When the marriage partner is my mortal enemy, I am scared

Chapter 262 You don’t follow the rules yourself, yet you still tell others to follow the rules

Chu Hele was so exhausted that he slumped down on the sofa, his suit in disarray.

A few strands of hair were soaked with sweat, sticking sticky to her cheeks, and a few were in her mouth.

This look of holding one's breath is a complete expression of being half-dead.

The man acted as if nothing had happened. He sucked all her essence out of her and felt refreshed.

After zipping up his pants, he still looked well-dressed and refined.

"You can't be so weak. After a few days, when I'm done with my work, I'll have to give you some strength."

Chu He looked at Xiao Cheng with resentful eyes.

This bastard took everything and blamed her for her poor physical strength. He is so shameless.

He has good physical strength, but he works like this day and night. No matter how fertile his garden is, it can't withstand such hardship.

She asked tentatively, "Are you planning to stay here with me forever?"

Xiao Cheng licked the corner of his lips, narrowed his eyes evilly, and waited for her next words.

"You're really affecting my work. Who brings their family to work? What will others think of me?"

Xiao Cheng looked indifferent and lowered his head to adjust the cuffs of his shirt.

"I've never heard of a boss who needs to look at his employees' faces. Employees who can't control their mouths will be fired. Without rules, there's no company."

His tone was calm but undeniably calm.

"Tsk, you don't follow the rules yourself, and you still tell others to follow the rules. I don't know how you can convince others."

Xiao Cheng chuckled, stretched out his hand to lift her up, and pulled her into his arms: "Haven't you heard of a saying? My rules are the rules. You are the boss, and what you have to do is make others obey you."

Chu He curled her lips and muttered softly: Isn't this hegemonic dictatorship?

"You're right!"

"That's you. My corporate culture is people-oriented and harmonious. It's not like you, who only relies on power to suppress others."

Xiao Cheng nodded, a hint of appreciation flashed in his eyes, but there was still a playful smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Okay, having ideas at least shows that you have your own stance, which is great. But as a boss, sometimes you shouldn't just rely on personal relationships. It's best to carefully consider the people around you before using them. Otherwise, you'll be the one who suffers."

Chu He slumped into the sofa, knowing the real purpose of Xiao Cheng's words. He was simply telling her to be on guard against others.

But she didn't realize that Qiao Yueyue really had such deep thoughts.

Chu He swallowed, feeling that the topic had strayed too far.

My mouth is dry now and I don’t want to argue with him anymore.

It’s all his fault. My throat is almost smoking after the intense exercise just now. Fortunately, my office has good sound insulation.

She nodded, motioning for the other person to get some water.

"I'm thirsty."

Xiao Cheng smiled helplessly, stood up and went to the water dispenser to get two cups of warm water.

He returned to the sofa and waved the cup in front of her eyes from above.

There was a hint of teasing in his eyes.

Sure enough, the next second, that familiar tone came back, so mean and mean.

"Want to drink?"

Chu He reached out to grab it, but grabbed a handful of air.

She rolled her eyes and sat up helplessly.

Because the man was too tall, she could only look up at him.

"Are you bullying me again?"

Bullying, these two words are like a thorn in Xiao Cheng's heart. All the bad black history is related to these two words.

After hearing what Chu He said, he paused and felt weak all over.

Then he sat on the sofa and coaxed her to change the subject.

He reached out and pushed the hair on her cheek behind her ear, and whispered in her ear in a bewitching voice, "I can't bear to bully you, I just want you to call me brother so that I can hear it."

"Go to hell."

"Be good, call me and I'll feed you."

"You have so many sisters. If you want to call someone, go find someone else. I won't call."

As she spoke, Chu He snatched the cup from the man's hand. Her movement was a bit rough, and half of the cup of water spilled on the man's suit pants.

Unfortunately, the damage still fell on a vital part.

Chu He took a deep breath, her nose and eyebrows twisted together, her expression complicated.

After learning from the last time I took an ugly photo of him, I know that this man is used to being proud and very concerned about his reputation, and he can't stand being laughed at.

Afraid of angering him.

She wanted to laugh, but she held it back.

My stomach hurts because I’m holding it in.

He suppressed the upward curve of his lips and apologized: "I'm sorry, I really didn't mean it."