280: C280 Bet

C280 Bet

"Of course I won't go back on my word, but don't worry. The test will only begin now. Solving the crisis in front of LY is your first step toward the position of Vice President!" Ling Yao did not take Laecia's gaze seriously and smiled seductively.

"What?" Laecia was a little stunned as she stood up straight. The upper half of her body, "It's only the first step?!"

"To tell you the truth, I hate your Lance family's face very much. If you want to work for me, you have to use yours to conquer me." Ling Yao spun the pen between his slender fingers. He deeply explained to Laecia what it meant to be confident and willful. He clearly expressed his disgust towards her family. He had even made her try her best to please him.

This man...

The expression on Laecia's face was very interesting, but in the end, there was a meaningful smile on her face. "Qiao, you are really getting more and more interesting to me! I even regret giving you to Hai."

Hearing this, Ling Yao coldly raised his eyes.

"I like challenges. The more difficult it is, the greater the sense of accomplishment when you conquer it. Your test, I accept it!" Laecia returned to the main topic at the right time.

Ling Yao said lightly. "Since you like challenges, then I will make it harder for you."

“！！！” Laecia wanted to vomit blood. Was this man's character too bad? He did not have the slightest bit of gentlemanliness!

Ling Yao ignored the bulging veins on Laecia's forehead and sneered. "This game is so boring for you to play alone. How about I accompany you?"

"Oh?" Laecia raised her eyebrows. Clearly, she was interested.

"Let's compete and see who can solve the problem of LY in the fastest and most effective way."

"Since it is a competition, shouldn't there be a bet as well?" Laecia's eyes lit up. The other party's suggestion had obviously caught her heart.

Ling Yao looked at her calmly. "Of course. Then... if you win the competition, I will appoint you as the Executive Vice President. If you lose, obediently return to your Lance family. There will be no place for the China and LY! How about we use this as the bet? "

Laecia's cheeks moved and there was a determined look in her eyes. "It's a deal!"

She had successfully shifted the attention of the police to a scapegoat and managed the company that had lost Ling Yao in an orderly manner. Ling Yao did not have time to do anything. This meant that she had a few more cards better than him.

Hai Xiaomin prepared a table full of sumptuous dinner as a small celebration for Ling Yao's return home today.

The food was cooked by her personally. Ling Yao had always liked her cooking. What she could cook for him. It seemed that this was the only one.

The dishes that were prepared before the time for dinner. However, when the food had cooled down, Ling Yao did not appear.

Out of the five people living on the thirty-ninth floor, three were not there. Jess had been so busy recently that he could not see the end of it. Only she and Ian, the idler, were guarding the dining table.

Ian looked at the food and looked at her innocently.

He asked the maid and said that the general manager and the others were still in a meeting. Hai Xiaomin squeezed out a forced smile and said, "Let's eat first. They probably won't be back for a while."

Ian moved his fork. Like Laecia and Jess, he was a skewer that did not know how to use chopsticks. Usually, everyone had different tastes. Everyone ate their own food and it was rare for them to be at the same table.

Hai Xiaomin did not know how to taste this meal.

"You are not suitable for him." On the other side of the table, Ian rarely opened his mouth to speak.

Although they had lived together for some time, Ian, who was quiet and quiet, would occasionally say something without any end to his words. Hai Xiaomin still could not get used to it. She almost choked on the soup she drank.

What did he mean by she was not suitable for him? Who was she not suitable for?

Hai Xiaomin realized later that the person Ian was talking about might be Ling Yao...

"Laecia is more suitable than me?" Hai Xiaomin admitted it. She asked this question, which was a little childish and unwilling. It was even more ironic. Ian had been standing on Laecia's side from the beginning, so there was nothing wrong with speaking on Laecia's behalf.

"She is also not suitable, but she is very similar to him. They are more like the same kind of people. And you are not." Ian pointed his fork at a fish ball and said expressionlessly. Unfortunately, the fish ball was too elastic. His usually steady right hand did not manage to lift it up several times in a row.

He silently changed the fork to a spoon and then repeated the battle.2

Hai Xiaomin repeatedly thought about his words in her heart. Ian was not good at communicating with others, but was more suitable to be an outstanding observer. Therefore, he could see most people and things more clearly than the person involved.

"Maybe..." After thinking about it, she actually felt that what he said was quite reasonable. She laughed at herself. Wasn't she the same kind of person as Ling Yao? It seemed that Xuening had said this before in the earliest days.

When she came back to her senses and found that Ian was still fighting with the fish ball, Hai Xiaomin was speechless. She spontaneously changed a pair of chopsticks that she had never used before. In a moment, she firmly grabbed the fish ball and sent it to Ian's mouth.

She had no choice. She put the fish ball on his plate like he was at his wit's end. It would take a lot of effort for him to eat it.

Ian was stunned.

"You don't want to eat it?" Hai Xiaomin asked curiously.

Ian slowly opened his mouth and bit down on the fish balls on his chopsticks. His cheeks chewed mechanically.

Hai Xiaomin changed back to her chopsticks and only later did she realize that her actions were a little too familiar. In the following meal time, the two of them tacitly did not communicate throughout the entire process.

It was very late at night when Ling Yao returned to the thirty-ninth floor. He did not wake Hai Xiaomin up specifically. He still went to take a shower and turned around to lie on the bed. A soft and boneless little hand touched his chest to his shoulder and massaged his muscles through the nightgown.

"Are you tired?"

Ling Yao turned sideways and faced Hai Xiaomin. He hugged her slim waist and locked it in his arms. "It's so late and you still haven't slept?"

She looked at him with her big bright eyes, but she did not look like she was woken up by him at all.

"Ling Yao, i..." Hai Xiaomin hooked her arm around Ling Yao's shoulder and wanted to say something but stopped herself.

"Hmm?"

"Nothing. I just wanted to ask if you were hungry. I left some food for you in the kitchen." Hai Xiaomin smiled.

Ling Yao pursed his lips and smiled. "No, I'm not hungry. The meeting ended late today and I just ate not long ago. I will be busier these few days. Don't wait for me when you eat."

"Oh..." Her delicate eyelashes drooped and the disappointment in her eyes was restored. In an instant, Hai Xiaomin regained her spirit and looked up with a smile, "Let me help you massage and relax."

As she spoke, she pushed Ling Yao's shoulder vigorously and turned around, climbing onto his body.

"Now?" Ling Yao showed a forced expression for a moment, but he did not want to spoil Hai Xiaomin's mood, so he nodded, "Okay."

She sat on Ling Yao's waist and used all kinds of comfortable gestures to help him push.

It was indeed very comfortable. Ling Yao closed his eyes. The muscles in his body were completely relaxed after the massage, but there was one place that was tight. He raised the tent high up.

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