An Zeru continued to stand in place, dressed in a suit with his back upright, his stature appeared especially tall. Cen Simiao’s gaze can’t help land on his waist, which was hidden behind the two buttons of his suit jacket, very standard and proper.
But his strong abdominal muscles were still rather conspicuous.
Then lifting her eyes, An Zeru was pursing his lips, and while there wasn’t any irritation in his expression and his eyebrows implied a smile, his eyes were cold. He walked to the front of her desk, treading the ground with his leather shoes.
He stood up straight, and in a rising tone, he asked jokingly, “Are you secretly in love with me?”
There was no way that she didn’t have a hand in what happened today. She was abnormal from the first time he met her. Then later, he tried all sorts of ways to find her, but it resulted in no clues at all.
When he saw her again at the An family’s home, he was once again choked full of anger. He originally planned to never see her again, yet unexpectedly, she managed to scheme him here today.
Cen Simiao picked up her coffee and took a sip. It was a bit bitter and replied, “No.”
An Zeru threw her a glance as if she had a mental problem. Cen Simiao squinted and drank the rest of the coffee, “I just wanted to bed you.”
Then she pushed the cup towards him, “Go to the lounge and pour me a cup of coffee. Remember to add sugar.”
An Zeru choked and had wanted to retort back, but after opening and closing his mouth for a while, he still didn’t manage to speak. So he just took a glance at the coffee cup, grabbed it with one hand, and walked out.
He only recovered after the door had already closed.
On what grounds was he getting coffee for her? He still hasn’t decided whether he was going to do this.
[T/N: the internship…]
Turning around, he planned to push open the door again when his hand froze atop the handle. Just from remembering her appearance, his heart felt particularly vexed. He ruffled his hair a bit and sullenly walked to the lounge.
An Zeru held the coffee as he hid in the stairwell to call his old man.
He was particularly unwilling to give in, “Dad, this is the girl that you said had relied on herself to become full-time? What did you treat her father as?”
His old man was more temperamental than he was, “No one knew she was entering the company, if she didn’t rely on herself, who could she have relied on!? Don’t be so fussy, hurry up and go work, don’t speak on the phone this much during work hours! If you dare escape at the last minute, you’re not allowed to go out for a month!”
In an instant, the phone was hung.
An Zeru tightly clenched his cell phone, while his face was livid. Walking back to Cen Simao’s office with the coffee, he placed it on the table and with his tone particularly strong, “Drink quickly, what else do I need to do?”
Cen Simao did not look at him and just appeared calm and unhurried. She reached for coffee which was still a little hot and gently blew at it before taking a sip. She frowned and nitpicked, “Too sweet. How much sugar did you put in?”
An Zeru, who was used to being arrogant and proud, raised his eyebrows, “Don’t remember.”
The coffee was placed back on the table again, and because of the action, ripples appeared. Cen Shimiao raised her eyes and cast a glance towards the corner of the wall. An Zeru’s line of sight followed her over.
A broom and a dustpan leaned against the corner of the wall.
He seemed to have thought of something and his eyes widened, then he heard a particularly bland sentence, “Go and sweep the floor of the room.”
An Zeru turned his head and tightened his chin as ridicule flashed across his face. His hair was originally rather stubborn, so now that it was a little disordered, he looked like a hedgehog, “Are you kidding me? I’m here to intern, yes, but you still can’t order me around to clean.”
“You’re a designer, while I also specifically came to learn that. Yet now you want me to sweep the floor and wipe the tables?”
Cen Simiao didn’t bother to say too much and only added: “Also to get coffee.”
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All The Male Leads Have Blackened
RomanceTHIS STORY IS NOT MINE. ALL CREDITS BELONG TO THE AUTHOR AND TRANSLATOR(S). Before Cen Si Miao died, she had a heart like the golden sun. After she died, she followed around the system developed by Jin Jiang and the Underworld. As she went from plac...
