Conquering the cold male god by selling cute

Chapter 82
At the dining table, the waves were surging, and the atmosphere was cold and terrifying.

Originally, Jingrong Jingtian thought that it would be a joy for Master to come back specially to have dinner with Miss Tang.

Who would have thought that Ms. Tang would be so deadly that she would piss me off with just a few words.

No one has ever dared to despise Master like this.

If it wasn't for the incident of Tang Miaomiao scratching someone last time that left a shadow on Jing Rong, he was afraid that she would attack him, so he would have liked to post it so that Tang Miaomiao could say something nice to Jing Yuchen to make him happy.

But now, the twins can only worry.

Tang Miaomiao turned grief and indignation into appetite, ignoring the influence of someone's low air-conditioning, and swept away all the meat dishes on the table.

Finally, hugging her stomach, hiccupped, ignored Jing Yuchen, who was throbbing with veins, and staggered upstairs.

Jing Yuchen was left alone, with endless coldness bursting out of his dark brown eyes, and he tightened the tableware in his hand.

Seeing that the silver tableware was curved in the man's hand, Jing Rong wanted to cry, "Master, your hand..."

With two sharp eyes piercing in unison, Jing Rong immediately tightened his body.

bang-

The man put down the tableware with a dark face and went straight upstairs.

Jing Tian glanced at the site that Tang Miaomiao had swept up on the table, and the other dishes were basically untouched, which was a headache.

It's better not to come back to eat.

Back in the room, I sat down at the desk, opened the textbook, and stared at the words like a bible.

Robert stood at the end of the bed, not daring to disturb the vicious little cat.

However, the boss is really falling asleep with his head bit by bit like this? ?

Feeling very entangled in his heart, the little mouse still plucked up the courage to find out.

Jumping up and down on the table, looking at Tang Miaomiao, who had closed her eyes and slept soundly, the little mouse shook her head.

Flicking its tail, the little mouse was still thinking about what the problem was with the two eyes. With a whimper, Tang Miaomiao suddenly fell down, slamming his chin on the table, and woke up.

"Wow! Boss, you scared me to death!"

Tang Miaomiao rubbed her chin, with tears streaming from the corners of her eyes, glaring at the little mouse jumping in front of her eyes, "If you keep making noise, I'll throw you out!"

"Squeak!"

"No, it can't go on like this!"

Unexpectedly, she fell asleep without knowing it, rubbing her chin, Tang Miaomiao sulked.

The little mouse made a move for her, "Boss, the richest man in the world is sleeping in the room next to yours. It's not unreasonable for him to be so rich!"

"so?"

"As such a rich man, he should study very well!"

Tang Miaomiao squinted her eyes for a moment, then nodded, "You're a little clever."

The little mouse was proud, "Of course, there is nothing wrong with helping the boss solve his problems!"

"Then you give me a try?"

"...Boss, you'd better go find the patron's father."

Humming, she stood up, took her textbook, and strode towards the master bedroom.

Tang Miaomiao stretched out her paw and pushed the door open without the slightest sense of pissing people off in the restaurant.

In the room, the three men who were discussing things looked at the swaying girl who appeared at the door, and fell silent.

Jing Yuchen had no expression on his face, "Whoever taught you the rules, if you don't knock on the door, your hands will be chopped off!"

So fierce!

Tang Miaomiao gritted her teeth, feeling disgusted by troublesome humans hundreds of times in her heart, closed the door and went out, then slapped the door panel twice, and pushed the door open by herself again.

She pursed her lips and blinked at the restrained man not far away, "I'm knocking on the door, don't you need to chop your hands?"

Jing Rong and Jing Tian stepped back, and even helped to bring him to the door very well.

Tang Miaomiao was very satisfied with the twins who were able to do things. She hopped up to Jing Yuchen's side with the textbooks in her hands, and waved them casually.

Jing Yuchen glanced at her, leaned back on the cushion, and sneered, "Why?"

Tang Miaomiao took it for granted, "Teach me."

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