Shen Jiazhou emphasized the word "personally" with particular emphasis, and Wen Shuqiao said, "Did I agree? I didn't agree."
"You agreed." Shen Jiazhou snorted. "Stop pretending to be confused! I haven't settled the score with you for not replying to my messages yet."
"I replied," Wen Shuqiao replied innocently, then took the remote and turned on the TV.
"I didn't receive it?" Shen Jiazhou asked in confusion. "Who did you reply to?"
"I replied with my mind." Wen Shuqiao said seriously, "What, didn't you receive it?"
Shen Jiazhou finally understood that the implication was that he was too lazy to reply to him!
Fine, fine, for over twenty years, he's always been the one replying to others with his mind! This is the first time Wen Shuqiao has replied to him with her mind, and it's really not a pleasant feeling.
Seeing Wen Shuqiao about to take the remote control, he quickly grabbed it from her.
Wen Shuqiao finally turned to look at him and said, "President Shen, isn't this childish? Can Can isn't even hiding the remote control anymore."
“Not childish,” Shen Jiazhou said. “Just tell me, and I’ll give it to you.”
Wen Shuqiao said, "She was just praising you for being handsome. She was so handsome that she stammered, saying that your beauty is an honor."
"It's alright." Shen Jiazhou handed the remote back to her: "The praise was so-so, but the last sentence sounded pretty good to me."
He cupped his face in his hands and said, "This face is truly remarkable; it's an honor in itself."
Wen Shuqiao blinked and casually said, "Yes, really handsome."
Shen Jiazhou pretended not to hear her perfunctory tone and put his hand down: "Really nothing else?"
"That's all," Wen Shuqiao said. "I've said everything."
She only subtly hid a few words, those words were indeed a bit hard to say.
"Alright." Shen Jiazhou was fairly satisfied: "Just say the word next time you need me, and I'll make sure you look good."
Wen Shuqiao realized that Shen Jiazhou had completely let loose now.
But this is good too; being happy is always better than being depressed.
Her brows and eyes relaxed a bit, and Shen Jiazhou could tell from her profile that she was in a good mood.
He curled the corners of his mouth slightly: "What are you laughing at?"
"President Shen has condescended to give me face, and I can't even be happy about it?" Wen Shuqiao picked up the remote control that had been snatched away, ready to turn on a variety show.
Shen Jiazhou crossed his arms, lifted his upper body off the sofa, and leaned slightly towards her to look at Wen Shuqiao's face.
Wen Shuqiao hadn't intended to look at Shen Jiazhou, but Shen Jiazhou's gaze was too "intense," making it difficult for her to ignore him.
In the end, I couldn't resist and turned to look at him.
Shen Jiazhou probably didn't expect her to suddenly turn her head to look at him. Wen Shuqiao caught a hint of panic in his eyes, her gaze flickered for a moment, and then she stood up: "Going to work overtime."
After saying that, he left straight away. Wen Shuqiao watched as his leg bumped into the single sofa and he sighed.
Shen Jiazhou didn't even turn his head, but just coughed lightly and said in a slightly stiff tone, "No, it's nothing, it's nothing, you can watch your TV."
Wen Shuqiao watched as he walked straight into the study. The study door was first opened forcefully, and then gently closed again.
She turned her head in confusion. Why was Shen Jiazhou acting so strangely?
She turned bright red.
She sighed and casually picked up a financial magazine from the table to fan herself.
You know what, isn't it a bit hot at home today?
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