Chapter Seven, Promotion (Part One).

Lang He ignored her indignant expression and asked lightly, "What's wrong?"

Lang He Yuan withdrew his hand, returned to his seat, and gestured for Lin Lang, who was sitting opposite, to continue.

Obviously, such attempts to awaken the sympathy of capitalists towards child labor are ineffective. Lang Heyuan has always been studying the development plan with Lin Lang, without even giving her a glance. After finally finishing the sweet and crispy meat, before she could catch her breath, another plate of steamed pork was delivered to her without delay.

When faced with the mountain of meat in front of her, she felt for the first time that meat was like arsenic, meat was like a rat's poison, meat was the enemy's weapon of death. Not eating it? Come on, she used her meal card to buy the meat. Wasting it is absolutely sinful! Eating it? After consuming two bowls of rice and three plates of dishes, her stomach is basically in a saturated state. If she doesn't want to become the laughingstock of the infirmary tomorrow, she must refuse the cruel torture of being stuffed to death with meat in a socialist country.

Startled, the doll quickly recalled the words it had spoken before, and its mind struggled through a winding path (Why was it struggling? Well, obviously, when you're burping like that, how can you not struggle?) to explain: "Um, burp, what I meant was, burp, fart, burp, it's not that it's not delicious, burp, it's just that it's, burp, extremely delicious, burp, end of explanation!"

She lowered her head and thought for a moment, reluctantly gathering all the earnest words in her heart, and made a strenuous effort to make her eyes look like stars. "Um..." she exclaimed. The two handsome uncles who were discussing business next to her immediately stopped talking when they heard her voice, and their gazes swept over, waiting for her next words.

Therefore, it is necessary to make Mr. Lang understand within a few words that even if she does not eat this meat, she will contribute her last bit of blood and energy to the company, and vow to have the courage to coexist with the rumors and gossip of Hua Hao.

The chopsticks of Lin Lang, who was sitting across from me, fell to the ground and separated from the flesh and bones. I laughed until I almost lost consciousness.

In order to prevent the heart from speeding up, the doll had to avoid Langhe Yuan's powerful aura, and in a hurry, the result was that the water in the cup was gulped down.

Wawa looked at Lang Heyuan with sadness and anger, hoping that he could understand that what she originally wanted to say was not this. However, the pitiful cry for help and the handsome uncle's brain were obviously not operating at the same frequency. Lang Heyuan turned his head and glanced at her wrinkled and tender little face, paused for a few seconds, and said, "Go ahead and eat."

The doll opened its big eyes. Although this way she could avoid torturing her poor stomach, Mr. Lang ate what she had left... Maybe there was still her saliva on it... So the doll shouted with great righteousness, "Mr. Lang, burp!"

Just as I was about to exclaim how wise General Lang is, I heard Lang He Yuan lazily say, "But I can't stand wasting, so you reluctantly eat it."

"Hmm?" As he was about to put the steamed pork with rice flour into his mouth, the child had to raise his voice to increase the power: "Burp, you're practically kissing me!! Burp, burp!"

The doll loves to eat meat, and loves to eat all kinds of meat. When she was in kindergarten, she even went so far as to use a pencil sharpener blade to fight with her sister over the last two pieces of meat left on the plate. The bold and carefree mother not only did not feel extremely worried about the personal safety of her children like other mothers, but instead, she raised her eyelids and shouted loudly at the two sisters in the midst of the sword fight: "Stop it, or I won't give you any meat to eat tomorrow!"

She swore that this capitalist vampire must have been secretly watching her for a long time.

The doll's eyes welled up with tears. Although capitalists are vampires, if she could avoid eating this dish, she would definitely set up an ancestral tablet for Uncle Lang at home and insist on offering incense in the morning and evening, as well as fruits on the first and fifteenth day of each lunar month.

The doll gritted its teeth and suppressed the desire to burp, shaking its head vigorously. Lang He nodded thoughtfully, "You don't want to eat?"

Lang He saw her working so hard, handed her the water cup. The doll, with great determination, hiccupped and turned her head away. He slowly stood up, walked to the other side, and pressed the water cup against her lips. "Drink some water, and the hiccups will stop."

The song that the doll loves to sing goes like this: "Meat is electricity, meat is light, meat is the only myth, I only love meat, you are my super star, meat dominates, meat worships, there is no better way, I can only love meat, you are my super star!"

It's not possible to remain silent anymore. The arrow is already on the bowstring and must be released. So she thickened her skin and said passionately, "So, so should I really eat it?"

One can only imagine the scene in the doll's eyes at this moment: an elegant and handsome uncle with his back to the sun, bending down to hold a glass of water. His slender fingers gripping the transparent glass with exceptional strength, making him particularly pleasing to the eye... Plus, the feeling of his lips brings a hint of coldness...! If one's heart rate can still maintain 120 beats per minute at this moment, it must be a heart attack!

This sentence is the announcement of her death sentence. The poor girl had to accept her fate and pulled the candy-coated meat in front of her. With tears and snot, she picked up a chopstick and stuffed the meat into her mouth, took a sip of water, and then gave a slight smile to Boss Lang.