Love Blanket Revenge
Love Blanketed Revenge Chapter 133

"Because of your name, granddaughter? It's so ugly" Deon murmured, clearly the Grandson beside him could still hear clearly. However, the girl was used to getting ridicule on her unique name, the woman was just silent. He was already filled with the question so silence was the best way.

"Sorry sir, if you may feel a little pain or pain, I clean it first and after that the wound will be covered with plaster" said Grandson, ignoring Deon's question.

"Wait a minute, you don't carelessly treat me later - why-why, infection, then die you want responsibility?" cecar Deon with a cynical tone of speech. Jec who is still in the room was helped by another OG (Office girl) to clean up the mess that Deon and Alzam had done.

Jec just kept quiet, let his boss babble as he pleased he was even too tired to advise or even break up Deon's quarrel with others. Had a fight with Alzam until the room neatly so the ship broke, now with the grandson of people who want to treat his wounds, jec again silent focus with his work.

"Master, you take it easy, I'm not a person who doesn't know with this kind of action. I have had the experience of taking care of these injuries even more severely there" Grandson explained, confidently. Though in his heart the woman is also grieving at the man who is currently in front of him, very annoying, stubborn, but afraid of pain, looks the same as a child.

"Yes you can clean this wound, but you must be careful and careful if it hurts" Deon threatened with a murmur. While the Grandchild remained calm and relaxed. Jec had been listening to the interaction between Grandchild and Deon.

'Just this time I saw there was a girl who was not shriveled by the attitude of the Boss. I think this grandson is the type of person who is patient and reliable. It feels like I'm tired of arguing every day and almost every day I have to prepare the Boss's needs, I need a secretary for the Boss," muttered Jec looked at the grandson who could calm down even though Deon had been grumbling ever since.

"Auuuwww. can slowly not, you clean it on the press, sick tau," Deon's great-grandchild, his hand immediately rejected the hand of the grandson until the cotton used to clean the dry blood fell.

"Sir, if not pressed his blood will be difficult to clean from the wound later even dirty blood and humming bacteria will enter the wound and it causes infection as you said just now," lirih Grandson, he again took a new cotton and cleaned using water that has been tested antiseptic.

"You say you continue, and you too, if you are told ngeyel," gerundel Deon, with occasional lips grimaced with his wounds cleaned. Though not really sick, basically Deon is very annoying too drama.

"Do the wounds have to be stitched?" deon asked seriously, and Grandson only replied with a funny smile.

"Why are you smiling do you see this funny?" deon asked with a look at the Grandson who still looked like a sweet smile.

"Sir, this is just a scratch and even after cleaning it will quickly dry out. If the wound is sewn deep," explained the grandson in a patient tone.

"Sok know you, know what you are about the wound, be careful if this wound makes me feel pain and so on," threatened Deon again, and the grandson just nodded just to accept the threat from Deon. However, his hand still continued to clear the injured temple without responding to any more rants from Deon.

"So sir, is there anything else I can help you with?" ask the granddaughter politely. Deon's eyes widened when he heard Grandchild's words.

"You are serious, this is done, why so soon" Deon said, his hand splashed his wound, and he described that it would be very painful when he touched it. However, the guess is wrong he actually got a wound that has been covered with plaster and when he presses it does not hurt.

"You what's my wound why don't it hurt? I felt very sick earlier" Deon murmured, staring at the Grandson who was cleaning up the drugs and the tools he was using.

"So I've told you, sir, if the wound you're experiencing is just a tear and it's not too deep, the matter of the pain is just the bruise that feels more, he said, if the wound I'm sure it doesn't hurt much. While the bruise I have given ointment and it is enough for your wound not to sore," replied Grandson looks very professional.

"This ointment isn't hot and it's weird, right?" lirih Deon. Again, Granddaughter gave a faint chuckle.

"Your words, I hold, but remember that this wound will vary later, because you are the one who treats me will look for you up to the ant hole," Deon threatened again, saying, and indeed the man from time immemorial is very threatening, the proof is that Jec has olab (or often called a little vomit because of the excess drinking of breast milk in infants when the stomach is not comfortable, well if his condition is on Jec, he's an over threat from Deon).

"I know what is at risk, sir. If there is no more duty I permit to go Sir," said Cucu as his hand carried a P3K box.

While Jec had been listening to the conversation of the two people. Jec firmly believes the quiet personality of the grandson is able to face Deon who is unique. Jec himself went straight out of Deon's room leaving his work unfinished.

"Mh... Grandchild, wait!" screech Jec with a half-run walk. The grandson himself who felt called immediately stopped his steps and turned his body. His forehead frowned in wonder why his superior called out to him.

"Master call me?"

Jec nodded faintly.

"We're sitting there!!" Jec pointed to a seat not far from the passageway they were currently in. Although the Grandson was a little surprised, but no doubt his legs also swung towards the place that Jec pointed.

"Mind me Jec, Mr. Deon's personal assistant, the man you just cleaned his wound. I see you're a calm bearer and are you new here?" asked Jec without being stale, he was very sure Cucus could help himself take care of Deon, because the more days Deon increasingly make problems, Jec's soul increasingly shifted, feared he was being programed to raise the body, it could fail again, because Deon is always throwing a tantrum.

Maybe this is the baby's luggage, but it is very annoying when everything is commented on until sometimes the color of clothing is targeted by Deon's carping. What is not important is that Deon is dead.

"True sir, I'm a new employee here only one day, with today it's been two days I work in this company," reply Grandson is no less friendly.

"So gini I want to offer you a job whose salary is also definitely greater with your position this sat. I'm in need of a personal assistant for Mr. Deon, because I've been busy with other work so I need a friend to take care of and supervise Mr. Deon. I hope big if you want to accept this offer," said Jec with both eyes still staring at the Grandson who had undergone a change. Please be anxious because Jec sees the Grandson as someone who does not really need the material, from a calm language style and is not afraid if there are sacred words in a down employee, namely PECAT.

"If I accept the offer, what is my job and what are the benefits?" grandson asked, there is no way Jec offers a position that is not arbitrary without more benefits.

'I think he's the one who's not afraid of being fired, but I think my judgment is wrong, ' Jec's inner self, but Jec's continued offer also lays out his work. It will make a heavier description so that the Grandchild may if not be able to immediately back down. Jec wants to know the seriousness of Grandchild.

"Your job is to take care of Mr. Deon's needs, from his clothes, work hours, sleep eating, and everything that is attached and everything that is consumed in Mr. Deon's body you prepare, you fulfill, you fulfill, and about salary of course you will get a bigger salary with your current job." Jec the Grandson would think hard to accept or not his offer.

The deg!!! The grandson was surprised to hear his workers later. "Crazy well these people, why not marriage, if for every need prepared by others. Which one he reached cewe," gerundel Grandson.

#Saran nih, about Grandson good to accept Jec's offer or not let Jec alone the thinner Deon face....

Surely the ease of Jec later if the Grandson was her instead. Grandchildren who can get thinner...