That's terrible, they've scared everyone away.
Mr. Ye will take a look and see who will take care of her in the future.
laugh.
Rong Shang ignored him and did not reply to Master Ye's text message.
She pursed her red lips and was about to put her phone away when a man walked towards her.
Rong Shang's gaze slowly fell on the other person's devilishly handsome face. Two seconds later, she reached out and grabbed the other person's arm.
Nan Qiyu seemed startled. He turned his head slightly to look over, his gaze cold and sharp. "What are you doing?"
"How should I phrase the offer to be your assistant?"
"You enjoy serving others so much?" Nan Qiyu raised an eyebrow, somewhat annoyed.
Rong Shang shook her head and then nodded.
Nan Qiyu's face was indifferent.
Hmm, I don't understand.
“You’re half right.” Rong Shang smiled casually. “I don’t like serving others, but I like serving you.”
She suddenly stepped forward and got closer.
The pleasant fragrance enveloped him, and Nan Qiyu held his breath.
"Nan Qiyu, how about you sign your name and write a sentence for me?"
Nan Qiyu, "..."
Is he a contract worker?
He needs to sign autographs for people anytime, anywhere.
"Is that okay?" Rong Shang looked up at him, her beautiful peach blossom eyes sparkling with a captivating light. "If you write one sentence, I won't bother you to be my assistant anymore."
that's all?
One is a short-term problem, and the other is a long-term one.
After weighing the two options, Nan Qiyu agreed.
Then Rong Shang brought out a pen and paper. He sat on the sofa, and she watched from the side.
The faint shadow fell upon him with the woman's intense gaze. Nan Qiyu pursed his slightly red lips and moved the pen in his hand, about to write the three characters "Nan Qiyu".
Someone stopped him, "No, I don't want your name anymore."
What?
Nan Qiyu really thought he had misheard.
You want his autograph but not his name?
Didn't he keep saying last time that he didn't sign his name for her?
Nan Qiyu has truly become a Buddhist.
So she really thought of him as a laborer.
"Stop having so many inner monologues, just write it down, just write my name."
At this moment, a woman's soft and pleasant voice came from above, leaving Nan Qiyu speechless once again, "..."
The first time I signed my name, it was from the bottom of my heart.
Because I wanted to mess with her.
But now that she actually asked him to write it, he seemed to have forgotten how to write the strokes of her name, and he couldn't bring himself to write it.
After dawdling for so long, someone's patience had long since worn off. "Nan Qiyu, how about I go report to your manager tomorrow?"
One sentence, carrying a hint of threat.
Upon hearing this, Nan Qiyu's delicate brows furrowed.
"I wrote."
Fine, I'll just write it down quickly so she'll stop bothering me like this.
With a few quick swishes, the pen tip scribbled rapidly on the paper, and soon the three large characters "Ye Zhaoxue" appeared before her.
Nan Qiyu closed her eyes briefly and asked coldly, "Anything else?"
Rong Shang smiled mischievously, "Just write 'I love you'."
"Oh," Nan Qiyu responded subconsciously.
He raised his eyes, about to put pen to paper, when he suddenly realized something.
I love you?
He looked at the words "Ye Zhaoxue" that he had written on the paper, and then thought about the words he was about to write. For some reason, his ears suddenly turned red.
"Are you kidding me?" He finally couldn't help but raise his head.
Their eyes met unexpectedly, and hormones surged.
"I didn't," Rong Shang said seriously. "I only asked you to write because my handwriting is bad."
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