Bao Ye glanced at her casually, lips spitting out two words: "Don't need."
"Then do you need a secretary? The kind that keeps the bed warm, I can do that."
"I can sing and dance, sexy, enchanting, cute, I can do it all, I'm multi-talented, I can even cook, although it's just instant noodles, but..."
"Stop!"
Bao Ye really couldn't listen any longer.
The man had three black lines above his head as he spoke, he said helplessly, "Jiang Ruan, be serious."
A warm-bed secretary indeed.
She sure could come up with things,
Jiang Ruan gave a light cough, straightened her shoulders and sat up properly, her small face smiling sweetly: "Okay."
She got serious: "I accept your earlier request, it's a deal for one million, a gentleman's word is his bond."
Bao Ye smirked: "I remember your leg is injured."
He said quietly, "Shouldn't be touched, right?"
"Just a minor injury." Jiang Ruan stated earnestly, "Doesn't affect it, don't worry, absolutely won't affect your experience."
