Chapter Twelve

  She held a rag in her hand, standing there motionless and tense, like a hedgehog. Was he really that terrifying?

  He Baiyao slowly took off his coat, every move seemingly carved by a cinematographer in a movie, naturally without losing his elegance.

  She quietly took a deep breath and slightly lowered her head.

  He Baiyao furrowed his brow, "What are you still standing there for? Didn't you hear what I just said?"

  Either gritting his teeth and walking out of the office with a dirty rag.

  "Hello, General! How did you get back?" she asked a colleague.

  Colleague A chuckled and said, "He's the boss here, what's so special about him coming back?"

  Rather be silent.

  These days, the colleagues in the office have a good impression of her, so they kindly reminded her, "Xiao Ning, General He is a serious person and can't tolerate any slackness at work. However, this doesn't reduce his charm. Those who fall in love with him must have a strong heart."

  "Who would like someone like that?" Overbearing, without a shred of affection, except for looking okay and having some money, everything else is trash.

  Colleagues smiled and said, "Alright, let's hurry up and get things done."

  She washed her hands, poured a cup of hot water and brought it in. Since it was work, she put on a working face.

  He Baiyao knew it was her, but didn't even lift his head. Ning spoke softly and said, "Mr. He, your water."

  "En, put it down." He Baiyao's voice didn't have a single ripple.

  Ning let out a sigh. Just handle it in an official manner, then. As she was walking to the door, she heard a voice from behind her, "This water is too hot? Pour another cup."

  Why can't she just say it's fine whether it's hot or cold?

  He Baiyao furrowed his brow, and Ning swallowed back what he was about to say.

  He poured himself another glass of cold water. He took a sip and felt refreshed. "Wow, it's so cool!"

  "You didn't just say the water was too hot? I thought you wanted a cold one." Ning defended.

  He Baiyao slightly raised an eyebrow, "Director Zhou said you were excellent and strongly recommended you to Huan Yu for an internship. It turns out it was all just talk. You can't even do a simple task like pouring water properly."

  Whether it was his provocation, her chest suddenly swelled with anger. Using the school to suppress her, this person was simply narrow-minded and vengeful.

  He Baiya's eyes rolled around, "Well, since you X adults are all the same. Please also bring out your professional spirit."

  Whether it was He Bo's words that made him blush and finally nod slightly.

  "Alright, pour me a cup of warm water."

  Ning's face changed as soon as she walked into the office. Did He Bo Yao think she was someone who couldn't even pour water? Ning suspected that He Bo Yao did it on purpose.

  He Baiyao has been in a particularly good mood recently, and Zhang Yue looked at him, reciting the next arrangement one by one.

  The company is about to welcome the New Year's celebration.

  He Baiyao nodded, "How have you been lately?"

  "Miss Ning is humble and eager to learn, has good interpersonal relationships, and gets along well with colleagues."

  He Baiyao smiled lightly, but her relationship with him wasn't very good. Every time she saw him, it was like a mouse seeing a cat, and she would hide and dodge.

  At noon, Ning had just finished eating and returned early. Originally, there were few people on this floor, and it was exactly the time for a lunch break, so there were even fewer people now. By the time Ning saw He Baiyao, he didn't have time to hide.

  The two of them walked straight ahead, lost in thought, with many words unspoken.

  "There's something dirty on your face." He Baiyao's light and airy sentence broke through Ning Yi's thorough preparation. He stood in front of her, raised his hand and pointed to his own face.

  Either he hastily wiped his face with his hand, as if it were soy sauce.

  The clean floor tiles reflected the shadows of the two people. He Baiyao handed over a handkerchief.

  Either way, she was embarrassed over there, "Thank you, no need." She raised her hand and wiped it vigorously.

  He Baiyao stuffed the handkerchief into her hands.

  "Thank you, General He," Ning said lightly.

  He Baiyao's mouth slightly curved upwards, "This afternoon there are honored guests coming, and you're in this state, I'm afraid others will think that Huanyu is really short of people."

  Whether it was watching his back, she suddenly understood what he meant. She clenched her handkerchief tightly and secretly scolded He Baiyao again in her heart.

  That afternoon, Zhang Yue came over to find her, "Ning is, tonight General He has a dinner party, you go prepare."

  Ning's face was incredulous, "Me? Assistant Zhang, I have work tonight."

  Zhang's assistant nodded towards her, "Go ahead and push it, you also know General He's temper."

  I know! How could I not know? Strong and self-centered!

  I don't understand why it had to be her.

  "Only you are most suitable. Dinner parties are also a place for people to exercise."

  Ning was waiting anxiously for the end of work. Assistant Zhang called her to go downstairs together. He Beiyou was already sitting in the car, playing with his phone. Ning got in and sat down, her nerves stretched taut.

  He Baiyao sat quietly, unable to grasp what he wanted to do. Ning had no choice but to calm him down with silence. After dinner, Ning followed He Baiyao step by step.

  "Hello, Mr. He, you've finally arrived." Everyone warmly greeted He Baiyao. Ning stupidly followed behind him, and once again confirmed that He Baiyao had brought her out to play a trick on her.

  She couldn't help but gasp in surprise, her palms sweating as she carefully observed the identities of those few people. The highest-ranking officials she had seen since childhood were probably just the directors of their streets and then their school principals. And even the principal was only occasionally encountered at school.

  It can be heard that He Baiyao seems to have a good relationship with others.

  "Cheers, General! I'd like to toast you." The speaker was none other than Glasses.

  He Baiyao slightly curled up the corners of his mouth, "No way, I shouldn't be drinking now."

  "Mr. He, stop teasing me, I've heard your drinking capacity is renowned."

  He Baiyao held up his wine cup, and slightly turned his face away. "Last month when I went to the hospital for a check-up, the doctor explicitly ordered me to quit drinking. And yet today he brought his secretary out."

  It was as if she had been struck by lightning. She was flustered.

  He Baiyao's voice was full of magnetism, "Rather than that, this is ***."

  Forcing himself to stand up, he smiled awkwardly at that person and said, "Hello, I'll have a drink with our General He on your behalf."

  "Ah yo yo, how can I? Let me toast this little beauty."

  She took a sip of red wine, sweet and good. She secretly felt relieved.

  "He General is indeed a strong commander with no weak soldiers under his command."

  He Baiyao smiled, his gaze swept over Ning Yi, and he didn't expect that Ning Yi would also have such a sweet and polite moment. Looking at her just now drinking with others, she was indeed charming.

  She was taking turns drinking with the people below, although it was red wine, sweet and mellow at first, but this wine had a strong aftertaste, unlike those diluted cocktails she usually drank.

  He Baiyao now somewhat understands, what He Baichen said, is indeed different. Stupidity can be!

  Either gradually somewhat lacking in spirit, brain began dizzy, cheeks and painted with rouge general red moist.

  "Miss Ning, would you like to drink this cup?" The man in his forties, wearing glasses, was refined and courteous. From the beginning, his eyes had not left Ning's body. His gaze was too bare.

  She was still smiling at people, but she slowly held up her wine glass, her legs trembling, the aftertaste of the wine had come on. Ning only felt that the figures in front of her were slightly swaying.

  Miss Ning——

  She bit her lip, someone held her hand, and she nervously pulled it out.

  "Miss Ning, are you pretending to be drunk? I've heard that anyone brought out by General He can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk." He pulled on Ning Si's arm, casually brushing his hand against hers.

  It was just an instant of cleverness, biting her lip to keep herself awake, the lamp on top of her head shining brightly, she felt like a sky full of stars. At that moment, her hand secretly pulled the person on her left side, lightly once, and then again.

  He Baiyao raised his head to receive her pleading gaze, like a stray dog on the street, with begging eyes full of entreaty.

  Two eyes meet, four eyes look at each other, silence is more powerful than words.

  He Baiyao sat up straight, thinking that at this time he could still think of him, and it wasn't too stupid.

  "He Baiyao said indifferently, taking Ning's wine cup and helping her sit down. His movements were gentle and natural, and to outsiders, this didn't look like a superior-subordinate relationship at all."

  That man's eyes flickered slightly, "What General He said, we're all our own people. Drinking is just for the excitement, your body isn't well, so let's not drink."

  He Baiyao hooked up the corners of his mouth and said, "Then I'll use water instead of wine to toast everyone a cup."

  Everyone raised their glasses.

  However, everyone couldn't help but take a few more glances at Ning, wondering what kind of relationship she had with He Baiyao. Looking at how He Baiyao took care of her, it was clear that things weren't as simple as they seemed. Everyone else also understood this unspoken truth.

  After dinner, everyone agreed to go out and have some more fun.

  He Baiyao said, "No, you all go. Let's gather another day." He Baiyao glanced at the person sitting in the chair.

  It's actually still a bit of a feeling at this time. She just had a headache and only wanted to sleep.

  He Baiyao pushed her shoulder with his hand, "Wake up—"

  He wrinkled his brow and lay down on the table, "Don't make noise, let me sleep for a while."

  He Baiyao surprisingly sat down quietly, his gaze fixed on her face without blinking. Drunk, she lazily put down all her guard at this moment.

  He Baiyao suddenly thought of that day when she threw the ice cream out of his car window. He narrowed his eyes slightly, with a hint of a smile at the corner of his mouth.

  Under the dazzling lamp shadow, she fell asleep like this. Nings are you, do you really take everyone as a good person?

  The author has something to say: He Baiyao is being naughty, isn't he?

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