I May Love You (More Than Just I Like You)

Chapter 8

    Tang Yu, Assistant Gao is really annoying.

    If one day I become the boss's wife, I will definitely deduct 200 yuan from his salary.

    To vent your anger!

    ——"Diary of a Little Rich Woman"

   It hurts!!!

    Tang Xin hurriedly covered her forehead, rubbed it with her hands, looked at him innocently, and frowned, "Why did you hit me?"

    Why?

    Tang Yu straightened up, tall and slender, wearing simple and neat black trousers and white shirt, without a tie, but still buttoned the top button, looking down at her condescendingly, his whole body exudes rigor and abstinence.

    The man's dark eyes just stared at her like this, with a bit of scrutiny and bottomless emotions.

    Tang Yu remembered the pig's head emoji she posted on Moments that day, and if she didn't know how to draw a boyfriend, she drew a pig's head instead. He always felt that something was wrong, as if it was beyond his expectations and control.

    The vague feeling from before reappeared. He is not a particularly sensitive person to feelings, but since he took over Time Films, Tang Xin is the first female employee who can come and go freely by his side. What's more, they have been allies for more than a year. She has been well-behaved at the beginning, and now she is half-kneeling on the carpet in his office, lying on the coffee table and drawing, drawing something he can't understand , ugly, but not annoying, she still called him Mr. Tang, but blatantly ordered him to bring her a marker pen.

    Now, she said she couldn't draw her boyfriend's face, so she drew a pig's head instead.

    Tang Yu frowned suddenly, his eyes narrowed slightly, the tails of his eyes became slender, his expression became a little complicated, and he said slowly, "Who do you say is a pig's head?"

   Tang Xin's eyes suddenly stopped blinking, her eyes fixed Looking at him steadily, she swallowed, and put down her hands nervously.

    ——It seems that someone has peeped into the little secret in my heart.

    Dig it out inch by inch.

    Tang Yu glanced at her forehead, and was stunned for a moment. Her skin was fair and delicate, and there was a red patch on her forehead, which was quite obvious. He doesn't know if it was red because he knocked it or rubbed it herself.

    "Does it hurt?" he asked.

    "Ah?"

    Tang Xin was a little dazed and flustered, and couldn't keep up with his rhythm. She had an expression that was about to interrogate her just now, but suddenly changed.

    Tang Yu pointed to her forehead with his chin, and looked down at her: "I asked you, did it hurt?"

    Tang Xin rubbed her forehead and nodded, "It hurts."

    Tang Yu leaned over and put the pen in front of her, and touched her forehead. The obvious red spot on his forehead glanced, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, "It counts as your work-related injury."

   " ..."

    She asked, "How do you pay for work-related injuries?"

    "How do you want to pay for it?"

   Tang Yu spun his long legs half a circle , walked around the corner of the coffee table, sat down on the sofa, looked down at the notebook in front of her, it looked like a child's graffiti, messy.