His little rose is sweet and wild

Chapter 133 Just Call Me Ah Jing
Finally, Zhang Ying made a total of twenty reports, her hands were sore, and she was completely relieved when she hit the keyboard and clicked to send it to him.

Looking up from the window, it was already dark.

Looking at the time again, it's already seven o'clock in the evening.

Zhang Ying, "..."

Biting her lower lip, she looked at the man opposite, "Mr. Zhuang, I'm done, and I've sent it to you."

Zhuang Jing didn't raise his head, "Okay."

Zhang Ying, "Then I am..."

Before she finished speaking, Zhuang Jing said, "Wait for me."

Zhang Ying, "???"

I saw his hands crackling on the keyboard, and after a while, he stopped.

Then turn off the computer and close the computer.

Zhuang Jing raised his eyes to look at her, his dark eyes relaxed a lot, and his tone became less serious, "Thank you for helping me make the report."

Zhang Ying's heart trembled, and she hurriedly said, "You're welcome, Mr. Zhuang, as a person in the financial department, this is what I should do."

But Zhuang Jing shook his head, "No."

He stood up, stretched his tired spine, picked up the computer, looked down at her and said, "Come on, you help me make the report, and I will treat you to dinner."

"No need, Zhuang..."

However, before Zhang Ying could finish speaking, he had already walked towards the door first.

Zhang Ying wanted to cry, she didn't want to have dinner with him at all, okay?

She wants to go home.

But still miserably, she picked up the computer, hugged it in her arms, and turned to chase him.

The two left the coffee shop and came to the door. Zhang Ying saw her car at a glance, her eyes lit up, and she hurriedly said, "Mr. Zhuang, I came by car."

Zhuang Jing paused for taking out his pockets, then turned his head to look at the car she was staring at, a white limited-edition BMW.

His eyes suddenly sank.

He said, "I can find a substitute driver and send the car back for you."

Then I made a series of phone calls, and within 2 minutes, an employee came out of the coffee shop.

Bow your head to these two, "Mr. Zhuang, Miss."

Zhang Ying, "..."

So the surrogate driver he hired was an employee of the coffee shop?
She took a long time to take out the key.

Zhuang Jing looked at her, thinking that she was worried that the employee would damage and scratch her car due to his unskilled driving, "He has five years of driving experience, you can safely give him the keys."

He added, "If he breaks your car, I'll pay for it."

Hearing what he said, Zhang Ying had nothing to say, so she had to give him the key.

The employee opened the car door, and she took out her bag from inside, put the computer in again, and stood beside Zhuang Jing.

Zhuang Jing glanced at her, and then walked towards his car. Only then did Zhang Ying realize that the only black convertible Rolls Royce parked on the side of the road turned out to be his car.

She followed.

Zhuang Jing personally pulled the co-pilot's door, "Please."

Zhang Ying bit her lower lip, lifted her foot with her bag in her hand, and sat in.

Zhuang Jing closed the door, came to the door of the driver's seat, opened the door and sat in.

The car started and slowly drove towards the highway.

……

The two ate French food.

Zhuang Jing asked Zhang Ying to choose a restaurant. Zhang Ying didn't know his taste, so he chose a restaurant he liked.

When ordering, Zhuang Jing asked her to order, and she ordered a few of her favorite dishes, and then handed him the menu.

Zhuang Jing took a look and ordered a foie gras.

The decoration of the restaurant is very luxurious, but yet simple, the two of them ate the meal very quietly.

Until Zhuang Jing picked up a piece of chicken for Zhang Ying with chopsticks, Zhang Ying looked up flattered, and hurriedly said, "Thank you, Mr. Zhuang!"

For a long time, she called Mr. Zhuang.

But this sound was especially harsh.

Zhuang Jing frowned, and said slowly, "Just call me Ah Jing."

(End of this chapter)