Chapter 42
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Luo Sang's breath was stuck in her throat. She couldn't breathe, so she could only give a bitter smile.
Who was on a diet? She had been tortured by him to lose weight, alright?
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After the New Year, there were a lot of things in the office.
Nian Junting buried his head in a pile of documents. His secretary, Xiao Zhao, put a plate of freshly washed fruits on the coffee table and said, "These are the fruits Director Mu brought back from America for you."
Luo Sang's heart missed a beat. 'What's wrong with Director Mu? He came all the way from America. Why didn't he bring something else? Why did he have to bring fruits?'
She didn't know that Nian Junting liked fruits like grapefruit, grapes, and raisins until the New Year. Most men didn't like fruits, but Nian Junting liked them a lot. Now, she was afraid of fruits.
As she expected, Nian Junting glanced at the fruits, then pointed his chin at her and said, "Peel some raisins for me."
Luo Sang's face twitched slightly and said, "Mr. Nian, the skin contains rich anthocyanins, which have powerful functions such as anti-oxidation, anti-aging, cardiovascular protection, etc. It's such a waste to peel the skin. You can eat it directly. It's better for your health.
"Really?" Nian Junting nodded coldly and said, "Since it's so good, you eat the skin, and I'll eat the meat. Hurry up. You're older than me, so you need anti-aging."
"…"
She lowered her head and said, "You can ask your secretary to peel them. My hands are hurting." Luo Sang was speechless. She wanted to vomit blood.
She wasn't being unreasonable, but the skin on her fingertips was burning. "I knew it.
You're just lazy and don't want to peel it. "Nian Junting raised his eyes, glanced at her, then snorted coldly and said," Do you know how highly educated the secretaries working in my office are? They're all graduate students from famous universities, and they're highly paid. How much manpower and resources are you wasting by asking graduate students to peel grapes for me? You're just a service worker. How can you compare with them? "
Luo Sang gave a bitter smile and responded, "Yeah, I can't compare with them, but I've been peeling grapes day and night these days. My fingers are really uncomfortable. What's wrong with the service industry? Can't it hurt? I'm working for a daily salary. I'm not a slave. If you're not satisfied, you can deduct my salary.
Behind the wide glasses, a pair of pupils stared straight at him without the slightest fear.
The look on Nian Junting's face grew more and more unfriendly. He stared at her with his dark eyes, but she wasn't scared at all.
He frowned and suddenly grabbed her hands that were hammering on both sides of her body. "Where are your fingers hurting? Let me check."
A handsome man grabbed her hand and lowered his head to look at her. From her thumb to her index finger, he looked at her very carefully. His eyes were getting closer and closer to her fingers. Luo Sang felt weird.
Especially from this angle, she could see a lock of the man's black hair and a high nose bridge. This man's appearance was too handsome no matter which angle she looked at it from.
The atmosphere seemed to become a little ambiguous.
Luo Sang was a woman after all. Her fingers twitched unnaturally.
Come on, it's too weird for a big boss to hold my hand like this, and the secretary on the side hasn't left yet.
"I'm not injured at all," Nian Junting abruptly raised his head, his eyes showing his displeasure. "How dare you lie to me now?"
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