The Days Dominated by the Wife-staring Demon + Spoiler

[GL Baihe] "The Days Dominated by the Wife-staring Maniac" Author: Dumpling jīng [End + extra episode]

Copywriting: The artist director of AW is famous for his iceberg facial paralysis, workaholic, doesn't like to laugh, rarely talks, and never stays on anyone for more than three seconds.As a result, everyone was slapped in the face one day.

"You know, Director Ge hired a trainee from another company!"

"What's the origin? I've only heard of poaching popular artists, but I've never seen poaching trainees."

"I don't know, I heard that I personally went to the cafeteria to deliver food to her, and picked her up every day... Last time I saw the director call her to the office alone..."

Everyone contemptuously thought that the trainee used tricks to win the director's attention, but after her debut, she really smelled great!

"Do these waists and legs really exist! The main dancer is on the line for his life."

"Naijing, mom doesn't allow you to seduce others on stage!"

"Aww, Nai Jing's mother loves you!"

Who else is a female idol who has more female fans than male fans?

I don't know where to start, but everyone found that the facial paralyzed director's eyes were always locked on the lead dancer she had dug out, without any shyness, and even watched the pen-hold video in the office openly - the legendary wife-staring madman?

The director who is cold outside and hot inside & the main dancer on the stage with a wooden face

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Search keywords: Protagonist: An Jing, Ge Zijie┃ Supporting actors: Ge Han, Ji Yuan, Wei Qing┃ Others:

Chapter 1

It's been three hours.

An Jing turned her body cautiously, avoiding the woman's fiery gaze. She had been facing this gaze that seemed to burn holes in her body for almost a morning.

As soon as the store opened in the morning, a female customer in a delicate suit and skirt sat on the round table opposite the front desk, ordered a cup of hot coffee and sat there until now, even if she was discovered, she did not hide at all. Bright to the point of arrogance.

When the woman turned her face sideways, she could see the clean and neat jawline from behind the ear to the chin, the straight bridge of the nose rose from the center of the face, and the eye sockets were deeper than most Asians. A side face can tell that she is a very powerful and not to be trifled with. Even the carefully trimmed hair hanging on the side of the face can hardly add a bit of softness to her.

However, compared to being locked by the other party with cold eyes, An Jing hopes that the woman can keep this posture and look out the window.

stalker?Or was it sent by her cousin to ask her for money?

No, An Jing shook her head, judging from the woman's smooth and delicate suit fabric and tall and elegant temperament, it is impossible for her to be the one who did these things.

"—————"

"Hiss!" An Jing frowned and withdrew her hand. She accidentally knocked the cup in her hand when she was in a daze. The hot liquid in the dropped cup poured into her hand as the contents shattered. , The back of the delicate hand was immediately burned red.

The scarring white skin made the scald very obvious, but An Jing didn't have time to worry about it. She only knew that she would have to pay double the price for breaking a cup because of her own mistake. Before the manager found out and reprimanded her, she hurriedly Crouch down to clean up.

Frantically collecting all the debris and pouring them into the trash can, she wiped her hands and stood up, only to be surprised that the female guest who was sitting by the window with a graceful posture and drinking coffee had teleported to her at this moment.

The pupils dilated suddenly, and An Jing was almost yelled out in fright, but in order not to let the manager speak later, on the charge of breaking the cup and making loud noises in the store, she insisted on Gritting his teeth, he swallowed the exclamation in his stomach.

"Hello, what service do you need?" No matter how flustered and nervous her inner emotions were, An Jing still didn't seem to have any emotional ups and downs.

She has always had this personality since she was a child, and she seldom responds to people and things she is not interested in. Therefore, she has always had a nickname following her when she was a student.

A wooden face beauty.

No matter how good-looking she is, she has the same expression every day, and it is difficult for anyone to get close to her, but she herself doesn't care too much about it.

There's nothing wrong with being alone.

"A cup of condensed milk with no sugar added, medium cup." The woman's hand rested on the desk, and a sterling silver ring was placed on her slender index finger, which set off her skin brightly.

"Is it recommended to change to a small cup? Guest, our store manager recommends not to consume more than 400 mg of caffeine at one time. Just now you have ordered a drink containing □ □ 260 mg. Exceeded." Some thoughtful words came out of An Jing's mouth, like a robot reading a product description.

"That's a small cup." The words were clearly a compromise, but the woman felt like an order.

"Wait a minute." An Jing operated the machine, tore off the order and put it on the operating table to queue up.

The woman who ordered the drink did not leave, her thin eyelids drooped, and her gaze was fixed on An Jing's hand.

When An Jing brought the finished coffee to her, she noticed that she was looking at herself.

Only then did she realize that she had accidentally cut her hand when she was cleaning up the broken cups. The glass was too sharp, and the wound was cut very quickly. She didn't feel the pain until now. …It is a big taboo in the catering industry for guests to see their hands dirty. An Jing quickly blocked it with her other hand and apologized to the woman, "I'm sorry, I'll go clean it right away, and then let the kitchen make a change for you, okay?"