The crybaby nanny was bullied and cried again by her yandere husband.

The hot breath exhaled from his mouth almost melted Shang Yu's fingertips; the heat seemed to be spreading.

The fingertips quickly traveled down to the throat and lower abdomen, causing the man's Adam's apple to bob involuntarily, and he leaned forward slightly.

The distance between the two gradually closed.

Shang Yu spoke.

"Zhaozhao..."

His voice was incredibly hoarse.

Lin Zhao forgot to breathe, her mind went blank, and she froze on the spot for a long time before she came to her senses.

"Sir! Could you please not deduct my salary?"

Shang Yu paused in his forward movement, quickly withdrew his fingertip, and closed his eyes.

He touched the tip of his tongue against his right cheek.

Is this the focus at times like this?

He was almost laughing in anger, but he quickly came to his senses. If Lin Zhao hadn't suddenly spoken up, he would have almost kissed her just now.

He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the desire in his heart, and when he spoke again, his voice had returned to its usual calm.

"Okay, no deduction. If you've finished eating, it won't count."

Lin Zhao nodded in relief, a smile playing on her lips.

"Thank you, sir. You're so kind."

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Looking at his innocent and clean face, Shang Yu seemed completely unaware of what had just happened, and even felt like an animal.

Thank goodness, thank goodness he didn't kiss her, otherwise this guy would probably be so scared he'd flood the office right now.

The trust that has been built up with great difficulty must not be destroyed by his own desires; he still needs to exercise some restraint.

Shang Yu stood up and pointed to a white door next to the bookshelf behind him.

"There's a rest area over there. Go get some sleep. Stop playing around, your eyes must be hurting."

Lin Zhao nodded, this time without refusing, and obediently put down the tablet and went to the lounge.

After pushing open the door, there is another small, independent space inside. There aren't many things, but they are all there.

A large bed, a wardrobe, and a bathroom inside.

Lin Zhao stepped forward, took off her shoes, arranged them neatly, and then buried herself in the soft bed.

This is probably where the gentleman lay down; it still has the same faint scent of sandalwood as his body, which smells very nice.

Lin Zhao's cheeks flushed again, and her heart was pounding so hard it felt like it would burst out of her chest.

Just now, did Mr. Just now try to kiss me?

They were so close, and he kept leaning forward, almost, almost kissing.

But, but the gentleman said he doesn't like men. Although he is rather delicate-looking, the headmistress often says he would be very beautiful if he were a girl.

But he is, after all, a man, a real man!

Why would a man want to kiss himself?

Perhaps he misread it?

Yes, he must have misread it. The gentleman doesn't like men, so how could he possibly want to kiss him? He's definitely mistaken.

Well, I still can't let my imagination run wild. My husband isn't like those lewd bosses at my previous company; he would never do something like workplace sexual harassment.

You have to trust the gentleman.

It's all the fault of the master calling him Zhaozhao. Before, the master always called him by his full name, so he didn't feel anything.

But today, the gentleman called him Zhaozhao several times. The gentleman's voice was very pleasant, and every time he called him, he felt a tremor in his heart for no reason.

That sound just now, it's definitely because that term of address is too intimate, that's why it made him overthink.

I need to find a way to talk to my husband and suggest that we stop calling him that and call him Xiao Zhao instead.

After figuring it out, Lin Zhao yawned and drifted off to sleep, but his heart was still pounding wildly until he fell asleep.

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After reviewing all the documents and making a phone call with Shen Youqing to discuss the blueprints, Shang Yu rubbed his slightly aching temples.

It's been a long time since I've done such a large amount of work. Once this is over, I must ask Lin Zhao to cook a few more dishes for me.

Looking at the time, it was almost time to leave work, and Lin Zhao still hadn't come out, so Shang Yu got up and walked towards the break room.

I quietly pushed open the door. The person inside was fast asleep, with only a corner of the blanket covering them, draped diagonally over their stomach.

His fair calves were fully exposed. Shang Yu's throat moved slightly. He walked forward and sat on the edge of the bed.

Just watching him quietly, the boy's hair was messy from sleeping, but it added a touch of playfulness.

She had long eyelashes, a delicate nose, and lips that were a pale red, as if she had applied lip gloss.

She's such a good-looking person.

Shang Yu thought of his experiences of being ostracized and bullied, and couldn't help but feel sorry for him.

Being beautiful can be an advantage, but if you only have beauty without a good family background or support, it can be a fatal danger.

Lin Zhao was like that in the past, but fortunately he won't be like that in the future, Shang Yu thought, he will become his best support.

As if guided by some unseen force, Shang Yu reached out his fingertip and touched his eyelashes.

The sleeping person stirred, as if trying to wake up.

Shang Yu immediately withdrew his hand and stood up, pretending to have just entered.

"woke up?"

Lin Zhao rubbed her eyes, sat up in bed, and saw Shang Yu standing by her bedside. She called out to him in a daze.

"gentlemen."

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His dazed look was so endearing, but remembering her earlier intention to restrain herself, she stopped herself from ruffling his hair.

Just nodded.

"Okay, get up, it's time to go home."

After saying that, he turned and left.

Lin Zhao stretched, sat for a while to clear her head, quickly tidied herself up, and walked out of the lounge.

Shang Yu was sitting on the sofa watching a tablet.

"Sir, I'm all packed."

"Okay, let's go. Take the things on the table."

Lin Zhao thought it was the leftover snacks on the table, but she didn't expect that the snacks on the table had already been put away, leaving only a cardboard box.

It doesn't look like it's for storing snacks; it's so small.

He pointed to the box on the table.

"This one, sir?"

Shang Yu nodded.

"Here you go, take it."

Lin Zhao jogged over, picked up the box, and was a little curious about what was inside.

"Sir, may I open it?"

Shang Yu frowned and looked at him.

"Have you forgotten what I said?"

Lin Zhao pursed her lips, thought for a moment, and repeated.

"Don't ask, just take it?"

Shang Yu nodded.

This time, Lin Zhao didn't ask any more questions. He directly opened the box in his hand and his eyes widened when he saw what was inside.

"Sir, are these all for me?"

It's full of Apple products: phones, tablets, headphones, watches, and even laptops.

Although he had never used it, he knew that this brand's products were very expensive.

He knew his husband didn't like him asking, but he couldn't help himself.

Seeing his incredulous expression, Shang Yu felt a pang of unease.

He didn't think these things were very expensive; a single bespoke suit could cover all of them.

But Lin Zhao was filled with trepidation because of these things.

I don't know when it started, but Shang Yu always felt that all the good things in the world should be given to Lin Zhao.

If it weren't for the fear of scaring him, he would have wanted to present him with all the best things in the world.

Shang Yu began to speak, reciting the prepared remarks.

"Well, these are all leftovers from what I used. I don't want them anymore. You can take them if you want, or just throw them away if you don't."

Lin Zhao looked at the things inside again. They all looked new. Was that all they needed?

Do rich people just use things once and then throw them away?

Before he could speak, Shang Yu had already opened the office door with his coat.

"Let's go, I'm hungry."