Systematic Director’s Tender Love

Before he could think about it, his mouth took the lead and made the decision instead of the brain:

"Okay, I promise."

I promise you everything.

As long as you don't cry, you can take everything I have.

Fate can also be given to you.

"Thank you Mu Shao."

Zhao Donghan barely curled the corners of his lips, trying to make himself a little happier.

The forced smile looked helpless and sad. The wet eyelashes kept shaking up and down.

He was so stubborn just now, no matter how she tried to persuade her, it was useless; as soon as she gave up her self-esteem and showed self-inflicted behavior, he immediately agreed.

Sure enough, he likes to watch her most humblely begging and painful tangled appearance.

Knowing that, what else is she struggling with? Wouldn't it be good to do this from the beginning?

She thought arrogantly that maybe she should pretend to be more uncomfortable, maybe he would promise her more requests.

No, there is no need to pretend to be forced to do these things, it really makes her desperate.

What is the difference between her disregarding shame to please a man and a woman who sells her at Fengyue Place?

He couldn't help raising his hand, rubbing his rough thumb on the corner of her eye, and carefully wiping away her tears.

She subconsciously wanted to hide, and worried that after making him unhappy, he would regret it, so she had to endure it. Let his fingers scrape over her soft skin.

Suddenly, the man moved for a while and suddenly woke up.

His actions were too emotional and obviously out of place.

This is not a gold master, what should be done to his mistress, he passed the line.

Mu Yichen suddenly withdrew his hand, annoyed.

He was too careless.

If this continues, he will lose her.

His face became gloomy, and the tenderness in his eyes disappeared instantly.

It seems that the soft-hearted person just now is not like him.

In order to hide his irritability and anxiety, he casually picked up the pen on the table and fiddled with it at his slender fingertips.

"Don't get me wrong, the reason I agreed is just to see your jokes.

Moreover, my permission is subject to additional conditions. "

"What conditions?"

Zhao Donghan pulled her pink lips and asked indifferently.

She knew it was not that easy.

"If you follow my arrangements and be an honest assistant, then you don’t need to do anything at work. Just take care of me and be at ease every day; if you don’t want to, if you have to ask for trouble, then simply Have fun.

Let me make a bet with you, if you can get the position of Director of Operations, I will allow you to do it. The salary that should be given to you will not be less for you.

But if you fail, the post of special assistant is gone.

Within one year, you will be a cleaner, responsible for cleaning all the restrooms of Mu's.

How dare you make this bet? "

After listening to Zhao Donghan, he lowered his head and said nothing, saying that this condition was really harsh.

If it succeeded, it soared into the sky; if it failed, it fell instantly.

Seeing her silence, Mu Yichen smiled mockingly:

"You have to think carefully. It's too late to regret now.

If you say now that you want to choose an assistant, I can assume that you haven't said anything just now. "

She raised her head to look at him and smiled brightly:

"thanks for reminding.

However, I still think that the operations director is more challenging.

I am willing to make this bet with Mu Shao. "

In fact, Zhao Donghan knew it well.

There is no doubt that the competition for Mu Group recruitment is fierce, and her chances of winning are not great. But she was not afraid and was willing to give it a try.

Again, it’s the best, it doesn’t matter if it doesn’t.

In her eyes, cleaning the bathroom is also a legitimate profession. Compared to being a mistress, the depraved life of admiration is much more noble.

"Brave! Hope you won't regret it.

One more thing, regardless of success or failure, the role of your mistress cannot be affected.

You have to do it, and you are on call.

Otherwise, you won't even think of this door in the future. "

He raised his eyebrows slightly and raised Xiao's thin and **** lips, and his words were ruthless.

She became stiff and her face turned pale:

"I know."

The man's indifferent gaze swept across her face without a trace of pity.

"I really don't understand, why do you have to toss? Don't you feel a waste of energy?

At the end of the fight, don’t you want to climb on my bed and be a plaything under me?

The only difference is that I lie on the sink, or please me in the director's office. "

She was so angry that she just wanted to say something and go back, when someone knocked on the door, it turned out that the roast duck was done.

The servant pushed the dining car and sent the steaming roast duck into the study and set it on the table. The sliced ​​duck meat was rolled with lotus leaf cake, placed neatly on the plate, and then returned.

What Zhao Donghan wanted to say was interrupted. He simply kept silent, and stood still.

"Isn't it hungry? Why don't you eat it?

Is it possible that you want me to feed you? "

He glanced at her lightly, his tone full of mockery.

She was in a very low mood, even if the delicacy was placed in front of her, she had no appetite.

However, she just mentioned the roast duck herself. If she doesn't want to eat anymore now, she will look pretentious, and she will waste food.

So she sat at the table, picked up a small piece of duck meat from the plate, and put it in her mouth.

No, she just took a couple of mouthfuls, she clutched her belly, frowned and said:

"I'll go to the bathroom."

Before Mu Yichen could say anything, she stood up and walked quickly towards the bathroom.

"what happened?"

He raised his eyebrows and asked indifferently.

"It's okay."

After the perfunctory answer, the door closed.

All right?

Seeing her uncomfortable look, wouldn't it be a bad stomach eating?

The man's face darkened, and he picked up the phone:

"Who is the chef today?"

"Back to Master, it is the new Master Li."

Steward Zhou replied respectfully.

"Even a roast duck can't be roasted well, replace him!"

His voice is deep and powerful, and there is no doubt about what he says.

"Yes."

The new chef is an experienced chef. Isn't his cooking not in line with the taste of the young master?

The butler was very puzzled, but didn't dare to ask more, so he immediately followed suit.

As soon as Mu Yichen put down the phone, he heard a woman's voice coming from the bathroom, wanting to say something but stopping:

"Mu Shao..."

"what's up?"

He stepped away from his long legs and immediately came to the bathroom door.

His voice was slightly cool, but there was a trace of worry in his eyes.

"Excuse me, ask Azhu to come over, okay?"

Zhao Donghan's tone was slightly weak.

"Why are you not feeling well? Make it clear now!"

The man furrowed his brows tighter, and his surroundings suddenly dropped dozens of degrees.

Isn't he worthy of her trust?

In her eyes, he is not as reliable as a maid?

Otherwise, why did she refuse to tell him something, but let him find someone else?

The people inside were silent for a while, and had to confess:

"Then what, my relatives are here, and I want Azhu to bring me something..."

"..."

Mu Yichen, who was standing in front of the bathroom door, turned black in an instant with a handsome face.