It was pleasing to the eye, but Tang Junyu looked at him without any sign of appreciation, so he naturally couldn’t please him.
Calmly retracted his gaze, stood up, and returned to his desk to sit down.
“What kind of topics will men talk about when making friends with women?” Tang Junyu asked with no interest, and seemed to be exposing some of the little thoughts hidden by Yu Miao.
“We should talk about some problems that we cannot solve.” Yu Miao said thoughtfully.
“You are speculating on my thoughts,” Tang Junyu asked.
“Do you need to guess at a glance?” Yu Miao spread his hands.
“Since you know, you should get out of the way. I don’t have the intention to play puzzles with you in circles.” Tang Junyu said, looking out the window.
He did not expose Yu Miao’s behavior because he was not interested in spending more thoughts on this.
“I said everything, we can make friends.”
“No.” Tang Junyu refused without leaving any room.
“I’m very sorry, I don’t want to know your privacy, but I just have to drill into my ears, making it seem like my relationship with you is a sure thing. In fact, you can think about the right place, such as I can help you come up with ideas or something. Being hurt by love is a painful thing.”
“That’s true, I’m curious about what ideas you will come up with me.” Tang Junyu did not look at Yu Miao.
A woman who wants to marry herself must help her future husband get the beloved woman.
Such a marriage is even less necessary.
Yu Miao stood up, walked towards the desk with slender and straight legs, then supported her elbows, and lay on the table, then began to say, “I will help you with any idea of what you want. Moreover, you will not suffer any loss when you marry me. We are both free. If you take back your beloved woman one day, I can give you the freedom to terminate the marriage. How about it?”
The place where Yu Miao’s upper body is supported is right next to Tang Junyu, as if he can listen carefully if he is closer to him.