"Hels, what do you want to say?" The coquettish-looking black-haired boy looked unkindly at the man in front of him who wanted to speak several times.
"I..." The man with brown hair and green eyes almost wanted to speak, but he still didn't say the words.
The young man looked impatient, "Hels, do you eat your fill by swallowing what you want to say?"
The man froze and gave the boy a strange look, "Sir, we gods don't need to eat."
The air froze for a moment, and feeling the awkward atmosphere at the moment, He Jingzhou had no choice but to put his head on his hands, and glared at Hells in front of him, thinking angrily: After all, he still can't play tricks with such a god who can't connect to the Internet.
Hells, who was inexplicably criticized by his boss, blinked innocently and slowly expressed his request for a vacation.
He Jingzhou was stunned for a moment, then said to him solemnly: "Hels, you know, eighteen hundred years old is the age of struggle."
The corners of Hells' mouth twitched and he silently rolled his eyes in his mind.
He Jingzhou looked at Hells while thinking about the possibility of keeping Hells around by pretending to be stupid.
After a long time, He Jingzhou sighed and finally let go: "Since I have promised you, I will not break my promise. Since you have been with me since the internship, I will send it to you personally."
After hearing this, Hells glanced at his boss next to him. He didn't believe that the relationship between him and his boss, He Jingzhou, was that deep, and he reasonably suspected that He Jingzhou just wanted to find an excuse to slip out and relax.
Before Hells could reply, He Jingzhou hurriedly pushed people out of the temple.
There is also a document waiting to be reviewed on his desk, with the bold words "Energy chaos occurs in individual small worlds" written on it.
Concept: Love can be divided into countless types, no matter which one is precious.