"Boss, uncle really has romance ingrained in him. Look at the lights, doesn't it look like he's confessing his love to aunt?"

"Is this controlled by someone special? It will change."

"Can you conjure up a carp character?"

Yang Xiaoli blinked his eyes, showing that he was very curious.

Yan Mofei pondered for a moment, then took out his phone and sent a message. A moment later, the lights changed again. From this room and this angle, they formed the Chinese character "carp," a three-dimensional shape.

Yang Xiaoli's eyes immediately widened even wider, and she almost jumped up in excitement: "Boss, look, it really is a carp character. This is so cool."

"But how did they know to conjure up the word 'I'?"

Yang Xiaoli took out his phone and carefully photographed the illuminated words. Then, with a chuckle, he held it up to Yan Mofei and said, "Boss, look, isn't that my name?"

Yan Mofei hummed lightly.

"Boss, you said my handwriting is all there. Will your name be included?"

Yan Mofei's forehead twitched slightly. He was not a child and was not good at playing this.

"No."

"Boss, how do you know? Were you involved in the design?"

"No."

"Impossible, there must be."

Yang Xiaoli huddled aside with a puffed-up face, typing away on her cell phone.

Every time she typed a word, she would look up at Yan Mofei, and her guilty conscience was written all over her face.

After a while, she chuckled and looked at the lights below again.

The word "carp" was changing, slowly transforming into the shape of a carp. Yang Xiaoli was delighted and took photos with her phone.

The shape of the carp is also changing, as if it was split into two words, "Mo Fei".

Yang Xiaoli immediately rushed over, dragging Yan Mofei to the French window again, and pointed below: "Boss, look, it's changed, it's changed, it's your name."

"See, I told you it could be conjured up. How could it not have the boss's name? The boss is the most powerful one."

Yang Xiaoli excitedly turned on the continuous shooting mode, and even carefully photographed every stroke.

Yan Mofei watched quietly, his brows furrowed tighter the more he looked.

When she took these photos, her filming skills seemed quite normal.

Every photo I take may not be very beautiful, but at least it is lookable.

But why is it that every time I take a picture of him, it’s always at various angles of death?

How strange and bizarre.

"Boss, that lamp..."

Yang Xiaoli, who was taking pictures excitedly, suddenly made a strange sound. She pointed at the light, but her hands did not stop taking pictures at all.

Still snapping away.

When Yan Mofei looked over, his forehead throbbed even more violently.

I saw that the words "Mo Fei" and "Li" that had appeared before appeared together this time, and there were two stacked hearts in the middle.

"So, you just contacted my mom?"

Yang Xiaoli's hands were shaking as he took the photo, and as a result, more than a dozen more photos were added to the album.

She suddenly put the phone behind her and shook her head like a wave drum: "Boss, it's not me. I didn't expect it to be like this."

"Boss, please don't fire me. I have nowhere else to go except you."

She applied for several jobs, but only Yan Mofei didn't mind her being directionally challenged and would personally go to pick her up.

Such a high salary, such a handsome guy, and such a nice family...

She had so many advantages that she couldn't even list them all.

"Boss, wuwu..."

Yang Xiaoli secretly hid the cell phone against his chest, then hugged Yan Mofei's thigh and howled.

"I think that lamp is pretty. You can't abandon me just because it's pretty."

Yan Mofei moved his thighs that were being hugged tightly, and looked at her crying loudly, with tears soaking his trouser legs.

Humph, I knew she had learned bad things from her mother. The little crybaby has become a big crybaby.

Headache.

"Who said I was going to fire you? Let go now. Don't you know how strong your grip is? If you keep holding me, you'll be pushing my wheelchair in your next life."

Yang Xiaoli was stunned and quickly let go of his hand.

"Boss, I didn't mean to do that. I was just too scared."

Are you scared? Are you scared to come and amputate my limbs?

Yan Mofei moved his feet. Fortunately, he must have been trained by his mother when he was a child, so at least he was not so fragile. He was still alive and could move, and his bones were not broken.

He raised his hand and threw a pack of tissues to Yang Xiaoli: "Okay, wipe it off and go to the hot spring."

"Hot spring?" Upon hearing this, Yang Xiaoli forgot to cry and immediately smiled.

She wiped her face roughly with a tissue and happily went to rummage through the suitcase.

"You were rummaging through my suitcase."

Yang Xiaoli nodded: "I know, Auntie said that there are many activities to do in the resort. As an assistant, I have to take good care of the boss."

"From the big things like whereabouts and meals to the small things like dressing and washing. As an assistant, you have to be responsible for every detail."

"So, boss, do you want to wear your underwear directly, or do you want to wear swimming trunks?"

Yang Xiaoli was holding two pairs of pants in his hands and waving them in front of Yan Mofei.

Then, Yan Mofei grabbed her collar and threw her out, and the door slammed shut.

Yang Xiaoli was scratching his head outside: "What's wrong, Boss? Don't you like the two I picked?"

“That color is quite nice.”

She suddenly felt excited. This was her first time rummaging through her boss's suitcase, and she really liked the colors of the two strips of luggage.

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