MTL - All The Male Leads Have Blackened-Chapter 22 Little Young X Fairy Girl (7)

An Zeru stood in place, with his back straight, wearing a suit and a straight figure. Cen Simiao's gaze fell on his waist involuntarily, with two buttons fastened.

But strong abdominal muscles are more prominent.

Raising his eyes, An Zeru pursed his lips, his expression was not angry, his eyes were cold, his eyes were cold, he walked to the desk and stepped on the floor with his shoes.

He stood upright, his tone rising, and joking: "Are you secretly in love with me?"

Today this matter can't get rid of her. From the first meeting, she was abnormal. Later, she tried to find her, but there was no clue.

When I met at Anjia, I was so angry that I planned to never see him again, but I got him here again.

Cen Simiao picked up the coffee and took a sip, which tasted a bit bitter, and said, "No."

An Zeru glanced at her, looking like she had a problem in her head. Cen Simiao narrowed her eyes and drank the remaining coffee: "I want to sleep with you."

Then he pushed the cup forward: "Pour coffee in the lounge and remember to add sugar."

An Zeru was choked and wanted to refute it. He opened his mouth for a long time, didn't speak, looked at the coffee cup, and ran out with one hand.

Closed the door before reacting.

Why should he pour her coffee, he hasn't planned to do it yet.

Turning and trying to open the door to enter, the hand froze on the handle, remembering her look, and was particularly upset. I rubbed my hair and went to the lounge with sullen breath.

An Zeru took his coffee and hid in the stairwell to call him.

He was particularly hesitant: "Dad, this is the girl your old man said to fight for himself on his own? Where did you leave her dad?"

He is even more grumpy than he is: "She doesn't know who she's in, not by herself? You're young, hurry to work, and talk less at work. If you dare to escape, you can't go out for a month.

Suddenly, the call hangs up.

An Zeru clenched her cell phone, her face pale and white for a while. Going to Cen Simiao's office with the coffee, put it on the table, and said, "Hurry up, what else can you do?"

Cen Simao didn't look at him, she didn't panic. Reached for coffee, still a little hot, and blew it gently. Frowning: "Too sweet, how many sugars do you put in?"

An Zeru raised a brow and dragged 2.55 million: "Forget."

The coffee was put back on the table, and the surface was rippled due to vibration. Cen Simiao raised her eyes and narrowed to the corner. An Zeru's gaze followed.

The broom leaned against the dustpan against the corner of the wall.

He seemed to think of something, his eyes widened, and he heard a bland tone: "Go and clean the floor in the house."

An Zeru turned his head, tightened his chin, flashed a mockery on his face, his hair was hard, and it was a little messy at the moment, like a hedgehog: "You tease me? I'm here for an internship, but you Don't treat me as a cleaner. "

"You did the design. I came here to learn this. Do you want me to clean the table now?"

Cen Simiao didn't tell him more, and added: "There is still coffee to pour."

Pausing for a while, seeing that An Zeru's whole person was about to explode, she pursed her lips before converging a seemingly ridiculous smile. Leaning on the chair, the whole man was lazy and raised her chin: "You are not convinced ? "

An Zeru wanted to get angry, seeing her posture, his words stuck in his throat stiffly.

But Cen Simiao jumped out like a bean: "I'm here to teach you how to get in here. If you want to get through the level quickly and go back for business, I'll show you a way and wait for me at the hotel at night."

An Zeru stared at her with wide eyes and couldn't calm down: "You **** dream, I'll do it if I don't do it."

Cen Simiao nodded: "Yes, as long as you can save face. The son of the family, can't even afford to suffer at all, let others know what to think."

"Also, you can explain it to Amber."

An Zeru was about to walk out of the door, her legs froze, her lips clenched, her brows becoming more and more angry. Looking back at Cen Simiao.

Cen Simiao picked up the coffee and let him examine it. I took another sip, the tip of my tongue was sweet and greasy, and the taste of coffee was completely lost. Then he lifted his eyes and saw him still like that: "Why are you still standing there and move?"

An Ze Ru Tieqing faced, took the broom, and stiffly pulled across the ground. Even the paper ball on the side of the basket had to be swept three times to get into the dustpan.

This scene fell into Cen Simiao's eyes, shook his head and couldn't help but shook his head aside, and asked unconvincedly: "What's your feelings, just like you've done the sweeping work? I don't know if he did a good job. "

Cen Simiao: "I haven't done it before, how do you know I'm not as good as him?"

The system froze, no more silence, opened the world option, and pondered for a long time.

As Cen Simiao said, cleaning the table and pouring coffee, this kind of work An Zeru did not fall, and if necessary, had to water the pot.

Done for five days.

In addition to the anxiety between the eyebrows, An Zeru no longer competed, and seemed to have adapted to this rhythm. When pouring coffee for Cen Simiao, she stomped and dumped her own.

Cen Simiao didn't expect this.

As she drank coffee that was too sweet and greasy, she thought about it.

As soon as An Zeru stepped into the office, he went to the broom consciously and did a better job, no longer just scratching. He unbuttoned his shirt cuffs, pulled them up, and bent over to sweep.

I saw a few long hairs, curled slightly, and frowned, and said, "Can't you get rid of my hair, how troublesome it is for me to scan."

Cen Simiao responded casually, got up, went out, and walked halfway, and met Lu Mi. This time, he was no longer hanging out and was serious.

Now nobody in the company knows who she is. Cen Simiao still greets generously as before. The two took the elevator together, and Cen Simiao first said: "The company's performance is so good, thanks to Manager Lu."

Lu Mi's lips cornered: "Praise me, don't say much. It's best to raise your salary."

There was no pause in the middle of the elevator, it was always the two of them. Cen Simiao dropped her eyebrows, her voice drifting: "No matter how much I earn, I won't fall into my pocket."

Lu Mi heard the corners of her lips stiffened, and then smiled again: "If I changed this to someone else and told me, I thought I was hitting me ..."

Before he finished speaking, he closed his mouth, and Cen Simiao stared at him with an unclear meaning in his eyes. The two did not speak again. Before exiting the elevator door, Cen Simiao seemed to say unintentionally, "I'm tired of working in the company."

She was really tired, but fortunately, An Zeru was in front of her. At this moment he was pursing his lips, his face was unconvinced, and he made a series of taunts: "Are you short of hands or uncomfortable feet? Even so, can't you eat at home and come to the company again? I have to buy it for you."

Cen Simiao rubbed her neck and was a little tired, and put her pen down: "Because I can't get through with you."

An Zeru's expression was a bit irritated and uncomfortable.

I heard her say, "So long, you don't know this?"

The next morning, An Zeru got up early, rode a locomotive to the early morning shop in the distance, and bought the list earlier. His face is stinky.

He has always been able to stay up all night, can't get up early. Recently, work has been the limit, but he has been so tossed by Cen Simiao. At this point there were few people on the road and no traffic jams were encountered.

Yawned into the office, put something on the table, raised his eyes, and saw no one.

Frowning and calling.

Cen Simiao was lying on the bed, staring at the cell phone, waiting for it to ring quickly, and suddenly the bell cut through the quiet air. The corners of her lips were bent, and she made a sleepy voice on purpose: "Who, what's wrong?"

An Ze's Confidence: "You got Lao Tzu up early in the morning to buy it earlier, but you sleep at home?"

She dragged the quilt, a little aggrieved, and woke up at 5 o'clock, afraid that An Zeru would call and didn't receive: "I said to Sister Li today, I will be late in the morning, and then work overtime for her."

The voice on the other side of the phone was eight degrees higher: "Then don't you **** tell me?"

Cen Simiao: "Why don't you know how to investigate? Before you work, don't you know what's going on around you?"

The phone went straight over there.

Cen Simiao sighed. She really hoped that An Zeru could investigate more when investing in projects in the future, so that she would wake up at five o'clock and be worth it.

A few days later, An Zeru didn't have any good looks. Breakfast is still bought, and the sanitation and cleaning are diligent, that is, the dark circles are getting heavier.

He clenched his teeth and persisted, and after a while, when he turned right, he tossed her to death.

As a result, the mobile phone started ringing at four o'clock in the morning after two days. He was a little shy: "Who?"

Cen Simiao said on the phone: "I've been to the company. What would you buy earlier?"

An Zeru: "You **** go to work at four o'clock? Subjects are better. At this point, where can I get you earlier!"

Don't panic over there: "You figure it out."

For the first time, Mr. An Zeru went to the kitchen for the first time, secretly boiled rice porridge with a pressure cooker, and checked the steps on the Internet. He couldn't hide his face and told his aunt at home that he got up early in order to send it to others earlier, which let others know that he was still alive.

Cen Simiao's working hours have become extremely unstable. Every day, An Zeru asked her when she would go to work, and the answer she got was just two words: indefinite.

He returned home at night, sitting cross-legged on the bed, scratching his hair and pondering Cen Simiao's work time.

It was not accurate at first, and made several mistakes one after another, and finally figured out some doorways, most of the time I could keep up with Cen Simiao's rhythm.

The only side effect is that the whole person is sleepy, listless, and has no energy at all, and wants to sleep on the sofa after cleaning every day.

Anyway, mixing up the past days will do it.

As he was about to sit on the sofa, he heard Cen Simiao shouting at him, An Zeru rubbed his eyes, walked in front of the desk, and yawned.

Cen Simiao held the pen in his hand and looked up at him: "Why so sleepy, didn't you rest at night?"

An Zeru felt a sudden anger in her heart, and just when she was about to snor, she pursed her lips, hung her head without saying a word, yawned, and was sleepy.

I heard her say, "It's been a while since you came here, and it's time to teach you something. I've designed a sketch these days, and you see."

An Zeru wanted to make a mockery, but he lost his spirit and opened his eyes. He wanted to glance at it briefly, but stopped short. His eyes became serious, and the drowsiness just disappeared.

His expression was serious, and the unrulyness that often appeared between his eyebrows became focus. Staring at the sketch on the table, his eyes remained intent. The suit was worn on him, and at this moment, I felt different.

An Zeru's technology is no problem, but design is a weakness, and he has been trying to make up for it. He has improved a lot and praised him in the industry, but he always feels dissatisfied.

Cen Simiao lowered her eyelids, and there was a deficiency, which was the help of the system. As he was about to clear his throat, he heard his voice muffle: "This is your work?"

She raised her eyes and slammed into his eyes, earnestly and passionately.

Cen Simiao pursed her lips, held the coffee, and slipped sweetly across her throat, not as repellent as before, bending her eyes and putting the cup in front of him: "Don't be dazed, just pour another cup."

An Zeru didn't rest well, and his mind was still not very bright. Lifted the cup conditionedly and said, "There are so many people in the lounge now, we have to wait for a while."

Turned back before returning to God.

Immediately frowned, looking at Cen Simiao, she was leaning on the chair and bending her eyes to see him. An Zeru tightened his chin: "What are you doing?"

Cen Simiao raised his chin slightly, still staring at him, and raised a brow. An Ze frowned and lowered his head, his expression was particularly unsatisfactory. He glanced at her and uneasily twisted his head to the other side.