Mo Shan arrived before Lu Zhaoyang could return from the secretary department .
She wore a simple and elegant light yellow dress . Her mildly wavy long hair caressed her shoulders . Her face highlighted by elegant makeup stretched into a mellow smile as she made her way to his office .
She stopped just a few steps from the door to keep all the negative emotions in check . When she was ready, she knocked on the door and called sweetly, "Brother Yunting . "
There was no answer . She gritted her teeth and pushed the door open .
Huo Yunting was half-lying on his leather chair . His white shirt was unbuttoned near the collar, exposing his fair skin underneath . His exquisite and devilishly charming face was resting peacefully .
She lightened her footsteps, but her heels still clanked softly against the floor .
She walked to his side and studied his face calmly, but her hands clasped tightly together .
This was her man, hers and hers only!
Lu Zhaoyang was only the extra baggage from the woman who married her way into the Huo family as a third party . Besides, she was Huo Yunting's foster sister — they could never be together!
Huo Yunting seemed to be fast asleep, so Mo Shan reached her hands out to his shoulder .
"What, are you offering yourself to me already?"
Huo Yunting opened his eyes and noticed her hands frozen halfway towards him . "Get out . "
"Brother Yunting, you looked tired . I thought to give you a shoulder massage . " She smiled and continued reaching for his shoulders . "I took a class in massaging, so I'm actually quite good at it . "
"Is that so?" Huo Yunting looked up at her and spoke through his thin, seductive lips . "Even better than the ladies at Golden City?"
Golden City?!
How dare he compared her to those trashy women!
Mo Shan forced a smile . "You'll know if you give it a try, Brother Yunting . "
"Go ahead, then . I'll see that you are rewarded if you do well . "
Huo Yunting leaned forward and rested his head on one hand, like he was preparing to indulge a masseuse looking for a tip .
When Lu Zhaoyang entered the office, she was greeted with the sight of Mo Shan massaging the president . She did not slow down in her approach, nor did she portray any emotion on her face .
"Mr President, you called for me . "
Mo Shang looked at Lu Zhaoyang and reflexively added more pressure to her hands . Huo Yunting frowned in response .
"Alright, stop massaging . "
Mo Shan stopped reluctantly . Not even a full minute had passed before Lu Zhaoyang arrived .
"You're late . " Huo Yunting tapped his right index finger on his desk and took a nonchalant side-glance at Lu Zhaoyang .
"Zhaoyang is your sister, Brother Yunting . You have so many secretaries, why make a fuss about her being late? Don't be mad at her . "
Mo Shan smiled to him and said, much like the lady of the house .
Huo Yunting never took his eyes of Lu Zhaoyang . When Mo Shan was done, his eyes narrowed . "Get out!"
Lu Zhaoyang turned around to leave . She took one step before Huo Yunting spoke again .
"Not you . "
The smile on Mo Shan's face froze awkwardly . As Lu Zhaoyang made her way back, she slowly headed for the door .
When she was at the door, Huo Yunting called from inside the office, "Close the door . "
She slammed the door shut!
The smile was on her face was long gone as she made her swift departure .
She will not give up so easily!
Lu Zhaoyang, I'll be watching you!
Inside the president's office, Huo Yunting looked at Lu Zhaoyang from head to toe, judging her old-fashioned style, and raised an eyebrow . "Now that everyone in the company knows that you are my 'sister', can't you dress up a little better and stop embarrassing me?"
Chapter end
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