her ideal type

even though mu weiwei was trying her best to control herself, her eyes could not help but drift toward the takeaway boxes on the table.

she was already in such a state, and fu linchen still had the nerve to mention the word " lunch " in front of her.

mu weiwei was so angry that her cheeks were bulging. she tried her best to widen her eyes as she imagined herself dismembering this b * stard before her with just her gaze.

however, fu linchen did not seem to notice her resentment. he pressed on her shoulder and said, " sit down and get to work. "

fu bapi!

stupid capitalist!

he actually dared to oppress an innocent young girl like her!

mu weiwei cursed fu linchen from head to toe in her heart. fu linchen pressed her head against the back of the computer screen before he turned around and looked at Max again.

"what are you still doing here? didn't i tell you to leave quickly?"

Max was stunned by what he saw.