C85 Eat you at noon

"Please, stop hitting me, my face, my face is swollen. The head was about to break. Yo, my hand, my hand is broken. I rely on my hands to eat. "

"Ah …"

"Pain, pain, stop! I said stop! All of you, stop! Turn on the lights! Turn on the lights!"

"Please stop hitting me, my hand, my hand is broken, my hair, my scalp is going to break."

Gong Sheng looked at the dark shadows on the computer screen as sounds kept being emitted.

It was An Xin. He didn't know who the other one belonged to, so he couldn't help but to look at An Xin, who was cowering to the side.

"What's going on?"

Hearing the deep gaze of the palace saint, An Xin swallowed her saliva as she felt chills down her spine, "It's exactly what you heard."

"But what happened to your hand? What happened to your hair? "What about face?" He was clearly fine, but why did he cry so miserably?

An Xin rolled her eyes. 'This man, can't he tell that they were fighting just now?'

"The people from our office were fighting just now, so I helped them out." An Xin answered in a small voice.

"Naughty." As Gong Sheng said this, a cold light flashed in his eyes. He would have to ask Chu Qing what had happened.

Otherwise, Chu Qing wouldn't have let him see this black mass for no reason at all.

"Dong Dong …"

"Come in." Gongsheng Sen's cold voice had no trace of warmth.

He pushed open the door and pushed in a dining car. He nodded to An Xin before saying to the palace saint, "CEO, lunch is ready."

"Leave it there." Gong Sheng waved him away.

He put down the dining car, went out tactfully, and locked the door.

"Go and get it for dinner." Seeing that he was still in a daze, Gong Sheng slightly frowned.

"Oh." An Xin went over and took something out to look at his desk. "Do you want to put it here for eating?"

"Yes."

"…"

After arranging the items, An Xin moved to the side and said, "Director Gong, take your time. I'm also going to have lunch."

Immortal Diancai, who had originally been in a good mood, suddenly turned gloomy.

"Get over here."

"Ah, I, I …"

"Contract Number..."

Before Gong Sheng finished his sentence, An Xin couldn't take it anymore and shouted, "Contract your ass! What does Gong Sheng want? It's no difference if I go to work or not! If I stay here at night with you, I won't even have the freedom to do so!"

"You don't like it?" If you don't like it, then don't go to work, move back to the house, it's wide enough, and you're in a better mood. " Gong Sheng arrogantly raised his head and glared at her.

"I …" An Xin gritted her teeth and shook her hand, "Forget it, I'll go to work."

"Then why aren't you coming over to eat?" Gongsheng looks like you're not too stupid after all.

Seeing this, An Ran was speechless.

"Sit here." Gongsheng slightly moved her to sit on his lap.

"Did you go into hiding? If I ask our manager to take a seat, she should be very happy. " You f * cker, why are you sitting on your lap for a meal?

"I'm not interested in old women like that." The palace saint answered very straightforwardly.

"Ugh." Do you know how venomous your words are?

With a dark expression, Gong Sheng reached out and pulled her in, before pressing her down on his lap, "If you blabber any more, I'll take you now. I'll eat you in the afternoon."

"Eat, eat." An Xin moved her stiff body, reaching for the chopsticks.