Thinking back, Xiao Jinsheng deliberately annoyed me that time so much that I didn't even eat dinner.
This time, Mo Jiao brought the plate back again and called her over: "Get downstairs for breakfast if you're awake."
"Coming~" Xiao Jinsheng responded, ready to dash downstairs.
Then she paused and reconsidered.
She stopped at the stairs, looking down at him.
Intentionally showcasing an expression of 30% coldness, 30% sarcasm, and 40% nonchalance: "Man, what kind of food requires this CEO to personally come downstairs?"
To be honest.
When people feel helpless, calling the cops often crosses their minds.
It's the same for snakes.
Mo Jiao, wrapped in black mist, directly scooped Xiao Jinsheng off the stairs.
He pressed her shoulders gently and made her sit obediently at the dining table.
Then, he grabbed a steamed dumpling and brought it to her lips: "CEO, please eat."
"Now this feels right." Xiao Jinsheng nodded in satisfaction.
