President's Contract Game

Shiya could not bear to move forward quickly and try to put the table before she could not bear to throw it away. However, the oncoming Jon Chu forced her to stop the car.

"Ah..."

Table tennis!

"Ah!"

These two voices came from Shiya's mouth. She stared at the soup bowl falling to the ground and the ping-pong cracked. She even reached out foolishly to rescue it. All the scalding juice was sprinkled on her hands and burned red quickly.

"My God, my God..."

The fat cook who heard the sound in the kitchen quickly ran out with a spatula. When she saw that her labor achievements had been overturned, she was very angry and stretched out her hand and knocked it on Shiya's head.

"Ah!"

"This is Mr. Zhang's favorite lotus seed and Lily soup. You knocked it over. You... Don't clean it up, don't clean it up, ah!"

"Ah... Yes, I'll clean it up right away!" Shiya endured the pain of her hands and was afraid of being beaten again. She immediately reached out to pick up the pieces of the porcelain bowl on the ground, but her hand was pierced because she was too urgent.

"Ah!" she clenched her teeth and continued to pick it up, but her hands trembled with pain.

"Hurry up, Mr. Wu will come out and see how he will deal with you!"

"Sobbing!" Shiya quickly picked up the broken porcelain pieces in place with tears, and then wiped the ground clean.

Looking at this scene calmly, Jon Chu didn't say anything. First, the fat cook has deep qualifications and a hot temper. She has a certain position in the family. She can't offend casually. Second, Tang Shiya was really careless and careless about it.

"Don't you know you need a tray to serve?" Jon said with a frown.

"Sorry, sorry!" Shiya apologized with a good attitude without sophistry/ P > Jon glanced at her hand and said faintly, "come here, I'll help you with the medicine!"

"What's this little injury? There are still a lot of dishes to serve! En Chu, leave it alone here. There are still a lot of things to do in the kitchen. It's not too late to apply medicine after being busy!" a trace of disgust flashed through the bottom of the fat cook's eyes. Before Jon opened his mouth, he ordered Shiya, "don't go back to the kitchen to help!"

"Yes, yes!" Shiya, with tears in her eyes, tried to restrain herself from tears.

"I can't get used to her poor appearance!" the fat cook gritted her teeth.

Jon looked at the two people who entered the kitchen one after another. She couldn't help wrinkling her eyebrows. After thinking about it, she went back to the room, took the scald cream she had used before, and then walked out quickly.

When the food was served, Shiya stood quietly, waiting for the meal to finish and continue her work.

However, minute by minute, the man on the table ate slowly. Shuli only felt that she had some difficulty even standing. She couldn't help wiping the sweat particles on her forehead, touched her hot and red hand and took a breath.

"Bring me that dish!" Lei junluo said coldly, pointing to the dish that was placed too far away.

"Oh, yes!" Shiya immediately stepped forward.

"I'll do it!" Jon stepped forward.

Lei junluo snorted, "when did I demote you to be a servant, huh?"

Jon Chu's action froze, so he had to step back and give up his position to Tang Shiya.

Shiya didn't dare to neglect and quickly came forward. She reached out to pick up the dish and put it in front of Lei junluo. Her painful fingers were shaking in protest. She clenched her lower lip and told herself that she could have a rest soon.

"Who told you to put it down!" Lei junluo roared fiercely, looking at her face of patience, as if it was a matter of extreme patience to be in the same room with him.

Shiya was startled: "yes, I'm sorry!"

Lei junluo swept her misty eyes coldly, and his anger burned faintly in his heart: "is it so unbearable for you to serve me?"

Shiya shook her head, innocent shaking her head.

"That's enough. Don't appear in front of me again. Get out!" Lei junluo reached out and waved away the plate in her hand.

"Ah!" she couldn't rescue again. Shiya fell to the ground with the plate. Looking at the broken plate and wasted dishes, she finally couldn't help crying, "I didn't mean it, I really didn't mean it! Woo..."

"Sir, Shiya, she..."

Before Jon explained, Lei junluo first found her incredibly red and swollen hand: "what's the matter with your hand?"

Shiya looked at him with tears: "I, I didn't mean it!"

Lei junluo gritted his teeth and pulled her up from the ground, implying anger and mocking Jon's initial roar: "what are you doing? Drive and go to the hospital!"

"Yes!" Jon stepped away quickly.

Hospital, surgical clinic!

"Ah, pain!" Shiya bit her teeth, and the wound was disinfected with medicine again and again. The coolness of the liquid was tingling. The vision drove the sense, which made her afraid.

"Miss, I can't make complaints about this pain. How did you burn it just now?" the nurse's impatience tucking up the side of the car was more rude.

"Ah... Woo!" Shiya bit her lips in time and tried not to shout again.

"She's crying pain. Don't you hear?" the man sitting on the side calmly reading the newspaper finally couldn't help it. He twisted his eyebrows and stared at the nurse who was dealing with the wound. "If you're not professional enough, there should be many people who can replace you!"

As soon as the nurse's face changed, she didn't dare to neglect her opening, and her attitude changed a lot: "I'll be a little lighter, please bear it again!"

Ten minutes later!

Shiya, wrapped in two regiments, followed the cold man and walked out of the outpatient department.

Just now, his nervousness about her was still fresh in his mind. Shiya felt that she should say something, but she didn't know what to say... There were countless emotions with him. She couldn't tell whether it was hate or other feelings.

This man!

He is so domineering, so fierce, so evil. As long as you provoke him and make him feel unhappy, he will bite you hard and make you unhappy with him.

But in many cases, his tough actions can also make people feel warm and protected

He overbearing asked her to stay with him. No matter how she refused, he could easily make her unable to escape. Although the method was embarrassing and crazy, he didn't actually hurt her once.

He always thought that women were obtained by money. He also wanted her to be that kind of woman. He even promised to support her and her family for a lifetime. Although it sounds very Philistine, on the other hand, does it count... Promise a lifetime?

Fingers are still in pain, but Shiya's heart is mixed.

For the first time in a long time, she looked at his back so seriously, lonely, cold and strong... This is the feeling he used to give people. But since she heard the story he told, I don't know why, every time she looked at him from behind, she would feel a trace of loneliness in his heart, which made her have an impulse to run forward and hold him.

"Get in the car!" he didn't look back, but he already felt her stop.

Shiya slowly raised her head and looked at him: "Mr. Lei... Junluo!"

Lei junluo suddenly stopped, turned slightly, but didn't look back at her.

"I......" just now I don't know where the courage came from. I called him so intimately. However, after calling out, she had no way back. Shiya took a deep breath. "I promised to be your mistress and stay with you... Until you feel tired."

"How do you know I'm not tired now!" Lei junluo said coldly.

"I......" Shiya stopped her words awkwardly and lowered her head helplessly.

Lei junluo sat in the car, leaned against the sofa and looked at her lazily: "what conditions?"

Shiya took a deep breath: "as long as you delete the surveillance video of Shaojun entering the study!"

"Hum!" Lei junluo slammed the door and put her out.

Touch!

The door was closed in front of her, and his cold and heartless eyes were still in her eyes. Obviously, he didn't intend to return the monitor that could sue Shaojun to jail to her. Does that mean that he didn't give up the idea of letting Shaojun go to jail?

"Mr. ray, Mr. ray!"

The car slid, and his determination was made. Shiya ran after it in fear, catching up with the RV that slid forward quickly.

"No, Mr. Lei, please wait a minute, Mr. Lei! Cough, cough..." Shiya was choked by the car exhaust, chased from the hospital to the road, walked dangerously between several cars, and even insisted on chasing the car regardless of the car's horn behind her.

Squeak!

Just as she was about to collapse and couldn't catch up, the car in front finally stopped.

She breathed a sigh of relief, still did not dare to relax, ran over and patted the door.

WOW!

When the door opened, the man in the car still looked cold: "I'll give you three days to perform well. If I feel happy, I'll consider the deal I promised you."

Three days?!

Let him change his mind!

"OK, thank you, Mr. ray!"

"What did you just call me?" Lei junluo frowned.

Shiya was slightly stunned, and then her face turned red: "Jun, Jun Luo!"

WOW!

The door closed in front of her again and left.

Shiya, who remained in place, took a deep breath and raised hope again.

In three days, if you want him to change his mind, you must try to please him. To please a man, you must first please his... Stomach.

Shiya ignored the old wound and followed the fat cook all day, shamelessly asking Lei junluo what to do with his favorite dishes and snacks.

The fat cook was naturally very reluctant. Even cooking prevented her and avoided her. However, Shiya tried all kinds of ways to peek and learn. She even made a decent table of four dishes and one soup before dinner, which made the fat cook unable to stop.

With Jon Chu's acquiescence, finally, her achievements were sent to the dinner table

"Bah!" Lei junluo spit out the food in his mouth impolitely, and his face was full of anger. "Is there too much salt at home? Or do you think I eat too light all day! Huh!"

The sharp eyes shot straight at the fat cook. The fat cook immediately waved her hand: "don't get angry, sir. I didn't cook today's dinner!"

"Who's that? Who's good at making ideas?!"

Shiya looked up timidly and met his fierce eyes: "I!"

Lei junluo stared at her coldly for almost a minute. Seeing her helplessly lowering her head, he made a cold hiss: "do you want to please me at this level? Fail!"