Gege, Hug

It was hard to refuse this kindness.

So, Huo Qi watched as Miss Song ordered a huge array of desserts.

Cookies, cakes, milk tea...

His mouth twitched as he thought to himself. Although there is no main dish, the Master did tell her to order anything she wanted.

There should be no problem, right?

Song Yaoyao licked some cream from the corner of her mouth, not noticing the bright gazes from the two secretaries on the side. Soon, she lay on the desk, swinging her legs as she yawned in boredom.

The meeting lasted more than two hours.

When Huo Yunque entered the office, the place was empty except for the desserts all over his desk.

His temples twitched and he walked over as he rolled up his sleeves.

"Where is she?"

"Sir, Miss Song felt sleepy after eating dinner so she is sleeping in your resting room," Huo Qi replied in fear.

"Dinner?"