Your Love,My Poison

In fact, I can't help now. The most I can do is to serve tea as a secretary.

And these jobs should not be done by my assistant, but by the secretary.

But when I came into the office, the secretary left very wisely.

Tang Yuchen eyelid son didn't lift for a while, coldly command me: "pour a cup of coffee for me."

I obediently made the coffee for him, helped to sort out the documents, and recorded some work content. I was so busy that I couldn't help myself.

Originally, I was not in a good mood. In such a busy work, I couldn't laugh any more.

Maybe it's my serious face that makes this high-ranking president dislike me. When he is about to leave work, he deliberately drags a lot of work to do. As an assistant, I have to stay and work overtime together.

One unhappy thing after another, just like what is said in Fortress Besieged, you can break your nose if you fall on your back.

"What's the matter with you today?" Tang Yuchen put down his work and suddenly asked me a question.

I am a Leng, answer a way: "what to return a responsibility?"

Yes, what was he asking about? Why can't I understand a word?

Maybe it was my habitual thinking that was making trouble. When he asked this, I didn't think that he was caring about me.

And my dullness also provoked the president who was not very good tempered.

"I said you had a face all day. Who would you like to see?" Tang Yuchen tone is very bad, obviously already some angry.

And angry Tang Yuchen, looks more a bit oppressive breath, even stay in his side of me, obviously feel the low pressure gas field around him.

However, I don't know who I'm looking at with a straight face?

I'm just not happy, so there's no expression on my face

Can you get me wrong?

I can only answer Tang Yuchen's question with a wry smile: "I've been detained all the time. I'm in a bad mood. I think I can't make any more mistakes in my work, so I'm serious. I don't want to give anyone a look."

I was so low that I finally let him down a little bit.

But when he spoke to me, his tone was still not very good: "just for full attendance? So I'm not happy? " He looked at me with a strange look, as if he knew me today.

"Yes, full attendance is also a part of my salary. If I make mistakes and get a part of my salary deducted, normal people will not be happy."

I answered in a low voice, trying to show the most gentle side of myself. However, I couldn't help but keep a distance from him who was slightly angry.

Therefore, I wanted to show tenderness, but now I only show my least favorite side - cowardice.

Tang Yuchen sneered and said to me directly: "if you are not happy for this, then you don't have to face this face. How much are you deducted in full attendance? I'll pay you back ten times as much in private. "

I was so stiff that I didn't feel happy about what he said.

I bit my lower lip tightly and didn't dare to speak, because I was afraid that as soon as I opened my mouth, I couldn't help scolding him.

Mistress! Because I am his mistress in private, so I often use money to send me. Now, he has been used to using money to buy a lover's smile, just like other men who keep little lovers!

My last, desperately want to protect the last human dignity, are easily trampled on by this man.

My unhappy face made him very dissatisfied.

"What? Don't you think the money is too little? " He looked at me sarcastically, his eyes were full of malicious speculation.

"No, there's a huge difference between the money you give and the money I make."

I summoned up the courage and continued to say with his scornful and sarcastic eyes: "I like to spend the money I earn, because I earn it through my own labor. I can use it with peace of mind. The money you give me To prove that Prove that I am... "

A pair of nose, I feel the eyes have a kind of tearful liquid poured up, blurred my eyes.

Even the throat is unable to speak, as if blocked by tears.

I took a deep breath, and my voice was hoarse as if I had just cried: "the money you gave me is proof that I am now unbearable So, your money... "

I was so sick that I stopped again because I couldn't breathe and my throat was sore.

Tang Yuchen looked at my face full of tears, sarcastic sharp eyes gradually become complicated.

"So, I don't want to use your money, I just want to use my own money to support myself..."

When I say this, I mean it from the bottom of my heart, not with the purpose of changing his view of me, because this is the real idea in my heart.

Although I say so, he may not believe it.After hearing me finish this sentence, the smile from the corner of his lips was frightfully cold: "don't you want to use it? How naive you are! Or I should say you are stupid

"You don't think about who is in charge of the company you are working for, or who gives you your salary. It's all my Tang Yuchen! If you don't want to use my money, I don't think you can live any longer! "

I shivered and couldn't believe he said it.

How can he say such vicious things? I just want to say that I don't want to use his money to support myself independently. Why does he have to be so sarcastic to make me happy?

It wasn't until a long time later that Tang Yuchen told me that the reason why he said that was because he was afraid that I would really support myself independently and gradually get out of his control and then leave him.

He couldn't bear me to leave, so he wanted to blow my confidence to be independent.

But I don't know.

Now I am too sad to cry.

"I'm telling the truth. What's wrong?" Tang Yuchen cold smile, just like an ice cone ruthlessly stick in my heart, pain my blood dripping.

"You're right That's right. I'm too naive. "

I almost gritted my teeth to say this, because when I was patient with gritting my teeth, I accidentally bit my tongue, and the smell of blood was all in my mouth.

I swallow those blood, this agreement, every word, with my blood and tears.

"Since you know, you should know how to do it, don't you?"

He reached out to touch my face, slender white hands, stroking my face, the action is so gentle, gentle as touching the face of a loved one.

If you ignore the cold irony on his face.