My Boss, the White-haired Nun

With the sound of a door lock, the wooden door of the room was pushed open.A blue-haired woman walked in with a brown food box, glanced at the man in the wheelchair sitting next to the bookshelf, turned around and closed the door habitually.

Then there was another crisp "click".

And that man seemed to have anticipated her arrival a long time ago, or noticed her even before she entered the door.Therefore, he didn't show any surprise at the woman's walk in, but calmly raised his head from the book in his hand, showing a gentle smile on his face half blocked by the red hair.

"You're here."

The morning sun shines in from the window and shines in the room, showing bright pathways in the air.With the eyesight of a woman, one can see the fine dust suspended in the beam of light.The bookshelf in the room was placed on the wall away from the window, so the man sitting next to the bookshelf was also some distance away from the window.However, the man sitting there did not look dark, as if there was something about him that attracted the reflected light to gather towards him.Nancy only felt that the man did not emit any real light, but seemed to illuminate the whole room together with the sunlight from the window.

"Ah."

She answered very calmly, and walked in step by step, the slippers with half of her feet exposed touched the wooden floor softly.She is wearing a small white suit today, and her lower body is a hip-wrapping skirt of the same color. Two slender legs protrude from under the hem of the skirt, wrapped in thin black silk, from knees to calves, outline Create an elegant and seductive arc.

Those were a pair of legs that could be called a playful pair of legs, but they were not eye-catching when placed on this woman.Because every part of her body from head to toe is so delicate and perfect, the combination of them dilutes the impact of every part.It seems that people will only applaud a picture of the world famous flower as a whole, but will not focus on how delicate the strokes are in a certain part of it for the first time.

She is such an amazing woman, with an innate grace and poise.As Gong Ming said, she is the most beautiful woman Gong Ming has seen in hundreds of years, perhaps only his disciple Michelangelo can compare with her.But hundreds of years have passed, and no matter how profound the memory was, it has already faded.Gong Ming also only vaguely remembered this disciple who moved his heart so much, what she had done for him, and her talent like a god.As for her appearance, her voice and smile, and things like habits... have long been blurred.

Nancy first walked to the table, put down the food box containing the breakfast in her hand, and then walked to the man.Being extremely familiar with the man's every move, she naturally noticed the nostalgic look in the man's eyes at this moment, but she just glanced at him calmly and didn't say anything.Instead, she put her hand on the handle of his wheelchair and waited until she saw him come back to her senses, before asking softly.

"Why do you get up so early? Why don't you take more rest?"

"I woke up and couldn't fall asleep, so I got up and read a book." The man smiled and put the book back on the shelf beside him, and replied aloud.

"Statistical Inference in Dynamic Economic Models by Copemans?" The blue-haired woman glanced at the book the man put back on the shelf, with a puzzled expression.While pushing the wheelchair towards the table, he asked aloud.

"You actually watch this kind of stuff? I thought you shouldn't be interested in these things."

"It's really not that interesting." Gong Ming smiled and shook his head.

"I just saw that you put it on the bookshelf, thinking that it would be good to know something about your usual work, so I took it out to have a look. If there is something disturbing, don't blame me."

If Gong Ming hadn't realized what the room he was living in at the beginning, then he had already discovered the problem after living here for almost half a month.This room is obviously not a reserved room left vacant, but the source reveals the atmosphere of someone's life.When he first woke up, the quilt in the room was not new. Although the pen on the desk was well inserted on the shelf, the ink in the ink bottle was half used.All the supplies on the dressing table have been used, and there are many books on the bookshelf with Nancy's handwriting.Coupled with the overall decoration style of the room, it is already clear at a glance what the truth is.

This was the bedroom of the woman behind him who was helping him push the wheelchair.

He wasn't worried that the act of living in her bedroom would have any other impact. Originally, his state at this time was not suitable for being seen by others. Living in her bedroom was indeed a good idea. s Choice.What he cared about was not that he occupied her room and she had no place to live, after all, she was so rich.It's just very simple, as an "other" in a girl's bedroom, you still have to behave a little more restrained.

"What's wrong with you? Why don't I take care of these things with you?"

Hearing the man's answer, the blue-haired woman didn't know what she understood, and a faint joy appeared on her face.He just answered his words quite calmly, then shook his head and opened the food box on the table.

Although she is indeed not a surplus in the general sense, as a bedroom, this room is not too big to be exaggerated.While the two were talking, they had already walked from the bookshelf to the table.

"Oatmeal and milk for breakfast today. And two slices of freshly baked bread. You don't like fancy ingredients and I don't know how to make them, so keep it simple as usual, okay?"

With her financial resources, of course, the man in front of her can eat all kinds of ingredients that are rarely seen by ordinary people as meals every day.It's just that since Gong Ming doesn't like this, she won't do such self-defeating things.

Rather, she hoped that the food would be more homely.

"Of course no problem." Gong Ming said with a smile. "Truffle shark's fin, after all, is as kind as oat milk."

"You're just not used to eating those things after eating too much military rations." Nancy shook her head and handed the bowl in the food box to the man.The freshly cooked oats are still steaming white. "If you eat too much, you will feel that these so-called high-end ingredients are no different from other things."

"It's really a rich man's speech." Gong Ming teased. "I'm afraid I won't be able to express this emotion in another five hundred years."

"When you ate the royal chef in the French court in the fifteenth century, I guess truffles hadn't been developed as an ingredient. Now you're starting to pretend to be poor." The blue-haired woman gave him a white look.

"Furthermore, isn't mine yours? If something like wealth is meaningful to you, it won't be so weightless in your heart, right?"

"Hey, hey, hey!" Gong Ming said loudly in an exaggerated tone on purpose. "What's the matter with the tone of this deep boudoir and resentful woman? I don't think I have done anything excessive?"

"What's going on, don't you have any idea?" Nancy stuffed the spoon in his hand into his mouth, blocking his next words. "Go eat your meal, don't say these things that don't have a B number."

"..."

Gong Ming couldn't help rolling his eyes when he heard the words, took the spoon out of his mouth, and muttered a few words, seeing the woman sitting opposite him, he didn't dare to say anything loudly, so he put the spoon in the bowl and started eating .

Gong Ming's eating habits are actually not very elegant, although it is true that a long, long time ago, he set an example because of his interest and wanted to educate a certain child, and it was true that he followed the set of high-society etiquette for a while, but it didn't take long for him to Tired of those formal lives.

As he once said to someone, he didn't depreciate manners in favor of vulgarity, depreciate elegant speech in favor of obscenity, but since I have worked so hard to gain authority over ordinary people, let Live casually on the basis of etiquette, but there is nothing worth talking about.

And the blue-haired woman next to him didn't seem to care about this, she sat on a position not far from him and watched Gong Ming stuff the food into her mouth one by one - she was already beautiful , In the action at this time, it is full of girlish style.

"..."

Perhaps it was due to the instinct of male animals in front of the opposite sex, or some other reasons, Gong Ming also gradually raised a rare emotion called "embarrassment" in her eyes, but it was gradually He restrained his eating habits.

Nancy just raised her eyebrows and didn't say anything, but a slight smile flickered from the corner of her mouth, and then she continued to keep a small face, but her expression of deliberately keeping a small face, It does look rather cute.

The two of them stayed in that room so quietly, the air was quiet, only the crisp sound of the spoon colliding with the bowl wall, and the man's subtle chewing sound.It's like the most ordinary mornings in countless ordinary families.The hostess brought breakfast to the host, quiet and gentle, full of harmony.

However, if happiness is just illusory, no matter how beautiful it is, it will eventually dissipate for a moment.

It's just that this kind of thing, if it is only focused on the present, is not something that can be temporarily forgotten.

Finally, Gong Ming finished his breakfast and gently put down the bowl and spoon in his hand.

"I thought about it, and finally decided to change my mind." He took out a tissue and wiped his mouth, smiling at the girl in front of him. "Perhaps what I said before was indeed wrong. Nancy, you are indeed a better candidate than Otto in every sense."

"Huh?" The girl named Nancy snorted softly, but her face remained calm, she picked up the teapot on the table and poured a cup of tea for Gong Ming.

"What? Didn't choose Otto?"

"How should I put it?" The man laughed, and his smile was full of relief. "It should be said that it is indeed my problem."

"No one can always be rational and maintain a state of mind forever." Gong Ming shook his head with a smile. "Even if I am, it is impossible to do such a thing."

"Of course," he said. "If everything is based on the premise that I will fail, then choosing Otto is indeed a better choice."