Husband is bad: evil president is not easy to mess with

What Sikong Jingqiu meant was that she should eat in the bedroom?

Although I also ate in the bedroom before, it was because of physical problems, and it was not convenient to go downstairs...

Now she is in good health, and there is no need to bring food to the bedroom to eat!

Moreover, Steward Li, who is rigid in everything, has always disliked the act of taking food to the bedroom to eat, saying that it is rude.

Haiyue didn't understand how taking things to eat in the bedroom would be related to being rude. When she was at home, she often ate under the covers.

But since Butler Li said so, Haiyue thought that this was probably a rule only for rich people, except for the fact that it was really inconvenient during the period of raising her body, so she kept abiding by it.

But today...

But Sikong Jingqiu said to let her eat in the bedroom... Could it be that the rule of not being able to eat in the bedroom was set by Butler Li personally?

Haiyue was a little speechless, and when she was about to ask about the situation, Mama Lin came in with a plate of food.

The smell of food filled the bedroom immediately, making the glutton in Haiyue's stomach growl continuously.

"Ma'am, where do you want to eat?" Mother Lin asked standing in the middle of the bedroom.

Sikong Jingqiu replied for Haiyue, "Put it on my desk."

Mama Lin nodded, put down the plate and left.

Sikong Jingqiu stood up, took Haiyue's hand and walked to the desk, moved a chair for Haiyue to sit down, and stuffed the chopsticks into her hand, "Eat."

The hungry Haiyue secretly swallowed her saliva, didn't move her chopsticks immediately, and said uncertainly, "Eating in the bedroom...it doesn't seem so good..."

Sikong Jingqiu walked around to the chair behind the desk and sat down, tore off the white paper that was automatically faxed, looked down for a couple of times before answering, "It's just for the convenience of talking to you about tomorrow's press conference, don't think too much about it."

"Oh." Haiyue nodded, started to move her chopsticks, and slowly ate the food on the plate bite by bite.

The bedroom was quiet, except for the sound of Sikong Jingqiu flipping through documents, and the occasional sound of Haiyue's keys accidentally touching the porcelain bowl, there was nothing.

Halfway through eating, Haiyue suddenly remembered what Sikong Jingqiu said just now, stopped eating, raised her head and asked, "Is there going to be a press conference tomorrow?"

"En." Sikong Jingqiu nodded, glanced at the rice in the bowl in front of Haiyue, and said calmly, "Finish the food first, and I will tell you in detail what to do tomorrow."

Haiyue lowered her head obediently, took a mouthful of rice, chewed it a few times and couldn't help but asked curiously, "Didn't it be said that it will be opened a few days ago? Why is it suddenly brought forward?"

Sikong Jingqiu paused while looking through the documents, hesitantly muttered for a while, and said, "A reporter followed us this afternoon, you know."

When mentioning what happened in the car in the afternoon, Haiyue couldn't help but think of what the two of them had done in the car, and her face turned red.She quickly lowered her head and took a sip of the soup to cover up her hot cheeks that suddenly turned camel red, her voice stammered out of extreme discomfort, "Know, know..."

"Secretary Lin received a phone call from that reporter who called the company earlier, asking me if I would like to buy back those photos." When Sikong Jingqiu said these words, his voice turned cold several times.

"Buy? Why—" Haiyue paused in the middle of speaking, and suddenly understood why the reporter came to Si Kongjing in the first place. He wanted to make a small profit from the photos he took!