you are my white moonlight

Is it because I was afraid of choking on milk when I was a baby, or because I can’t use chopsticks under the age of three, so I let an adult take care of it?
Her disgusted eyes seemed to be looking at a mentally retarded person.

this woman...

"Crack!" The chopsticks were broken vigorously, Shao Tingchen was as terrifying as a devil from hell, and the palms around her wrists were even more like steel. Jian Youqing struggled to dislocate her wrists, but she still couldn't break free.

Then, she gave up.

The heart is ashamed.

"I don't want the office to be a place to punish you. It's best to sit here obediently, Secretary Jane." The last three words were bitten extremely hard.

But the fact is that Shao Tingchen suddenly felt depressed, the food in front of him became rubbish in his eyes, and he no longer had any appetite.

This woman is what he found to restrain himself!
The anger accumulated in Shao Tingchen's chest, he couldn't bear it, and the food was swept to the ground, he even got up and kicked over the armchair, no matter how loud the noise was, it didn't cause her to frown again.

Shao Tingchen actually felt a little powerless.

"Secretary Jane, do you have Hunter's syndrome?"

Jian Youqing looked up at him, "What?"

"Facial nerve paralysis, also known as facial neuritis, commonly known as facial paralysis."

She could think of a way to deal with crying or fussing, but she didn't respond all day long with a stern face as if she was paralyzed. No matter how good Shao Tingchen's patience was, she was about to wear it out.

He has seen her winking under him and making the most moving voice, and he has also seen her crying and kneeling to him because her family is dying.

But why is she not even willing to frown when facing him?
He, Shao Tingchen, really doesn't have the slightest attraction to her?

"Secretary Jane, if you continue to do this, I think I can make an appointment with a psychiatrist." Shao Tingchen locked her eyes tightly, and his chest heaved violently.

Jian Youqing finally reacted regardless of expectations, and she even raised her eyebrows this time, "Mr. Shao is worrying too much, the lunch break is over, you should concentrate on your work."

When Jian Youqing left the office, Shao Tingchen seemed to have a bomb planted in his chest, and there was a constant sound of jingling bells and falling objects in the room. Jian Youqing stood outside the door and pouted.

What about Hunter's syndrome, it's almost like he has mania.

Shao Tingchen has never looked forward to getting off work so much.

In just 10 minutes, he had looked at his watch thirteen times. One of the documents was signed twice, and he had to send his staff to take it back and reprint it.

And Jian Youqing was on the way to throw out the trash, but she hadn't come back yet.

"Go and see if Secretary Jane has run away. If so, send someone to catch her right away."

Ace stood still.

How should he tactfully tell the young master that all this is actually his worrying too much.

While thinking about how to organize the language, the door of the office was pushed open, and it was Jian Youqing who had returned from going out.

She didn't seem to feel the weird atmosphere in the office. She sat on the sofa beside her and picked up the tablet to study the work arrangement. Ace silently lit a piece of wax for her in his heart.

"Secretary Jane." He was calling her.

Even though Jian Youqing was holding her breath, she still saw it. Shao Tingchen was waving at her, "Come here."

"Why?" Her tone revealed a bit of impatience.

"Working hours, of course, is to talk about work, otherwise I hired you to look good here as a vase?"

"..."

Even though he was dissatisfied, he still stepped forward bravely. Shao Tingchen loosened his neckline, and Jian Youqing frowned slightly.

Her expression made Shao Tingchen dissatisfied.

The tie was untied, and a few buttons of the shirt fell off due to the rough action, and a strong chest was vaguely seen.

Jian Youqing looked as if she was going to die bravely.

Shao Tingchen's face became more and more gloomy, he threw the shirt he took off on the table, pulled her into his arms with his bare upper body, and put her hand on his shoulder.

Inertia made her lean forward, Jian Youqing closed her eyes and opened them again, "Mr. Shao, it's time to go to work now..."

"I know! That's why I asked you to squeeze my shoulders now!"