It was obvious that he wanted to ask for it, but there was no coquettish expression on his face, and there was a joke in his eyes as if he was deliberately teasing him.

One of the two was sitting and the other was standing, and they were quite imposing, and no one was at a disadvantage.

This posture is inexplicably a bit ambiguous, but the atmosphere between them is not charming and cold.

Fu Shimo's hand on the table was empty, and his knuckles moved without any excess fat.

"Oh? What kind of reward does the kid want? Let's hear it."

After speaking, he leaned back and lay on the black office swivel chair.

The sitting posture is casual, gentle and lazy, and exudes great attraction.

In particular, he was still wearing a white coat, as if he was acting as a temptation in his uniform, invisibly forcing people to "crime."

Yan Zhixu's eyes greedily fell on his perfect hands.

His eyes were burning like a burning flame.

In a calm tone, "It's nothing, I just want to touch it."

Hearing her words, Fu Shimo overflowed with a series of low laughter, hoarse and low.

The light flashed in his eyes, "Children, you have to learn to fight for what you want."

The man's words carried endless temptation, as if he was a sea monster at sea, seducing people into the trap he set.

Yan Zhixu nodded in approval of this remark, the corners of his mouth rose, "You are right, it makes sense."

No matter how many times he looked at his hands, they were still as attractive as before.

Tsk, perfect makes people want to own it.

She didn't stretch out her hand impatiently, and the two maintained this position.

The sunlight outside the window shone in through the window, covering them with a shallow golden shimmer.

Staring at each other with natural expressions, they seemed to be in a faint confrontation.

The sense of picture and the sense of oppression appear together, evenly matched and evenly matched.

"Crack-"

Suddenly.

The door of the office was pushed open, and the atmosphere created instantly ceased to exist.

The person standing at the door saw the posture of the two people in the room, and his eyes were stunned.

Sheng Jinyun's heart was cold, his back was cold, and he was madly guilty.

"I'm sorry, you just treat me as if I didn't show up, go on, go on..."

His grandma is a jerk. Did he accidentally ruin the big deal between his aunt and his immediate boss and brother?

He stepped back, wanting to exit the office and then closed the door thoughtfully.

Yan Zhixu glanced at those hands regretfully, retracted the hands on the table, and straightened up.

Turning around, looking at the door, "What's the hurry?"

Sheng Jinyun: "..."

Against this gaze, the smile on his face was extremely unnatural.

My aunt didn't let him go. Could it be that she wanted to take revenge on him?

She paced to the door, "Let's go."

Sheng Jinyun's face was embarrassed, and he glanced at Fu Shimo, whose face was as calm as water, and wondered if he felt wrong just now.

This way, it doesn't look like she's flirting with a little aunt.

Afraid that her salary would be deducted if she stayed, she left the office after weighing it over and over again, and followed behind her.

in the hallway.

Yan Zhixu took a few steps, then suddenly stopped and turned to look at the person behind him.

There was no joy or anger in his eyes, "By the way, I forgot to ask you for a reward before helping you deal with Taohuasha."

"For the sake of our acquaintance, I'll give you a discount for a total of 20,000."

"Cash or transfer, WeChat or Zhifubao? Transfer it to me."

The words he said followed one sentence after another, without giving people a chance to breathe and refute.

Sheng Jinyun: "..."

He was sure that the little aunt was definitely on purpose.

But the peach blossom thing was indeed solved by the little aunt.

I can't say anything to refute it. It's only right and proper to get money for doing things.