Young Master, Don't Bother Me

Is that exaggeration?

Great God Lengsu's look tells Luo Xiaojing that there are some.

"I still don't want to give up jingsongfang." Luo Xiaojing doesn't dare to look into the eyes of the great God. The emotion in his eyes is too solemn. It seems that he is telling her that as long as she thinks something wrong, she will lose her bright future.

Leng Yu looked at him solemnly. For a moment, he spat out a few words: "then I can only give up you. Have you decided?"

"Don't give up on me!" A tight heart, filled with a layer of trembling excitement, Luo Xiaojing looked up at him, the breath is urgent, "I promise you, whether the Royal ornament or jingsongfang, I can deal with it, because they are both too important to me."

"But the fact is, you can't handle it well. Because of jingsongfang, you delayed the carving of flowers." He pointed out directly, leaving no room, "Luo Xiaojing, you don't want to be so powerful."

Yes, she is not so strong and greedy, but the decision to give up jingsongfang is too difficult, she can't make up her mind.

"I swear." With that, Luo Xiaojing really raised her hand. There was hesitation in her eyes, but her tone was so firm. "Carving is something my mother left me, and so is jingsongfang. Can I ask Su Yue to help me? Don't let me give up jingsongfang. I will do my best. "

Leng Yu looked at her eyes a little deeper, there are her insistence and things that can't be given up. He thought of himself at the beginning. He was in a trance for a moment. After a pause, he slowed down his tone: "the biggest concession I can make is that you give Su Yue all the jingsongfang."

"This Is that ok? "

"You don't want to?"

"Oh, No." Luo Xiaojing denies it. She is surprised that Dashen has given up the harsh habit. "But it takes a little time. Su Yue is not good at seeing the goods. I have to teach her. If there is one less person in the shop, I'm afraid she will be too busy. If we hire people, we will pay very low wages, so it's not so easy to hire, so..."

Leng Yu interrupted her long speech: "you don't have to worry about these, I will arrange them."

"Ah?"

Luo Xiaojing's unbelievable expression was a little cute. He had just made a 180 degree turn towards the atmosphere of fierce development.

"I was preparing when the lawyer gave me the receipt." "If you just agree to give up jingsongfang, I'll be surprised," he told me

This is the reason why Leng Yu has not given the receipt to Luo Xiaojing to let jingsongfang reopen. He expects that she will not give up because he knows how important jingsongfang is to her.

Luo Xiaojing pokes her ears. She can't believe everything she hears. Therefore, Dashen doesn't mean not to tell her that the receipt has come down. Instead, he finds a suitable time to discuss with her how to arrange the jingsongfang without affecting the carving.

She thought of her hoarseness and cruel words when she quarreled with the great God. She wished she could go down to the dust.

"Boss, I misunderstood you." Impulse is her disease, but how can not cure, "I'm sorry."

"As I said, this is my concession." Leng Yu paused, "if you still can't concentrate, then I can only Give up on you. "

"No, never." Luo Xiaojing posed and raised his hand to swear. He felt a little stupid and took back his hand angrily. "I'll carve well, and I won't let boss down."

Her big clear eyes were shining with a layer of hope. Leng Yu watched quietly and gradually attracted her inch by inch. She was like a primary school student who promised her teacher again. She was full of confidence on the surface, but in fact she was still a little worried.

"But..." Luo Xiaojing was only happy for a moment, but also worried, "I can't pay Su Yue's salary for hiring someone to help me, and boss, the lawyer's fee you used to ask a lawyer to help me appeal..."

Luo Xiaojing's voice gets lower and lower as she talks about it. At last, she can hardly hear it. She wanted to discuss with Dashen about the advance of her salary. How can she talk about it?

"I just want you to focus on carving." Leng Yu wanted to poke her head, to poke all her disordered thoughts. Seeing her pitiful appearance, she couldn't bear to say, "let's continue to say the last thing."

"Anything else?"

Luo Xiaojing's head is almost full, and it will be a little difficult to plug it again.

Think and big God discuss, can let her take a breath again, suddenly found big God is looking at her with different eyes.

His eyes were burning, like a fire burning up from the soles of his feet, and then

"Ah Finally, Luo Xiaojing screams, covering her face. She is still sitting on the bed, covered with a quilt, while Dashen is sitting beside the bed, and Zhang Junyan is still getting close to her.

That is to say, she and the great God just said serious things in such a way that they were extremely incongruous with the topic.

The face Teng's next red, Luo Xiaojing quickly lifted the quilt to the ground, a foot step out has not fallen to the ground, Leng Yu has already grasped her ankle and stuffed into the quilt.

"The last thing is that it's time for us to have dinner. You wait here honestly. Don't move."Boss mode and home God mode switch very quickly, Luo Xiaojing did not react, Lengyu got up and went out.

As soon as the door closed, Luo Xiaojing jumped out of bed and covered her face with one hand. The hot temperature burned her palm.

Luo Xiaojing, why do you do such shameful things unconsciously every time?

After scolding herself, she arranged her wrinkled clothes and thought whether she should go downstairs. Leng Yu pushed the door and walked back at this time.

"Not to tell you not to move!" Put the plate on one side, Leng Yu turned his head and looked at the red face reproachfully, "you are the wounded now."

But he didn't hurt his leg, so Luo Xiaojing didn't hurt himself.

's small mouth was skimming away. She was afraid to make complaints about the great God's Tucao. He watched him quietly put the dinner on the desk as well as the dish. Luo Xiaojing asked softly, "do you want to eat here?"

"Yes."

I didn't feel hungry when I woke up in the dark. I didn't feel very hungry when I discussed with the great God about Louis XIV's Rose carving and jingsongfang. But when the fragrance of rice came from dinner, Luo Xiaojing's stomach growled a few times.

Standing on tiptoe and stretching his neck, Leng Yusheng turns to see Luo Xiaojing's mouth watering with his index finger.

He wanted to call a little greedy cat, but after all, he held back and picked up a piece of crystal shrimp. Leng Yu said to Luo Xiaojing, "ah..."

Luo Xiaojing was as motionless as if she had been punctured. Only her big eyes blinked in surprise. What's the rhythm? Does the God want to feed her?