The Emperor of Hell's Green Plum Pillow She Escaped Again

Jing Youxi, who was enjoying the food her husband fed her, watched her eldest son and Bai Shuiru walk out of the living room and asked calmly:

"Anan, what do you think?"

Uncle Nan stood respectfully and responded slowly: "This Miss Bai is quite interesting. She is a girl with a good appetite."

Jing Youxi smiled when she heard this, took the small silver spoon that her husband brought to her mouth, fed the cake to him, and responded:

"I understand. Go and get some rest."

Bai Shuiru followed Hei Huomian and took the elevator to the third floor. She saw him stop in front of the study, turn around and say "good night" to her, then open the study door and prepare to go in.

Bai Shuiru asked hurriedly: "Mr. Hei, don't I have to go to work tonight?"

Hei Huomian's body froze visibly, and he quickly swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue as he turned around. He sneered at Bai Shuiru, "You are looking forward to it. What are you going to do to me?"

Bai Shuiru:?

Bai Shuiru frowned slightly and tilted her head to chew on Heihuo Mian's words, then suddenly realized and opened her mouth to continue.

Hei Huomian sighed softly, shook his head and raised his hand, taking the lead in speaking:

"You must be thinking: 'I am useless to you, you will never hire me', 'How can I get paid if I don't work?' Right?"

Bai Shuiru was surprised and nodded immediately.

Hei Huomian glanced at the corner on the other side of the corridor and pushed open the study door. "Come in."

"Please wait a moment. I'll go get the pillow and quilt first."

Bai Shuiru responded and turned back to her room.

At the intersection of the corridor, Jing Youxi and Hei Zhan Ze stuck their heads out one after another, and watched Bai Shuiru knock on the door and enter the eldest son's study holding a pillow and quilt. The two looked at each other.

"Your son really shared a room with that girl, and he didn't shy away from it."

"He is also your son." Hei Zhan Ze corrected.

"According to the speed we were running back then, it would have been ..."

Hei Zhan Ze corrected again in a gentle voice: "It's your speed."

Upon hearing this, Jing Youxi suddenly grabbed the collar of her husband's shirt and pressed him against the wall, giving him a long, passionate French kiss.

After the kiss, she kissed his cheeks and nose repeatedly, and then whispered in his ear:

"It's time for 'dorm night talk'."

Jing Youxi put her arm around her husband's thin and strong waist and took the elevator down to the second floor.

In the study on the third floor, Hei Huomian connected his mobile phone to the study's printer and printed out Bai Shuiru's ID photo. Bai Shuiru couldn't wait to take the photo, cut it, stick it on his work ID, and hold it in his palm to look at it.

"I must also stamp it with the official seal so that your document is valid."

Hei Huomian raised the official seal in his hand and took the work permit that the little girl handed back respectfully with both hands.

Chairman Hei, like an emperor holding the imperial seal to stamp official documents and imperial edicts, solemnly yet easily stamped the official seal on the work permit, and then handed it back to Bai Shuiru with both hands.

"Why are you so obsessed with your work permit?"

"This way, I can prove my identity, and I won't be unknown!"

I don’t know, where are you from?

The man chewed on her words unconsciously and turned around slowly.

Baishui held the work permit in his palm and stroked it gently as if it were a treasure.

"Put it in here. Otherwise, I'm afraid you'll wrinkle it before tomorrow."

Bai Shuiru took the black aluminum alloy work ID card holder handed to her by Hei Huomian, put the work ID card in it as instructed, put it around her neck, adjusted it, and then bowed respectfully to the man.

"Hello, Mr. Hei! I am you..." Bai Shuiru lowered her head to look at her work ID and continued with a smile:

"Personal assistant in the chairman's office, Bai Shuiru."

"Okay, okay, you can rest now."

The man shook his head and waved his hands, muttering, "Does it excite you more than ice cream?"

"Oh yeah, I didn't eat any ice cream today! I'll make up for it tomorrow. I'll take a rest then. Good night, Mr. Black."

The little girl bowed to the man again before lying down on the double sofa, covering herself with the quilt, closing her eyes quietly, but with a smile on her lips.

Hei Huomian turned on the computer and reviewed two documents when his eyes unconsciously fell on the face of the little girl who was sleeping soundly in front of him.