just for the elders to save face."

  Shen Wei narrowed his eyes slightly: "So, what exactly do you want to do?"

   "No hurry," the man waved his hands, looking easy to speak, but he didn't give in. "When you should know, you will know everything."

   "It seems that you are going to give me a surprise?" Shen Wei's smile did not change.

  Shen Chunhang's tone was slow, half joking and half serious: "I hope it won't be a shock."

   "Then please do what you want, I have something to do, so I won't accompany you." The smile faded away, and Shen Yu strode away.

   Miao Miao followed closely behind.

  Even if she walked a certain distance, she could still feel the man's overly hot gaze, as if it was going to burn a hole in her back.

  …

CEO's office.

  Miao Miao stood in front of the desk. Normally, she had already started to report the itinerary at this time, but today she did not speak for a long time.

  Shen Yu sat down, took a sip of scented tea from the cup, "Why don't you talk?"

   “…I was wondering what to say.”

  Shen Wei raised her eyebrows: "You know, I won't break the casserole and ask the end, so I can keep it secret."

  Miao Miao let out a foul breath suddenly, and a smile appeared on her solemn face: "That must be hidden."

  No one knows better than her how powerful Shen Hou's eyes are, and how clear his heart is.

  The so-called "hiding the truth" is nothing but wishful self-deception, but Shen Yu saw it in his eyes, but didn't say anything, but in fact he already knew it in his heart.

   "So, you and my uncle?"

   "I don't know if you still remember, I once said that I worshiped a person a long time ago and regarded him as a male god..."

  At exactly nine o'clock, Li Fu knocked on the office door.

  The first step he stepped in, he felt that the atmosphere was not right.

  Shen Wei sat on the leather swivel chair, with half-bent knuckles, tapping the table rhythmically, with an inexplicable and cryptic expression.

   And Miao Miao stood aside quietly with lowered eyes, looking so dull that she didn't look like her.

  Li Fu: "?"

   Did something happen without him knowing?

   "What's the matter?" Shen Wei asked.

  The man came back to his senses immediately, and said respectfully: "The members of the board of directors have arrived, and we are waiting for you in the conference room."

   "It's all ready so soon?" Shen Wei chuckled, "It seems that my little uncle has some skills. Let's go, let's go there together."

   Miao Miao's eyelids twitched suddenly.

  (end of this chapter)