Devil CEO's Contract Lover

Chapter 42 Stealing Food

He leaned back in his seat, made a lazy posture, looked askance at my panting appearance, and

laughed dumbly.

This look, simply to make me angry fraud!

I heard that he needed this document, but I rushed over here in a hurry, only to see his leisurely and

relaxed look, damn it!

"Of course there are other things, these days my secretary is sick and can not come to work, no ......"

Damon indebtedly pointed to the empty cup of tea, "I wanted to drink tea and found no one ......"

He meant for me to make him tea that is! That's despicable! That's abominable!

I would like to know what else he wanted to play, so I grabbed some tea leaves and made him tea.

Sure enough, the tea that the rich people drink is different, just start steeping for a while, the tea water

is clear and slightly green, the tea leaves spread out, forming a flower shape at the bottom.

With their own home brewing of large thick stick tea, brewing out of the bitter and astringent taste is

simply a world of difference.

I worked in the teahouse, first with boiling water to scald the alabaster pot once, put the tea leaves in,

plus boiling water, poured in four small alabaster cups, cover, and then over the boiling water poured

on the lid of the four tea cups.

So, then gather the water from the four cups into Damon's cup, hand it over to Damon's face.

Damon picked up the teacups and took a slight taste, "Well, it tastes pretty good. Thanks for your hard

work ......"

I look at his look of indebtedness, inwardly stirred up a lot of anger, "So I can go now?"

"Not yet. Can't you see that my desk is rather messy? The page numbers of these documents are all

messed up, you have to rearrange them for me."

This was his masterpiece before I came in, and he gave amusement watching my fried but not daring

to really freak out expression.

It was much more fun than the boredom of being alone just now, and I always kept the spirits up.

"I just can't believe there isn't a single employee in the entire Rubinstein Group who can do this for

you." Damon, you're playing games with me.

"Everyone has their own position, why would I want someone else to leave their job to help me

organize my files?" Damon laughed, "I know how to manage the company in the best interest, not

recruit some employees who can only organize things."

"What do you mean, you're insinuating that I'm not?" I said, "That's all I can organize without a brain?"

Damon pretended to be perfunctory, "Knowing you're smart, won't that make you a secretary to be able

to do things?"

I took the heavy file of about five or six pounds to the corner and organized it indignantly, cursing in my

heart, "Damon is a pervert!

It took me about ten minutes to sort through less than a tenth of it, and I sat down in my chair in

frustration while Damon seemed to be taking it easy.

"I don't think it's right, there are so many papers, it takes a long time to organize them, what are you

doing? Look? I don't think you have the energy to look at it at all, do you think it's fun to fool me?"

"I don't have the energy to look at it, but I still have to organize it, maybe one day it will become

something useful. If you feel tired, you can rest a little more."

"You don't need to say that? I'm not going to tire myself out, I don't get paid, I don't have to work my

ass off!" I said.

I was resting well at home, and a phone call from him disrupted my resting plan.

"You're quite calculating." Damon took in all my cuteness.

After a while, he pointed to something on the other chair and asked, "What's that?"

"It's not because Linda loves you and brought you food, afraid you wouldn't eat well at the office." I said

with a puff of anger.

"Oh, that's good. It just so happens that I didn't eat much this morning and now I'm a little hungry."

Damon said.

Look how relaxed he is, someone else made the tea, someone else organized the paperwork, and

someone else brought the food!

"Why are you still standing there? Why don't you bring it over to me?" The tone of an ancient evil son.

I shook my head, sold my soul again, and handed up the food.

I glanced curiously at his computer, but he quickly closed the page.

I think I saw the word heart attack on it. I'm too sensitive, I guess. There shouldn't be any content,

Damon wouldn't pay attention to that.

"What did you just see?" Damon asked with a cough and a fist to his lips, his eyes looking up at me.

"Didn't see anything, weren't you at work? Why are you afraid I'll peek?" I said.

"Company secrets, except for me and the core staff, can not be shown to anyone, including me can not

be an exception, from top to bottom to comply with the company's rules, in order to convince the public,

right?" Damon said.

"Confidential again, how many secrets does your company have? It's not like it's a spy organization." I

said.

I opened the thermos and inside was a fancy assortment of sushi that looked both meat and veggie

and matched the colors beautifully.

I should have known that I would have stolen some on the way, it was too bad to give it all to Damon,

right?

"You want to eat too?" Looking at my expression as I stared at the food, like a hungry cat.

"Yeah." This time I nodded obediently, I was a little hungry, and I have no resistance to food.

"Then eat together." Damon said, looking at it, there was only one pair of chopsticks, share it.

I took one and ate it, showing a delicious expression, and when I looked up, I suddenly felt that I was

too greedy.

Look at Damon looking at me and smiling, is he looking at my joke?

I swallowed faster, but choked and kept coughing, woe is me!

He handed me the water, I took a few quick sips and felt better with his gentle back rub.

I looked at the cup of tea, and it was the same cup he was drinking from. My cheeks were getting hot,

and they were so close.

My cheeks were tinged with red and the skin at my neck was pink from the coughing.

My eyes blinked and I was looking at him too, and he said languidly, "There's something around your

mouth."

"Where?" I wiped the corner of my own mouth, but heard Damon say, "Let me help you."

A warm touch touched my lips, and Damon's handsome face was so close to mine that their noses

touched.

His kiss was gentle this time, and I could feel the lightness of his force even with my eyes closed. I had

been running away until I knew I couldn't escape, and I gave it away, only to trigger his passion.

He was only going to have a short kiss, but he inadvertently prolonged it. Seeing my confused look, he

seemed to be moved, and he uncontrollably lengthened the kiss, his heart beating powerfully, a

palpitation that had never been there before.

He didn't let go of me until he feared I would run out of oxygen, and watching me keep breathing

vigorously, he suddenly had a simple pleasure.

"And you're laughing! I'm eating, not being eaten by you!" I said in annoyance, I did want to run away at

first just now, but as the kiss gradually lengthened, I grew addicted.

He still laughed, and it pissed me off, Damon was too much for people to think about, just from the

beginning he was not even hungry, but wanted to take advantage of me, right?

But since he was looking at my jokes, why were his ears red? It's strange, could it be that lack of

oxygen also makes the ears red?

"Since it's all about eating, it's not the same." Damon ate a sushi in a good mood under my watchful

eyes.

It really tasted good, and Linda's handiwork had really improved a lot. He asked, "Did Linda really make

this?"

I tilted my head away and said stiffly, "Who else would want to care about you besides Linda?"

Damon looked at the lovely and beautiful food and felt a strange emotion in his heart.

This feeling is different from the one Tiffany gave him. With Tiffany, he would be very comfortable, but

with me, his heart is sometimes boring and sometimes sweet and sour, let him say specifically, he can't

say what is the qualitative difference between the two.

When you think of Tiffany, you miss the silence of the two together, while when you think of me, your

heart is empty, recalling the two together, sometimes with a different feeling as the memory screen

shifts.

He said, "Don't think I'm not popular, as long as I hook my finger, there will be a lot of women willing to

send to the door."

His words made my heart slightly sour, yes, he is rich and powerful, and young and talented, if he

wanted a woman, there would be no shortage.

What am I? Just a small woman, like he said is not fully developed, such I have no attraction at all.

"Fine, fine, I believe." I wrapped a sushi in my mouth and said, "I really don't know what's so proud

about this."

"I'm just reminding you not to make me out to be worthless." Damon said.

Seeing how well I was eating, he didn't feel like eating more than usual, "Are you still having lunch for

lunch?"

"Lunch? Why not? It's a small pre-dinner meal at best, right?" I can eat pregnant, and again I usually

can eat, just not easy to gain weight, eat how much or thin, the only thing is the baby face, look like I

am not thin.

"So what do you want to eat?" Damon listened to my suggestions with interest.

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"And I'm not paying you, you're eating a few days' wages, right?" Damon said.

"You're the one who told me to eat whatever I want, and now you're talking to me about this, you're too

stingy, right?" I said.

Besides, isn't he supposed to eat? I'm here, just one more pair of chopsticks, how much more money

can it cost?

I was kind enough to bring sushi, which he made himself, and I brought it over without eating any of it.

"Then I'll treat you to a steak, it's time to teach you to eat Western food, when Tiffany comes back and

sees that you can't even eat Western food, won't she laugh at you?" Damon said.

I looked at him glowing, sure enough when he mentioned Miss Tiffany, his expression was different, I

pulled my cheeks and gave a bitter smile.

Damon realized that he had talked about a taboo subject and the balance between them had been

destroyed, so it was better to mention Tiffany less in front of me.