The Surrounded Several Boys

Arguing

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Djordi walked to his private room, he took a suit and shirt that he hit while working with a shirt made of slightly meral, plain white. Although only wearing plain shirt, the good looks of Djordi never fade.

Because the key to Djordi's real good looks is, when he wears a plain shirt. Whether it's white, black, gray or any color, still good looks always radiate.

As Djordi stretched the muscles all over his body, in order to relax a little. And, just now he was about to lie on his soft bed, which cost him about two billion. Because some office work makes his muscles become stiff for a moment. Just arrive..

Gts .. Gts .. Tok

"Boss, dinner's ready !". Said a woman from behind the door of her room, who was none other than Bae Nana.

Djordi stopped for a moment.

Then, he walked over and opened the door of his room. He immediately pulled Nana's hand, and brought her into his room.

Nana's surprised.

Djordi narrowed his eyes, taking a good look at Nana's eyes that looked slightly red. Then, he grabbed Nana's face and touched her cheeks with both hands.

"Who made you cry? Come on, say !". Djordi. His forehead shriveled, his gaze serious.

Nana widened her eyeballs.

"Ah? What ... do you mean, boss?". Ask Nana, amazed.

"Not cover it up. Hurry ! Tell me who the hell it is. Even if the man has a high office. I can destroy it". Djordi said, seriously.

Crazy fuck !! What does he mean?. (Nana's murmur in his heart).

Nana fell silent, staring in surprise at Djordi.

"So, in the kitchen .. I saw you crying while cooking. What's the matter, actually?". Djordi spoke, instantly turning soft.

"I? Crying while cooking?". Nana murmured, remembering what made her cry while cooking.

"Oohh .. Yes yes yes". Nana, raise both eyebrows.

"What's?". Djordi was really curious. Slowly touching Nana's cheek, starting to release it.

Haha, you bolot !! Just because of slicing onions, the level of worry is like that. (Nana mocked Djordi in her heart).

"Ehem". Nana mendehem's.

"Here !! Follow me, boss". Nana pulls Djordi's hand, taking him out of the room.

Djordi's body just according to him. He walked in Nana's footsteps, with a plain look. He misses the touch of Nana who holds her arm so gently.

Gradually, Djordi was astonished.

They walked into the kitchen. Then, Nana let go of her grasp.

"That's it . but, it looks like you're slicing something". Djordi replied, scratching his forehead.

Nana took a knife, a placemat, along with eleven red onion seeds. Nana put it on the kitchen table.

"Boss, here ! I'm asking you to slice all these red onions". Nana.

Djordi wondered what Nana told him.

"But I can't .."

"I don't like people who argue ! He said, You want to know who made me cry?". Nana spoke seriously.

Surprisingly, Djordi simply complied with what Nana ordered. For some reason, he did not argue at all. It may be true, what people often say. Love can change everything.

Turning Djordi into tame, for example.

Then, slowly Djordi peeled off the outer skin of the onion. It spins the brain. How to slice the onion properly? What does the perfect red onion slice look like?. That simple question, became a huge burden on his brain. Because it was from birth, Djordi never knew and did not want to know about kitchen affairs. Djordi gave up whatever he could to slice the onion.

The other with Sean. Not only handsome, he is also very good at cooking. It's proven. When Sean was staying at Nana's apartment. He cooks a very appetizing breakfast.

Why are my eyes suddenly hurting? (Djordi muttered in his heart, blinking his eyes).

Nana who had been watching Djordi, turned her face away. Djordi. His mouth smiled broadly behind his hands. Actually, Nana wanted to laugh with satisfaction because she had made her boss do what a servant should do.

"Why, the more I blinked .. The more the pain became?". Djordi muttered, his tears began to gather.

Djordi rubbed his tears with the shirt he hit, so as not to fall. It would be unethical if her tears were to fall in front of women.

Nana saw the eleven red onion seeds earlier, already sliced out by him. The onion slices, they look unique.

"Boss, did you know the answer to who made me cry earlier?". Nana asked, holding back her laughter.

Djordi. His eyeballs are getting stiffer. He could not resist the pain that pierced his two eyes. It was in vain that he held back his tears from falling, eventually falling also on the skin of his cheek.

"That's .. You made him cry". Nana. His face was full.

Djordi paused for a moment. Finally, he realized the mastermind behind Nana's cry, which was none other than an onion. Then, he put on an embarrassed face, and became misbehaved. While continuing, rubbing both eyes that make it sore.

"Boss, try to get closer and bow a little". Nana.

Spontaneously, Djordi approached and lowered his head slightly while continuing to blink his eyes quickly, because the pain had not disappeared. Nana touched Djordi's cheeks with her hands, intending to wipe away the tears that had been swaying to fall in her eye bags.

But their views accidentally collide. The four eyes looked so deep. It was as if they were being drunk with romance. Until making two people fall in their own daydreams.

Manager Feng, who was actually from the beginning had been following their behavior both. Behind the slit of the kitchen door, he smiled broadly.

The smile seemed to hint that he was so relieved, seeing that Bae Nana had already started to cultivate the seeds of love in his heart for that master.

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