Chapter 13 Can you act more like a spoiled child to me?
Shen Xingli's body stiffened.
Just as she was about to say no, she saw Sang Muye holding her hand and taking the dumplings out of the pot one by one.
Place on a plate.
Then he held the plate in one hand and held Shen Xingli's hand with the other and walked towards the restaurant.
Shen Xingli was dull throughout the whole process.
Why did Sang Muye give her such a seductive feeling?
It was completely different from the cold-blooded and heartless impression she had in her mind.
He would bring her gifts when he was on a business trip, and he would also care about her menstrual period.
He would also praise her for being pretty.
I also cooked dumplings with her.
Isn’t this the typical character of a domineering yet affectionate president in novels?
But the male protagonist loves the female protagonist, so that's why he does this.
Sang Muye was forced to marry her, there was no love between them.
Is there any purpose for him doing this?
Shen Xingli's little head was so confused that he couldn't think straight.
I stood at the dining table in a daze, not knowing what to do.
Sang Muye knocked her head with chopsticks: "What are you thinking about? You are so absent-minded."
Shen Xingli immediately withdrew his thoughts, shook his head and said, "It's nothing, just eat it while it's hot."
Sang Muye sat on the chair, looking down at the delicious dumplings on the plate.
There was a flash of sadness in his eyes.
He picked up a dumpling and put it in his mouth.
The delicious flavor instantly filled his taste buds.
The coldness buried in my heart gradually warmed up.
He hasn't eaten dumplings since his mother passed away.
Because he feels that eating dumplings tastes like home.
And his mother left him forever.
He no longer has a home.
As he grew up, the house he lived in became bigger and more luxurious.
But he has never felt the warmth of home.
It just felt like a cold residence.
At this moment, the warmth that he had not felt for many years once again filled his heart.
And this warmth was brought to him by Shen Xingli.
Just like when I was a kid.
Sang Muye tightened his grip on the chopsticks.
He raised his dark eyes and looked at Shen Xingli.
The corners of his lips raised an imperceptible arc: "Not bad."
Although it was just three simple words, Shen Xingli was already very satisfied.
After all, that person is Sang Muye.
Everyone knows how picky he is.
Now he actually praises the dumplings she makes for being delicious.
Her eyes widened with excitement and she pulled out a chair to sit opposite Sang Muye.
With his hands supporting his cheeks, a smile appeared between his beautiful eyebrows.
"Then eat more, and I'll make more for you later."
Sang Muye didn't say anything, but just ate the dumplings on the plate elegantly under her gaze.
Just then, Shen Xingli's cell phone rang.
It’s Sang Yu’s WeChat.
She clicked on it immediately.
There are a bunch of crying emoticons in the dialog box.
[Ahhhh, Li Li, I just finished copying once and my hands are already sore. Can you please ask my uncle to write less times for me?]
Seeing the dozen pages of handwritten company charter, Shen Xingli felt sorry for Sang Yu for a few seconds.
Nowadays, everyone types on computers. It would be strange if my hands didn’t feel sore after writing like this.
Shen Xingli immediately sent her an emoticon of patting her head.
[Just wait, I will plead for you.]
She put down her phone and gave Sang Muye a stiff smile.
"Sang Yu also contributed to these dumplings. She rolled the dough and I wrapped them. Can you please take this into consideration and ask her to write the rules less often? Besides, she bought those treats to make me happy. If you insist on punishing her that much, I'll do the same."
After saying that, she swallowed nervously.
The hands that were clutching the corners of his clothes were already covered in cold sweat.
At this moment, Shen Xingli is like a well-behaved doll.
Her brown curly hair falls naturally on her shoulders.
Those big, sparkling eyes were looking at Sang Muye eagerly.
His eyes were still sending out the signal of "please".
Seeing him like this, Sang Muye put down the chopsticks in his hand.
The voice was neither hurried nor slow, and one could not tell whether he was happy or angry.
"Is this how you usually beg people?"
Shen Xingli: “…”
That’s definitely not the case.
When she usually asks her family for help, she always hugs their necks and acts coquettishly.
But could she do that to Sang Muye?
I guess she was thrown several meters away before she could even say anything.
Shen Xingli bit her red lips and said, "Then, how should I ask for it?"
Sang Muye continued to pick up the chopsticks, his expression indifferent: "Think for yourself."
Then he picked up a dumpling and put it in his mouth.
Looking at her leisurely.
Shen Xingli felt like she was being bewitched by his gaze.
She immediately lowered her head and asked Sang Yu for help.
[He asked me to beg him. What kind of gesture should I take to beg a demon?]
Soon, Sang Yu sent her a bunch of incredulous emoticons.
There is one more thing.
[That old man doesn't want you to act like a spoiled child to him, does he? Ahhhh, he's so perverted, Li Li, don't you think he likes you?]
Shen Xingli: [How is that possible? I would rather believe that a sow can climb a tree than believe that he likes me.]
Sang Yu: [Then you try to act like a spoiled child, maybe it will work. Auntie, for me, can you sell your beauty a little?]
Shen Xingli: Is it okay if she wants to say no?
Selling your body to a devil who has no interest in women is like dancing in front of a blind man.
But she had no other choice at the moment.
never mind.
The worst that can happen is death.
She fought hard for her sisters.
After Shen Xingli prepared herself mentally, she slowly raised her porcelain-white face.
There was a gentle and sweet smile on the corner of her lips.
The little hand tugged at Sang Muye's sleeve, and the voice was soft.
"Please forgive Xiaoyu. I beg you."
Sang Muye looked at her pouting and blinking her big eyes.
My Adam's apple couldn't help but roll a few times.
A hint of joy suddenly appeared in his usually cold eyes.
His voice was low and hoarse: "Then copy it three times."
Shen Xingli widened his eyes in disbelief.
She didn't expect that this lame way of acting coquettishly would also work for Sang Muye.
She thanked him repeatedly: "Thank you, I will tell her now."
Upon hearing the news, Sang Yu jumped around the room excitedly.
[Ahhhh, Xiao Lili, you are my lucky star. If my uncle gives me trouble again in the future, I will come to you. I have to hold on to my aunt's thighs tightly so that I can live a happy life.]
Sang Yu is Sang Muye's secretary, and she is going crazy because of the torture he causes her every day.
Not only do you have to work overtime every day, but you will be punished if you make any mistake.
Now, finally someone can speak up for her.
Sang Yu rolled around on the bed excitedly.
But at this moment, after saying these words, Shen Xingli's face turned red with shame.
Holding the phone, he said to Sang Muye, "I have to meet a client tomorrow and I haven't prepared some information yet. I'll go back to my room first."
After saying that, she disappeared from Sang Muye's sight.
Looking at her back, then lowering his eyes to look at the cuff that she had touched, the smile between Sang Muye's brows deepened.
There was restraint and forbearance in her voice: "Little rice cake, stop being afraid of me and act like a spoiled child to me more, okay?"
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