"Oh, get out."

Su Duyan stretched out his hand to cover his eyes, and snatched the spoon from Luo Zhizhou's hand menacingly.

Gobbling up the white porridge in front of you.

, labor and management are so hard, and I pressed you all night, so I will spend myself with porridge!

Roll the calves!

I eat I eat, I poke poke!

His spicy chicken feet, hot and sour hot pot, spicy pork slices-

Luo Zhizhou gently took off the hand in front of him, and his fingers were interlocked.

His chin rested lightly on Su Duyan's shoulder, and a deep voice swept over.

"I'm afraid you'll get inflamed."

Reaching out to hold the hand that was poking indiscriminately, "Next time, I'll promise you anything you want to eat." ”

"Come less!"

Su Duyan elbowed Luo Zhizhou's abdomen.

He's an old uncle! Such X-flavored love words don't work for him!

His taste buds are about to miss out on deliciousness...... Heartache......

Stir the white porridge, scoop it up without hurry, and drink it as a heartache.

"Don't look at me."

He looks ugly.

"What the hell to do, what to do."

The buttocks moved, leaving Luo Zhizhou's arms.

The slender figure sat down on the small sofa next to the desk.

I couldn't help but eat the porridge that shone with a lot of light.

With his arms empty, Luo Zhizhou was not annoyed, and turned around to stare at Su Duyan with a pair of eyes.

Why didn't he find out before that Su Duyan was so cute.

His eyebrows lowered, and he wanted to tease Su Duyan for a few words, but his eyes skimmed over the photo album on the table.

The pupils of his eyes were sparkling with water and foggy.

That's the only photo I have with my dad.

Luo Zhizhou straightened his posture and locked the photo album in the drawer with trembling hands.

He has to be strong to hold it all up.

——

There was no sound behind him, Su Duyan finished eating the white porridge sullenly, and turned his head to see a faint screen shattered light shining on Luo Zhizhou's face.

The man with a focused expression and a serious job is really good-looking.

Snuggle up on the couch for a while, clean up the garbage, and twist your body on the couch.

There's a bit of a ...... there. Itchy......

No way! The mightiness of the great lords!

Su Duyan endured the itch and walked around behind Luo Zhizhou in his shoes.

"Isn't that good, boy?"

The data on the computer was neatly divided by Luo Zhizhou, and the data bars were clear.

"Did you say I was going to raise you?"

After clicking the mouse's hand, Luo Zhizhou turned around and hugged Su Duyan to his lap and sat down.

Wrapping around the waist, "Have you eaten enough?" ”

His head rubbed lightly against Su Duyan's ear.

"Alright."

Su Duyan shrunk his neck and grabbed the mouse suddenly.

What the hell, rub it! It's getting itchy.

Eyes glued to the screen, "2 percentage points in three months...... scanned through the message.

Su Duyan couldn't help but give Luo Zhizhou a violent shudder, "Little brat, your head was kicked by a donkey!" ”

Now that the company has changed, in order to suppress the restless hearts of those shareholders, Luo Zhizhou can only propose a profit of two percentage points.

It's a fool not to make money if you have money!

If it can't be completed by then, then Luo Zhizhou can only give up the executive director, and those people will be full of calculations and wait and see.

But Luo Zhizhou is only eighteen years old!

I haven't gone to any other university yet! What can you understand!

"Kicked by you."

Luo Zhizhou held the white wrist, and his face was still full of happiness after being beaten.

"You're the donkey!"

Su Duyan was indignant, turned to stare at the data, and in the end, it had to be attributed to him, hey......

"What are you touching, look here-"

Knocking on the document in front of him, Su Duyan withdrew his hand and straightened Luo Zhizhou's head, rubbing his little buttocks and sticking his back to Luo Zhizhou's chest.

"Brother."

Luo Zhizhou reached out and pinched his face, and took a deep breath.

"What."

Fingers flipped through the papers, attentive.

The curly Jieyu trembled and trembled, scratching Luo Zhizhou's heart.

He closed his eyes slightly, his chin resting on the socket of his neck, and his voice was helpless.

"Now you can only sell me." to recover those two percentage points.