Song Lingshan took the orange juice, took only a small sip, and put it down.
Seeing that Song Lingshan hadn't started eating, Su Luo felt embarrassed to take the initiative to eat as well, so she picked up a glass of water and drank it instead.
After a while, Song Lingshan finally picked up her chopsticks, took a slice of blueberry yam, put it in her mouth, and chewed it carefully.
Su Luo pursed her lips, asking expectantly, "How does it taste?"
This was a new recipe he learned online; he hadn't made it before. Since Song Lingshan liked sweets, this dish happened to be sweet and sour.
He figured Song Lingshan would like it, so he specially made it for her.
Song Lingshan's tense brows gradually relaxed, and the corners of her mouth turned up slightly as she praised her.
"tasty!"
The refreshing taste of yam, combined with the sweet and sour flavor of blueberry jam, is truly amazing.
Su Luo breathed a sigh of relief. "That's good."
As he spoke, he picked up his lunchbox and proudly showed off his food.
Song Lingshan noticed the band-aid on his neck and asked softly.
"Does it still hurt?"
"ah?"
Su Luo swallowed a mouthful of rice, looking completely bewildered.
"I meant your neck, does it still hurt?"
Song Lingshan had drunk too much that day. Looking back now, she realized she had indeed gone too far with Su Luo. She remembered that the bite mark was very deep and was still purplish-red when it was light.
Su Luo was somewhat flattered; why was he suddenly showing concern for him?
"I was scared, but it's alright now."
Although he has delicate skin, this little injury is nothing to him. After all, he is an orphan and has never had a good life since he was a child. He often gets bumps and bruises.
"That's good."
Song Lingshan continued eating.
Su Luo didn't try to start another topic, and the atmosphere fell silent.
After taking a few more bites, Song Lingshan stopped and suddenly spoke.
"Do you still want a promotion?"
The short drama will start filming in a few days. As the head of the photography department, Su Luo's workload will increase. Song Lingshan doesn't want him to be too tired, so she's thinking of changing him to a relatively easier position.
Su Luo, biting her chopsticks, asked in surprise, "You can still be promoted?"
He'd only been promoted to supervisor a few days ago, and Song Lingshan was already going to promote him again? Is there some kind of good thing?
Song Lingshan smiled slightly, "Be my assistant."
Actually, she had been looking for an assistant for a while, but hadn't found a suitable one. So she decided to make Su Luo her assistant, which would keep him firmly by her side and allow her to boss him around as a matter of course.
"This, this isn't a good idea."
He studied photography and wouldn't be able to do assistant work. Besides, he would need Song Lingshan's assistant, which would mean working under her nose every day.
He'd rather avoid her than walk right into her trap; it's like a lamb entering a tiger's den.
Song Lingshan frowned, somewhat displeased, and said, "What's wrong with that? I'll pay you 30,000 a month!"
Su Luo's monthly salary is only a little over 10,000 yuan now. If he were offered 30,000 yuan, he probably wouldn't have any reason to refuse.
Thirty thousand?
Su Luo wavered a bit. Thirty thousand yuan was so tempting, but... but what if he became Song Lingshan's assistant?
That would make it even easier for Song Lingshan to get back at him.
On second thought, how many people are eyeing the job of CEO assistant?
Why did Song Lingshan specifically seek him out?
There must be a conspiracy involved; no one is kind to you for no reason.
Besides, he was the one who dumped Song Lingshan back then, and she has always harbored a lot of resentment towards him, so this must be a trap.
"No need, thank you for your kindness, Mr. Song."
Song Lingshan slammed her chopsticks on the table. "Fifty thousand!"
Su Luo's lips twitched slightly, "Really, there's no need..."
This isn't about money; it's about his life. He can't afford any more trouble.
Song Lingshan's face darkened instantly. She pointed to the door and said in an icy tone, "Get out!"
Huh?
He hasn't finished eating yet.
Su Luo glanced at the fragrant food, swallowed hard, and reluctantly got up.
There's nothing I can do; he's the boss, so I guess I'll just have to have a proper meal tonight.
Su Luo's plan was good, but Song Lingshan seemed to be deliberately targeting him.
All the works submitted by the photography department today were rejected by Song Lingshan, and he was asked to reshoot them.
I painstakingly reshot the film and re-edited it according to her wishes, but it was all rejected and had to be redone.
This caused great distress to the artists and photography staff.
Su Luo felt incredibly guilty, knowing that Song Lingshan was making things difficult for him, while he was dragging everyone else down with him.
Zhang Ming couldn't hold on any longer and sneaked off to the bathroom.
I lit a cigarette, and the image of Nami Ozawa's stunning face involuntarily surfaced in my mind again.
He bit down hard on the cigarette butt, getting angrier the more he thought about it.
It must be that Su Luo deliberately seduced Ozawa Nami. Su Luo saw him and Ozawa Nami at the company entrance last time.
Therefore, Su Luo approached her intentionally to mess with her.
If it weren't for Su Luo, Ozawa Nami wouldn't have dumped him.
Zhang Ming's face gradually contorted as he took out his phone, scrolled through his contacts, and called a friend who had some influence in the underworld.
So what if he's good-looking? He just had someone slash his face, which is prettier than a woman's.
If Su Luo becomes ugly, Ozawa Nami will definitely dump him and come back to her.
...
As it was nearing the end of the workday, Su Luo took it upon himself to let the artists and staff leave first, leaving the remaining editing work to him alone.
I was busy until it was completely dark, and I still hadn't finished.
The huge office was empty except for Su Luo.
Su Luo stared at his hands holding the keyboard, paused slightly, and felt a cold sweat break out on his forehead from the stomachache.
Su Luo groaned, bent over slightly, and gently massaged her stomach, trying to relieve the pain.
Damn it, I haven't had dinner yet, and I didn't eat enough for lunch either.
The door was gently pushed open.
With a creak!
Hearing the noise, Su Luo turned around with difficulty and saw that it was Song Lingshan. She said nervously.
"I'll be done in a minute, just give me ten more minutes."
Song Lingshan saw him clutching his stomach, his face as pale as paper, and fine beads of sweat on his forehead.
My heart tightened slightly. "If you're not feeling well, don't do it."
"It's okay, I can manage."
With that, Su Luo turned around and continued editing.
The footsteps grew closer.
Immediately afterwards, the computer screen went black as Song Lingshan unplugged the power cord, without a doubt.
"I'll take you to the hospital."
She was stalling his progress just to make him give up and ask her to be his assistant.
I never expected him to be so responsible at work; he was so busy that he didn't even eat.
He's been gritting his teeth and enduring this pain until now, sweating profusely from the pain, yet he still insists on completing his work. He even voluntarily released the employees and artists who were implicated by him.
Su Luo slowly raised her head, her pained eyes filled with coldness.
"No!"
She was clearly teasing him on purpose, and now she wants to take him to the hospital. Is that really necessary?
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