7 Is he teasing me on purpose?
◎The Emperor's favorite concubine's feeding game, Your Majesty Lu, I will feed you◎
He was just trying to flatter and show his loyalty, and he never dreamed that the villain would question him. Song Qiu was completely dumbfounded.
"I……"
He didn't know how to respond, and he had no time to improvise. Before he could come up with a response, he was released unexpectedly.
The man who had been aggressively questioning him just now just walked around him and walked out of the elevator to face the greetings from the passing secretaries. As he walked past him, he left two words, "Follow me."
She didn't seem to care about his answer at all.
Song Qiu followed Lu Yancheng in confusion, and walked into the president's office amidst the greetings of "Hello, President Lu" and the secretaries' glances at him.
He thought Lu Yancheng didn't want others to hear their conversation, so he wanted to bring him in, but after waiting for a while and seeing Lu Yancheng continue to ask questions, his confused mind finally reacted a little.
Either the villain really has no sense of boundaries and even has to question the flattery, or... he did it on purpose.
The answer is not important, I just want to see him confused for a moment. To put it bluntly, I am just teasing him for fun.
He was so scared, and you just wanted to tease him?!
Song Qiu was extremely angry, and in a rage... he opened the lunch box and took a bite of a biscuit.
There's no way, I can't afford to offend him. Such a high salary also includes the cost of teasing him. Now he is basically sold to the villain.
but!
These cookies are really delicious! So delicious!
Song Qiu was madly thanking Zhang Ma in his heart. A few delicious cookies healed his young heart that was hurt by the evil villain, and allowed him to work for the villain with full energy and enthusiasm again.
Lu Yancheng just took a look at today's schedule, and when he looked up again, he found him standing there eating, holding the food box in one hand and pinching a small biscuit into his mouth with the other hand.
If you say he doesn't consider himself an outsider, he still eats while standing and doesn't even dare to sit down. But if you say he is reserved and polite, he eats as soon as he enters the door and doesn't care whose office it is.
"tasty?"
Song Qiu paused while taking the biscuits. He looked up and found the villain staring at him. He immediately took the initiative to walk over and put the food box on the table. "Mr. Lu, do you want to eat? The biscuits made by Aunt Zhang are super delicious!"
It was the first time that someone dared to eat snacks in his office and asked him if he wanted to eat. Lu Yancheng met his sincere eyes and the words "You are not allowed to eat here" came to his lips, but he turned them around several times before saying them out loud.
He is the same age as Lu Yang, so he is just a child. There is no need to be too harsh on him. Eating some cookies doesn’t taste good.
And it's quite funny. I was so amused just now that I was standing in the elevator with my eyes wide open. Don't make me cry.
Forget it, just eat it.
He stopped talking. Song Qiu thought that he was not served well enough. Thinking of his emperor-like treatment, he hesitated for two seconds and directly picked up a biscuit and fed it to him. He also emphasized, "My hands are clean. I just wiped them with the wet tissue on the coffee table. Mr. Lu, don't worry about eating."
Lu Yancheng looked at the biscuit beside his mouth and then at him, seeming to want to say something but stopping himself.
"Oh, that's right. How can Mr. Lu be treated so perfunctorily?" Song Qiu squatted down quickly, making sure to look up at him, and respectfully raised the biscuit and put it back to his mouth, "Mr. Lu, please eat."
This time it’s right!
Mr. Lu! Your Majesty! You rich people really know how to enjoy life! It's even more outrageous than what is written in the books!
Lu Yancheng: “…”
I just don't like those sweet and milky things. I don't ask people to feed me, especially like this, but...
It’s already like this, it’s not wrong to have a taste.
When he turned his head slightly and was about to take a bite of the biscuit, the office door was suddenly pushed open. Lu Yancheng stopped eating and Song Qiu also looked towards the door curiously.
Lin Jin at the door did not hesitate for a second. She closed the door smoothly to block out the view from outside, gave Lu Yancheng a look that said "You really know how to play", and strode into the lounge next to her. She did not even look at Song Qiu once the whole time, as if she did not see the two of them playing the "Emperor and his concubine's feeding game".
He didn't even need to say anything. Just by looking at his eyes, Lu Yancheng knew what was on his mind. Lu Yancheng didn't eat the cookie after all and gently pushed Song Qiu's hand.
"Eat it yourself."
"Ah... you don't want it again?" Song Qiu looked confused, and turned to look at the lounge where Lin Jin went in. "Or am I not at a high enough level? The book says that it is Assistant Lin who takes care of you, so... should I ask Assistant Lin to feed you?"
He was a man of action, and he would do what he said. He stood up and was about to go find Lin Jin, but as soon as he took a step, someone grabbed his collar from behind.
"The book says that Lin Jin even cares about this? Do I need someone to feed me?"
"That's not so detailed, but..." Song Qiu turned around and smiled embarrassedly, "I think it's worthy of your noble status to have someone feed you."
"unnecessary."
Lu Yancheng gave a clear answer. He suspected that he was frightened by the warning in the elevator, so he didn't argue with him anymore. He pointed to the sofa not far away and said, "Go sit there and eat by yourself. Don't feed me."
"Okay, Mr. Lu." Song Qiu nodded repeatedly and signaled with his eyes to the hand that was holding his collar.
You two brothers are indeed brothers! Lu Yang also lifted me up like this! It's amazing that you are tall!
When I grow up, I want to be as tall as you!
Lu Yancheng ignored his resentful look and let him go, watching him sit on the sofa with his eyes still rolling around. He was smart, but sometimes his train of thought was very strange. He couldn't help but raise his hand and rub his brows.
Can this cleverness be equalized with Lu Yang? One is too smart, the other is too stupid, both are troublesome.
"Lin Jin, come out."
Hearing the boss calling her, Lin Jin immediately came out of the lounge and greeted Song Qiu as if nothing had happened just now, "Mr. Song, what a coincidence, you are here too."
Song Qiu looked at Lu Yancheng and then at him, "Idol, is it possible that we have already met before?"
"Really?" Lin Jin smiled and shook her head, "I didn't see it just now, sorry."
"Don't worry, Mr. Song. I won't see anything I shouldn't see. All assistants and secretaries in the president's office are like this. This is the most basic professional quality."
“You can look at this!”
When reading books, this kind of professionalism is used when Lu Yancheng and the protagonist are doing that thing. Song Qiu understood it immediately and almost jumped up from the sofa. "Boss Lu and I are not the kind of people you can't watch. I was just feeding Boss Lu cookies!"
"That's really a coincidence." Lin Jin's tone was gentle, so gentle that it was even a little weird, and she was talking to Lu Yancheng, "Mr. Lu doesn't eat cookies, and he's not interested in any snacks."
If he saw it correctly, if he hadn't forgotten to knock on the door and just walked in directly, someone would have already eaten it.
Lu Yancheng had a cold face and said nothing.
"I don't want to eat... I don't want to eat? This is really not written in the book." Song Qiu's expression changed from stunned to embarrassed, and finally he stuffed the biscuit into his mouth listlessly, "Then I will eat it myself."
"It's the rule set by Mr. Lu that snacks are not allowed in the office."
Song Qiu almost choked to death after hearing Lin Jin's words. He looked at Lu Yancheng with horror, "Didn't you just tell me to sit here and eat? Are you trying to trap me? Are you going to deduct my salary?!"
Lin Jin didn't say anything, just laughed beside her.
The teasing look in Lu Yancheng's eyes made his face grow colder and colder. "He is the same age as Lu Yang, just a child."
"It's reasonable for a child to have some snacks." Lin Jin nodded seriously, "Children are not within the scope of the rules, so it's understandable. It's also human nature for Mr. Lu to feel embarrassed to refuse a cookie when a child feeds him one."
It seemed that he agreed with his boss's words, but in fact, Lu Yancheng's double standards were written all over his face.
Lu Yancheng had nothing to say.
Others may not understand some of his detailed habits, but Lin Jin definitely does. He admits that he is indeed a little more tolerant towards Song Qiu.
After all, Song Qiu's personality and appearance all meet his aesthetic tastes and preferences.
But that’s where it stops. Appreciation is fine, and there will be some preferential treatment, but it won’t cross the line.
The office was eerily quiet. Song Qiu swallowed the biscuit in his mouth, looked at the two people staring at each other in silence not far away, and couldn't help but whispered: "Idol, you are so brave. You dare to play tricks on Mr. Lu. You are worthy of being an idol..."
He was actually watching the fun at this time, and was still looking at Lin Jin with admiration. Lu Yancheng could no longer bear it and glanced at him coldly, "Your idol is also misunderstanding you."
"Ah... I know, but I've explained it several times and my idol won't listen. Mr. Lu, no one will believe your explanation either, so let it be."
Song Qiu was open-minded and said in a nonchalant tone, "I am upright and have nothing to fear. President Lu, you are upright too. We just need to know it ourselves. If idols want to misunderstand, then so be it. It's just like supporting a couple. It's all personal hobbies. As long as it doesn't affect our normal lives, that's fine."
He was so interesting. Both his train of thought and his words were unexpected. Lin Jin was amused by him. "Mr. Song is really broad-minded."
"Of course, you are my idol." In the future, he would learn from his idol. Song Qiu happily came over and put the whole food box in front of him. "My idol, do you want to eat? The cookies made by Aunt Zhang are delicious, and there are also egg tarts."
Lin Jin did not answer, but looked at Lu Yancheng with a teasing look.
"Mr. Lu doesn't want to eat it. I've remembered that I will never give it to Mr. Lu again in the future." Song Qiu nodded repeatedly to make the promise. He was quite diligent and studious.
He didn't know why, but he felt that Lu Yancheng's face became even colder, and he almost felt cold.
"Can you smell it?" He lowered his head and sniffed it. "It does have a sweet, milky aroma. Don't let Mr. Lu get irritated. Let's eat from a distance, idol."
The moment Song Qiu pulled Lin Jin to sit on the sofa together, she almost couldn't hold back her laughter.
He finally understood why the boss kept the child by his side without hesitation. He couldn't imagine how happy the boss would be every day with such an interesting child raised at home.
Look, now he is so happy that his face is so black that it is unbearable to look at.
"Boss Lu, Young Master Song's hospitality is hard to refuse. Can I eat it?"
There weren't many opportunities to see the boss break down while getting paid, so he was happy to add fuel to the fire.
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