"Last night? There was a reason for last night." Bai Tang explained quickly, fearing that Leng Ziyan would misunderstand.
But there was a burst of curse in my heart: Leng Zimo, didn't you make it clear which pot should not be opened and which pot should be picked up? It doesn't matter to you, why should I? I'm really pissed off by you.
He glared at Leng Zimo fiercely, and Leng Zimo quickly averted his eyes to avoid meeting hers.
Leng Ziyan had already seen the clues and said: "Okay, it's okay. No matter what the reason is, Zimo wants you to live here so much, so why don't you live here? In order not to disappoint him, I will do it later.
Go talk to Manager Cao and ask her to vacate the room in Room 202."
Leng Zimo also responded: "That's it, how many girls are lining up outside to want to live with me? It's a pity that they no longer have this opportunity, and I don't allow it."
Bai Tang glared at him fiercely and cursed secretly: He talks about himself like a steamed bun, huh, but what he doesn't admit is that he is really handsome and rich. Hey, there are girls for him.
Long queues are also normal.
However, Leng Ziyan actually said that he wanted to give away his house. That was too terrible. Doesn't it mean that he would have to live with him from now on? This, how terrible is this!
He hurriedly refused and said: "No, Mr. Leng, no, you can't tell Manager Cao about checking out."
"What?" Leng Ziyan asked doubtfully.
"Because I'm used to living alone." Baitang replied timidly.
Leng Zimo's face suddenly turned pale. What did she mean by this?
Leng Ziyan smiled and said: "It's just because you are used to living alone, so from now on you have to try to learn to live with the opposite sex. Otherwise, what will you do in the future?"
"Ah..." Bai Tang was speechless for a moment by Leng Ziyan's words.
"Okay, it's settled, Zimo, let's go! If it's too late, it'll be too late." Leng Ziyan hurriedly changed the subject and urged.
"Yeah." Leng Zimo responded with a dark face.
He fully understands Leng Ziyan’s intentions.
Bai Tang stood there in a daze, and when they reached the door, he suddenly thought of something.
"Mr. Leng, I'm going to work in the company later, is that okay?" Bai Tang asked timidly.
Leng Ziyan turned around and said, "Of course. I'll call Secretary An later and ask her to help you make arrangements."
"Yeah, okay." Baitang replied happily.
Otherwise, you are too busy at home, so why not go get familiar with the working environment early.
Leng Zimo sneered and said, "I really can't tell. So you are quite dedicated?"
"Humph." Bai Tang made a face at him unhappily.
If it weren't for him, Leng Ziyan wouldn't have thought of vacating his house. Thinking of this, Bai Tang suddenly became angry.
The corners of Leng Zimo's lips raised slightly, and he did not forget to remind: "You must remember to have breakfast, you know? I will try my best to pick you up and go to work later."
"No need." Baitang refused quickly.
Leng Ziyan, who was walking in front, couldn't help but smile.
"Don't be willful." Leng Zimo said domineeringly.
After saying that, he and Leng Ziyan went out together.
The door closed with a clang.
Bai Tang pouted unconvinced, stared angrily at the closed door, imitated Leng Zimo's tone, made a face, and said: "Don't be willful."
Walking in front of the dining table and looking at the prepared breakfast, Bai Tang was instantly in disbelief.