When Huo Sishen got out of his meeting and saw his female secretary who smiled at him through the glass window of his office, he couldn’t help but frowned. “Boss, I’ve made you coffee.” The next minute, the door was opened up and he could detect a strong scent of perfume. Or something along that line. Yet that smell only made him feel irritable. A delicate voice quickly came from the female secretary through her face mask. He looked up and saw that pair of flickering eyes that were looking at him through the window earlier. Yet… Especially when she bent over and her long hair cascaded onto his desk. Xu Jiao had been observing his microexpressions closely. Her voice was delicate and charming. Her long hair, most representative of her femininity, even brushed over his desk. Everything had gone the way she had planned. Even his look has changed. He had turned all of his attention on her. Nevertheless… “Pick up all the hair that you’ve dropped! “Tie your hair up. If you drop one more hair in my office, you are done for! Disgusting. At that very moment, Huo Sishen was so irritated that he couldn’t focus on his work.
He took another look at this female secretary and all he could feel was dirty, messy, and cheap. Her face was dry from having applied too much makeup…
He picked it up with his eyes narrowed. His thin lips were pressed shut. Her hair was black and thick but none had ever fallen where he could see. Thinking about that dissipated a lot of the disgust he was feeling right now. His fingers ran over his screen gently and his jaw was tightened. Huo Sishen frowned deeply. Just thinking about it a little bit and he could recall the limp octopus from the day before and the soft sensation of her limps that insisted on wrapping around him! And those poems that she was reciting all night long! Huo Sishen glanced over at his cellphone coldly. *** She had hesitated before she texted the boss to find out how he was doing. It would be bad if the boss was starved. So she decided to offer him a channel to release his anger. Let his anger out through his finger, not at her.
