He entered a wealthy family by mistake

"You...you rascal."

Rank pushed away Os who took advantage, his face was so red that he was about to bleed, and he quickly covered his mouth with the back of his hand to prevent Os from sneak attack.

It's not that he doesn't want to marry Osso, but there are so many people in broad daylight, and he's not that thick-skinned.

Os also knew that Rank was shy, not that he hated kissing him. After all, the two of them had already decided to get married, so a kiss was nothing.

"Wait for me here."

He touched Rank's head, took the lunch basket from Rank's hand, and walked into the office with it.

"My wife brought you lunch."

Aos put the beautiful lunch basket with little flowers on the desk, blew out the smoke and told Saiman.

He wasn't jealous and his voice was calm.

Rank is Saiman's personal knight, there is no need for him to be jealous.

"I'll take him away first and bring him back later."

After leaving these words for Saiman, Aos smoked and walked to the office door, dragging Rank with him and leaving.

Saiman didn't stop him, put down the documents and immediately opened the small floral cloth in the basket, revealing six sandwiches and two bottles of hot milk in the basket.

Hamor didn't say anything. It was lunch time, and Saiman was hungry and in no mood to work.

Saiman pulled off the plastic wrap and handed the still warm sandwich to Hamor.

Hamel took the sandwich and took a bite, covering his mouth lightly with his hand to eat.

Saiman opened the ring of the hot milk bottle and put the straw into Hamor's mouth.

There was only one straw in the basket, indicating that it was specially prepared for Hamol.

Saiman didn't have such trouble. He took a few bites of the sandwich, opened the milk and drank it. He drank more than half of it before continuing to eat the sandwich.

Hamor gently covered his mouth with his hand and chewed slowly. He also sucked the milk in small sips, which was in sharp contrast to Saiman who took big gulps and drank.

When Saiman finished eating two sandwiches, the sandwich in Hamor's hand was only halfway gone, and he was still eating gracefully.

Simon knew that Hamel couldn't finish two sandwiches, so he ate four. When Hamel couldn't finish the second sandwich, he took over and finished it in three or two bites, then raised his head and drank up the remaining half of the milk.

Hamor, who had a small appetite, couldn't finish 300ml of milk, so he drank less than half before giving it to Saiman.

Saiman cleaned the battlefield as usual, raised his head and drank in one gulp.

Hamel stared down at Sai's full belly. After eating four and a half sandwiches and drinking so much milk, he felt uncomfortable.

"It's only half full at best with this little food."

Saiman put the empty milk bottle back into the lunch basket, pulled up his clothes and showed it to Hamor.

Hamel took a glance and saw that there was no protruding belly, but strong abdominal muscles.

Hamor's belly would not show up even if he was full. After all, his waist was very thin and his belly was flat. However, if he were allowed to eat so much, his belly would definitely bulge, but Saiman didn't show it at all, as if he hadn't eaten yet.

Saiman picked up Hamol and put him on his lap, letting Hamol sit facing him.

At this time, Harmore was wearing glasses, his long silver hair was tied loosely around his waist, covering both ears, and he was wearing a dark suit and a white shirt.

No matter how you look at it, this looks like an ordinary office worker's outfit, but Hamel, with long hair and glasses, looks a bit charming in it.

Saiman touched Hamol's face and raised the corners of his mouth, looking at Hamol as if he was admiring a beautiful piece of art.

"I don't get tired of seeing you every day."

Hamor whispered to Saiman.

"Who could get tired of looking at such a beautiful face?"

Saiman caressed Hamol's face and couldn't put it down.

Hamor gave Saiman an idiot look, took the file aside and sat on Saiman's lap, looking down.

Saiman was like a deflated rubber ball, begging Hamor, "Can you take a rest?"

"I see, I don't want you to end your rest now."

Hamor said, his eyes under the lenses quickly scanning the document.

"I don't feel sorry for you, I also want you to take a rest."

Saiman said as he raised his hands to do eye exercises for Hamol.

Hamor looked down at the document without stopping, calmly flipping through it.

The corners of Saiman's mouth slowly raised again. When working, Hamol was quiet and docile, making people unable to take their eyes away.

Hamor is a bit scary when he's angry. He has a pretty face, but he doesn't have any offensive power but is so cold-blooded.

Naturally, Saiman would not say anything in front of Hamor that would make him angry and scary, he would just keep it in his heart.

Bowen is in dire straits.

Before meeting Harmore, Bowen thought his request was perfect enough.

After meeting Hamel, Hamel checked the documents and frowned, which made Bowen feel worried. It wasn't until Hamel said it was okay that he breathed a sigh of relief.

Even Lan Ying is a little afraid of Hamol. As long as she makes the slightest movement, Hamel, who is busy, will immediately raise his head and look at her without saying a word. Lan Ying will swallow her saliva with a guilty conscience every time, even teasing Bowen. Don't dare anymore.

Because every time she looked at Bowen, she would be caught by Hamel, and she would be kicked out of the office by Hamel.

Hamor didn't want to do this, but Lan Ying's gaze was too direct and she kept staring at Bowen. Bowen was so watched that he couldn't concentrate on his work. Lan Ying stared at everyone every day.

"You should wear a mask when you go to a meeting with Bowen!"

Saiman suddenly frowned and told Hamol seriously.

"Why are you so crazy?"

Hamor, who was sitting on Saiman's lap, resting his elbow on the armrest of the chair and supporting his chin while reading documents, cursed lowly.

"I'm serious with you."

Saiman looked at Hamor's head with some anger.

Nowadays, the old ministers have reached the age of retirement, and many of them have brought their grandchildren to take over the work.

Those young people rarely saw Harmore. Every time they had a meeting, they would peek at Harmore from time to time and did not listen at all.

If it weren't for the fear that Hamor would be angry, Saiman who was watching would have scolded them.

There were also many people watching Bowen. He and Harmore sat next to each other. One had long silver hair and the other had long black hair. They were particularly conspicuous. Many juniors stared at them with red faces. They were very active in the meeting, which made the elders in their family look up to them. I was stunned for a while, and I wondered if there was something wrong with their brains, because they actually liked meetings, the kind of meetings that lasted for three or four hours at a time.

"Look at me."

Saiman raised Hamor's chin domineeringly.

Hamor, who was holding his chin, raised his eyes lazily and looked at Saiman obediently to see what Saiman wanted to do!

Saiman took out his mobile phone and turned on the camera and pointed it at Hamol, asking Hamol to take a closer look at his face, which was causing disaster to the country and the people.

Hamor looked at it indifferently. It was just a nose, two eyes and a mouth.

Seeing Hamel's reaction, he was full of hatred for iron. What could be done? Hamel couldn't listen at all.

Saiman threw the phone on the desk, took the documents from Hamol's hand and closed the phone, hugged Hamel to his side and raised his head to kiss him while closing the curtains.

Hamor knew what Saiman wanted to do and didn't refuse. He hugged Saiman's neck and told him calmly, "One hour at most."

"An hour is an hour."

It was enough for me to bite his neck red, and I couldn't believe that those bastards still dared to covet him.

Saiman carried Hamel back to the desk, took away Hamel's glasses, bent down and blocked Hamel's mouth, and pulled the zipper.

Hamor's face turned red when he heard the sound of the zipper, but he pretended he didn't notice it and hugged Saiman's neck tightly, tilting his head back to kiss her. The hair tie that tied his long hair slowly loosened.

The knight outside the door blushed and quickly closed the door and walked away quickly. He was obviously used to it.