Jiang Zhino grinned, showing some white teeth, and his eyes were astonishingly bright: "I would like to ask you to condescend to me and be my 'daughter-in-law' for two months."
The office was deathly silent.
"Jiang Zhino," Shen Hanzhi spoke, his voice low and gentle, but like an undercurrent under the ice, with a chill that could crack a person's bones, "That thing in your mind," he paused, and spat out a few clear words with his thin lips, "was it squeezed by the door, or kicked by a donkey?"
This is probably the closest thing to a "dirty word" Shen Hanzhi has ever said in his life.
Beijing-accented ruffian attack
Intention: Taking the absurd agreement as a guide, the Beijing flavor of the handsome dandy and the iceberg heir collide, peeling off the secular label, and reaching the contrast and attraction deep in the soul.