President Gu's private assistant, it sounds so appealing.
An Junxi naturally didn't agree, not because she didn't want to, but because she knew her mother would never allow it.
Her mother was already displeased with her working at Wanling Entertainment, and if she were to become the president's assistant, there would be another round of family arguments.
An Junxi said, "Didn't you say you'd arrange an assistant for me? Having an assistant is enough, really, it's okay. I'm not one of those delicate girls."
Gu Yikun reached out and pinched her nose, "Can't you be a little more delicate in front of your husband?"
An Junxi gave him a kiss, "Honey~~"
Gu Yikun couldn't resist her coquettishness; he almost relented but finally gritted his teeth and said, "No."
An Junxi got angry and climbed off him, "You clearly promised me!"
Gu Yikun held her tight, not letting her leave, "Baby, don't be mad. When you're angry, I can't work."
