"Well, what do you want to eat in the morning? Shall I do it?"
Long Yutian chuckled: "By the time you do it, my young master will have starved to death!"
As he said, he pointed to the dining table with one hand: "Here, I have someone bring breakfast, eat it quickly, and go to the company with me later!"
Feng Mengmeng sat at the dining table. Facing the sumptuous breakfast on the table, for the first time, she felt a little uneasy. After hesitating for a long time, she clenched her fists and couldn't help but ask out the doubts in her heart.
"That—big boss—didn't I sleep on the sofa last night? Why was it so early in the morning, but in the bedroom?"
Holding the fingertips of the newspaper, Long Yutian trembled slightly for two seconds, staring at her with complicated eyes: "You really don't remember?"
Feng Mengmeng was so stared at by him, a bad premonition arose spontaneously: "Could it be, what did I do?"
Long Yutian's expression was very contented, he couldn't even put it into words, he was a little happy: "Well, my young master slept well last night, who knew that you suddenly climbed up with claws and teeth, what did you say, this young master is very handsome and has a good figure It’s very good, delicious or something—and like a nympho, wrapping around the waist of this young master, trying not to let me get out of bed—"
Feng Mengmeng wanted shit already—I was still wondering if Mr. President was a beast, and had some unruly intentions towards her, but he didn't expect that after he reminded him so much, he still didn't understand what happened last night. I do have the slightest impression—
However, was she asleep at that time, she thought she was dreaming, who knows—
Drowsing his head, wishing he could shrink into the turtle shell—
"That—I'm sleepwalking—talking in my sleep—don't take it to heart!"
Mengmeng tried his best to justify his "moothing".
However, Long Yutian elongated his tone meaningfully, and smiled with great interest: "Is it really sleepwalking? Or do you have a long-term plan for this young master?"
Feng Mengmeng opened his mouth, and blinked harmlessly at Long Yutian. He really felt that the Big Boss would be resigned if he didn't become an inquisitive host!
Gritting my gums, I finally mustered up the courage to confess: "I admit that I am fascinated by your beauty, but people have both. I treat you like a roasted chicken when I am hungry. Pig, when drinking, facing a bottle of Coke, when tired, happened to take a taxi—"
Long Yutian was annoyed, and repeated sinisterly: "Roast pig? Taxi? Feng Mengmeng, is this the image of this young master in your heart?"
"No, no, no—" she burst into tears, and quickly explained: "This is just a metaphor—Master Boss, of course you are more noble than a suckling pig!"
Long Yutian frowned, obviously displeased with her answer.
Mengmeng immediately added another sentence: "What I mean is, I have always held a very pure attitude towards you, and I don't think I dare to think anything wrong about you!"
Oh my god, talking to mutant species, making her a little shrimp on a dull planet really feel like sitting on pins and needles!
Long Yutian stared at her deeply for a few seconds, and an unknown emotion flashed in his dark green eyes.
"You can—" Looking at Feng Mengmeng's unclear and casual eyes, Long Yutian's tone sounded casual but firm: "This young master gave you the right to have unreasonable thoughts about me—you can try not to Purer—"
After finishing speaking, Long Yutian got up, left Feng Mengmeng who had a dull face, who hadn't reacted yet, and left the living room alone.