Can't stop loving you

In the morning, Viola went to the door of the periodical office with the lunch box. When she saw the truck, she sighed.

'The flowers haven't been taken care of yet.' thinking of this, Viola felt distressed.

When she walked in, Stephanie walked out. "Come in, Viola."

She put the warm lunch box on the table, thumped her sore shoulder and walked in.

Viola knocked on the door. "Hello, chief editor."

Throwing her phone onto the table, Stephanie squinted at her but said in a euphemistic voice, "Get the flowers out of here when you have time. It's not good to keep them like this."

With a nervous breakdown in her heart, she pretended to promise, "I understand, I understand."

Viola bent over the desk and thought for a while. Then she suddenly stood up.

Clenching her fists, she decided to talk to her enemy about what trouble he had brought to her.

She made up her mind and nodded, asking him to deal with the flowers for her.

Ignoring the gazes from all directions, she came to Maynard's office with the lunch box in her hand and plucked up the courage.

She hesitated for two seconds, raised her hand and knocked at the door.

Nothing?

She knocked again.

"Come in." Said Maynard unhappily.

A little bit awkward, Viola cautiously walked in and saw Maynard and Ivy sitting on the sofa, talking with each other. There was only a table between them.

"Do you need anything, Reporter Qi?" Maynard said with a poker face.

At the thought of that Ivy asked her to be in charge of interviewing her and Zarian, she hurriedly waved her hand. "Ha ha ha, I think I have come to the wrong place."

She turned around, trying to run away from this place of trouble.

"Wait!"

Hearing that, Viola's back froze. Her little face wrinkled like a bun. Finally, she turned around and said, "Mr. Chu, is that me?"

Maynard threw a look at the door and asked her

left

cleared her throat and decided to reason with Maynard. "Mr. Chu, the

"What?"

she could ask him to remove the flowers, Maynard said in a cheerful tone in reply.

and praised him, "Mr. Chu, the flowers you sent are so

"Do you

denied with an awkward smile,

played at Maynard's lips.

shook her head in disobedience. "My respect for you is like a flood bursting from a

"That flower..."

gritted her teeth and tried her best to comfort him. "Mr. Chu, you gave them to

pulled her into his arms with his deep sight, raised her chin and asked, "Reporter Qi,

turned red and pale. She hemmed and

Was there

shake hands with him. While catching a glimpse of the lunch box in her hand, she changed the topic in a hurry. "Mr. Chu, I'm here to send you food as a

for a while and released her.

as she was free, she took a few steps back, panic and defensiveness

and gave a hint

obediently. Then she obediently passed a pair of wasted

picked up a dumpling,

carefully, "Mr.

Maynard's face turned black. "Reporter Qi,

"You can't?"

do you mean

her hand tightened, and then she was pulled by Maynard into his arms.

mouth." Maynard said indifferently. Then he picked up a dumpling with chopsticks and put it close to

from anything else, there was saliva from his chopsticks She was a little curious about

you can deduct your salary." Maynard said, throwing a big

ran down her spine as if she was going to die. She opened her mouth

dumpling in her mouth, she felt very

and found that there was no

it taste good?"

hearing what he had said, a smile appeared on her face, which was uglier than crying I'm

me have

hand, lowered his head to kiss her lips, which were as sweet as peaches, and tasted

fireworks. She began

Maynard's eyes were dark and dark, and his face, which was