If Assistant Liu could play on his phone at this mont, his ntal state would probably be like this:
[I’ve seen a side of my boss that’s completely different from the impression he usually gives off, and he seems rather unhappy now. Any advice? Am I dood? Waiting online, quite urgent!]
Then, the replies below would probably be like this:
[Hahaha, light a candle for the poster]
[Take care, poster~]
[Don’t be cowardly, poster! You can always start over!]
...
But at this mont, the situation is that he is standing awkwardly at the door with porridge in hand, while the boss, who was just gently stroking his cat, is now coldly glaring at him.
As if everything he just saw was an illusion.
Yes! An illusion!
Assistant Liu’s eyes lit up, if he acts like he knows nothing, surely that’s better.
So he blurted out, "President, I didn’t see anything just now."
The aloof President Fang Yuhuan: "..."
I wasn’t going to say anything, but why did you have to ntion it?
Little Dumpling Gu Shengyin: "..."
Young man, if your intelligence is lacking, there’s nothing I can do to save you.
Assistant Liu, who was dumbfounded by his own words: "..."
Why did I say that?
Gu Shengyin looked at Assistant Liu’s tearful expression and felt a rare mont of kindness, amidst the awkwardness gently letting out a "ow."
Assistant Liu’s eyes brightened, as if grasping the only glimr of light in a haze.
"President, is Little Princess Xueli hungry?"
Fang Yuhuan glanced at him indifferently, finally shifting his gaze to Gu Shengyin.
Assistant Liu sighed in relief, thinking that Little Princess Xueli truly is his lucky star. Next ti, he’ll bring a package of dried fish, which their majesty loves to eat, but he wonders if Little Princess Xueli will like it?
If Gu Shengyin knew what he was thinking, she’d surely be disdainful: Who loves eating dried fish? I already said, I’m a Spirit beast!
Not a Cat!
Fang Yuhuan’s breakfast is quite rich, featuring porridge and small pastries.
Assistant Liu brought Gu Shengyin seafood porridge, which was specially cooled, so it’s not hot now, just mildly warm.
He raises his own cats, knowing these delicate creatures have very sensitive tongues, and can’t eat anything too hot.
Sotis, temperatures that humans find normal can scald them.
On this point, Gu Shengyin wants to complain: She’s definitely not a cat!
But the porridge tastes pretty good.
Gu Shengyin happily drank her porridge, and after eating, she happily called twice, then naturally lay down, belly up, and owed at President Fang who had already finished his breakfast.
The aning was quite clear: I’ve eaten too much, co rub my belly.
President Fang, who had never been ordered around so boldly: "..."
Feeling a very subtle emotion in his heart, he nonetheless dutifully extended his hand, gently rubbing Little Dumpling’s full belly.
Gu Shengyin enjoyed the princess-like treatnt while inwardly despising the dignity she’d long thrown into the sewer.
It’s really... so embarrassing.
But...
It feels so comfortable, ow!
Fang Yuhuan watched his Little Princess Xueli looking satisfied and couldn’t help but smile.
Even he didn’t know how gentle his expression was at that mont.
The door was softly knocked.
Fang Yuhuan quickly reined in his expression, and put Gu Shengyin into his pocket: "Co in."
The person entering is the now wiser Assistant Liu: "President, Miss An and little Miss An have co to visit."
Gu Shengyin shivered from head to toe.
Little Miss An, isn’t that An Weiwei?
——
ow, the eighth of the five night watch periods finally rushes out before midnight.
Allow to act cute for a mont, ow ow ow, and ask for votes~
If possible, I’ll act cute for you to see~
Goodnight darlings, see you tomorrow~
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