After divorce I am a billionaire novel Chapter 743

Anthony didn't even look at her, put down the milk and walked towards the small sofa in the study. Folding his long legs leisurely, he took out his laptop and started working.

It took several minutes for Mavis to notice that he was still in the study.

Anthony didn't leave.

She tilted her head and looked at the sofa, "Are you busy with work?"

Anthony focused on typing and ignored her.

If he was really busy with work, she will feel a little guilty.

She occupied Anthony's desk, making him, the host, sit on the sofa to work...

"Mr. Callahan, we... let's change positions?"

Anthony stopped what he was doing and gave her a cold look as if she was a stupid.

She was using a desktop computer. How to change?

Did she not think before she spoke?

Complaining in his heart, Anthony didn't have a nice expression on his face, "No, shut your mouth. Deal with your business. Don't bother me."

Mavis shut up and continued to enter the data.

For a while, there was only the sound of keyboard tapping in the entire study.

Both of them were busy with their work, and they were as harmonious as a couple who had been married for many years.

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Mavis seldom had a chance to use keyboard, and typing was a bit slow.

Two hours later, when Anthony's work was done, but she hadn't finished the rest of the work.

Anthony frowned tightly, and stared at her seriously for a while with cold expression.

Was it because the company had arranged too much work for her, or was it because she was too stupid?

While Mavis was staring at the computer attentively, he walked behind Mavis with light footsteps to check her work status.

He was startled when he saw it.

"Today I can finally see how people type with two fingers."

He taunted unceremoniously.

"Apart from your two index fingers, your other fingers are all trash? For decoration?"

"You don't press space with your thumb? Does your thumb get cut off by the keyboard?"

"If you keep typing at this speed, when will you be able to finish entering the data?"

Mavis was furious and looked back at him, "If you're done with work, go back to your room. Although I type slowly, I won't sleep tonight. Can I practice my typing?"

"Can you?" Anthony raised his eyes slightly, almost being amused, "Look at your poor basic skill, you still want to increase your typing speed today? You haven't slept yet, why do you start dreaming?"

Mavis refused to admit defeat, "A slow sparrow should make an early start. If I practice more, it will always be effective."

"With wrong way, even if you type for a year, you can't keep up with my speed."

Mavis nodded in agreement, "Yes, yes, you're the fastest."

Anthony was displeased, gritted his teeth gloomily, and patted her on the head, "Men are not allowed to described fast."

"What?"

Mavis was so focused on her work that she didn't know what he was talking about.

Anthony, who was too lazy to explain too much, slowly bent over to approach her, grabbed her hand who was resting on the keyboard, and corrected her fingering.

"The left hand is in charge of this half of the keys, and the right hand is the other half. After typing, tap the space. Tap with your thumb. This key is Enter. Use this for line feed. You have to remember the order of these letters …”

His tone was very impatient. His voice was low and fierce, but he taught a lot and explained it in great detail.

"Try it. Use the method I just said, and type another line of text."