Two weeks later.
Rong Shang received her first paycheck.
Although it's only a little over a thousand.
But for a family like the original owner's, it's not bad.
It was dusk.
The staff at the dojo were discussing where to eat, but Rong Shang went to the office to find Nan Qiaosheng.
For the first time, he wasn't working at his computer; instead, he was sitting on the sofa drinking coffee.
As soon as Rong Shang entered, the other person immediately looked up at her.
"boss."
"What's up?"
"Here." Walking over, Rong Shang took out 1,300 from her pocket and handed it over.
Nan Qiaosheng glanced down at it, raised an eyebrow, and looked puzzled.
"What is this for?"
"I'm returning it to you." She was referring to the money another man had lent her.
Nan Qiaosheng denied it, "I'm sorry, I didn't lend you any money, you've got the wrong idea."
"No, I'm not mistaken."
"..." I don't answer.
Rong Shang looked down at him; the man's expression was already cold.
"Then I'll put it here." She didn't want to say anything more, so she bent down and placed the money on the glass tea table.
Before she could let go, the man's cold hand covered hers and grabbed it.
"Bai Xiaoyu, don't test my limits of patience."
He was smiling, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.
"I told you I didn't lend you any money, and that's it," he emphasized, his delicate brows furrowing slightly.
Rong Shang finally realized that some things are better left unsaid.
"Sorry." She took the money back.
Nan Qiaosheng's expression improved slightly. "If there's nothing else, go back. It's already time to leave work. You don't need to stay here any longer."
Rong Chang nodded.
Yes, I've already finished get off work.
Thud.
The sofa beside me suddenly collapsed in one place.
Nan Qiaosheng turned her head to look at him, raising an eyebrow, "What are you doing?"
"Now that we're off work, there's no longer any superior-subordinate relationship between us."
Rong Shang reached out and placed her cool fingertips on the man's shoulder, a gesture that seemed somewhat intimate.
"Nan Qiaosheng".
She spoke his name slowly and deliberately, with a hint of languor in her voice.
The man stared at her, his mind in turmoil.
There's nothing else to it, just because of those eyes.
He paused for two or three seconds, then pulled her hand away, saying, "Men and women should not touch each other."
"Tch." Rong Shang laughed. "Are you that conservative?"
She wouldn't leave, and even deliberately moved to the right, closer to him.
"Nan Qiaosheng, do you dare say you have absolutely no feelings for me?"
"..." and then he said these things again.
"Um?"
Turning to look at him, Rong Shang reached out again.
Before he could even touch him, the man had already dodged to the side.
"No." He said this with some hesitation.
Rong Shang gave an intrigued "Oh," and said, "I don't believe it."
"Do you dare to look me in the eye for ten seconds?"
"..." He sighed, "Stop messing around."
Feeling the intense gaze around him, Nan Qiaosheng deliberately glanced at his watch in front of her. "Bai Xiaoyu, your mother is definitely waiting for you at home for dinner right now, you..."
"Are you afraid?" Rong Shang interrupted the other person midway, and by sitting a little closer, she had cornered Nan Qiaosheng.
That's why Nan Qiaosheng had no choice but to look up at her.
"Don't be so childish." He chuckled softly, his tone tinged with helplessness.
As she tried to get up, Rong Shang grabbed his hand and pulled him down.
"Make eye contact."
His cold, dismissive voice carried an invisible, oppressive aura.
Nan Qiaosheng was only stunned for a moment before his handsome chin was lifted up by someone pinching it.
Now he had nowhere to retreat and could only stare at the other person for ten seconds.
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