Secretary Jiang, let's talk about love

Chapter 9

Tan Qi glanced at Fu Qianming suspiciously when he heard this, when did the company have this rule?Why doesn't he know?
He understood in the next second, oh...

It turned out that Fu Dong left Secretary Jiang to himself.

Fu Dong is so cute.

Hearing Fu Qianming say that employees of the Fu Group are forbidden to fall in love, Zhao Weike's smile froze on her face again.She lowered her head and casually poured a cup of tea, seemingly unintentionally said: "Director Fu really cares about the private life of employees."

Fu Qianming noticed the steam rising from Zhao Weike's teacup, and smiled slightly, "Secretary Jiang is young, so don't worry about this kind of thing. But Director Zhao is now successful in his career, so it's time to think about his lifelong affairs. I have Many of my friends have made remarkable achievements in the cosmetics industry, if Director Zhao doesn’t mind, I can be a matchmaker and introduce them.”

"I'm not very interested in those people, but what I'm curious about is, what kind of girls does Dong Fu like? After so many years, no girl can fall into Dong Fu's eyes?"

Zhao Weike rested her chin, her eyes trembled slightly, and she looked at Fu Qianming expectantly, as if she hoped that he could say something that would make her happy.

Fu Qianming smiled, but did not speak.

Zhao Weike's smile was put aside again.

Sitting between the two of them, Jiang Yun clearly felt the turbulent undercurrent between them.She could only stare boredly at the ups and downs of the tea leaves in the teacup, thinking about when she would go home.After graduating from Madrid, she hadn't had time to go home.

"What does Secretary Jiang like to eat?" While meditating, Jiang Yun suddenly heard Zhao Weike next to her smiling and asking her what to eat.

Just as she was about to say casually, Zhao Weike handed the menu in front of her with a warm smile on her face, "This restaurant serves the best French cuisine, order whatever you like, and I'll treat you."

Jiang Yun was taken aback by Zhao Weike's sudden tenderness, but when she noticed that the dishes on the menu were all in French, she knew what Zhao Weike wanted to do.

It turned out that he wanted to embarrass her.

Jiang Yun stared at the menu calmly, automatically ignoring Zhao Weike's eyes waiting to see the joke.After going through the dishes on the menu roughly, the menu in Jiang Yun's hand was pinched away by the person next to him.

Fu Qianming leaned on the back of the chair and flipped through the menu, with a half-smile: "Mr. Zhao, don't get the priority wrong. I haven't read the menu yet, so I'm in a hurry to let my secretary read it?"

"Dong Fu was joking." Seeing her plan being interrupted, Zhao Weike was angry, but it was hard to show it directly on her face, "I see Miss Jiang is very thin, so I want her to eat more Make it up."

"Thin?" Fu Qianming raised his eyebrows and looked at Jiang Yun, with a calm smile in his eyes, "She's not thin."

At least when the two of them accidentally leaned against each other in the car just now, Fu Qianming felt that Jiang Yun was still not thin in some places.

Jiang Yun was sized up and down by Fu Qianming's unserious eyes, and he instantly had the urge to kill this man.

Although the two of them didn't have a conversation, there was an unspeakable ambiguity in the communication. Zhao Weike could only smash her teeth and swallow it in her stomach.

When she was about to open her mouth to break the atmosphere, Fu Qianming put the menu on the table, and said lightly: "Val in white sauce, cheese teppanyaki, tomato stuffed meat stuffing. Thank you."

Zhao Weike quickly stood up, "Then I'll go to the waiter to order."

By the way, let's go out and blow some air to calm down.

"Wait a minute." Jiang Yun smiled and looked up at Zhao Weike, "Didn't even order a bar? I see alcohol is at the bottom of the menu. Lafite is the most famous French wine. I'm in a good mood today. Let's have a drink together? But it may be necessary Let Zhao Dong spend money."

"Can you read the menu?"

Zhao Weike couldn't believe it, just now Jiang Yun stared at the menu with a dazed look, how could it be possible?
Jiang Yun looked at Zhao Weike, but didn't take it seriously, "I know a little bit of French, Russian, and English. Of course, Mandarin is the best."

Jiang Yun's slender eyes were slightly squinted, and there was a smile between his brows. He looked like a cunning fox, exuding a captivating charm all over his body.

Although as the saying goes, ten years is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge.

But she, Jiang Yun, hated others looking down on her, and of course she had to take revenge now.

What's more, she wasn't the one who paid the money, so what's wrong with making Zhao Weike spend a lot of money?
Zhao Weike is not an ordinary woman, she loses her temperament when she is said in a few words.She smiled calmly: "I'll arrange it right away, the three of you will wait a moment."

Seeing Zhao Weike go out, Fu Qianming turned Jiang Yun's chair around with one hand without saying a word.

Jiang Yun immediately looked directly at Fu Qianming's posture.

Unsuspectingly thrown from the table in front of him by Fu Qianming, Jiang Yun was actually taken aback, but when he came back to his senses, he couldn't help feeling how strong Fu Qianming was.

Tan Qi immediately leaned over and covered his eyes.

He couldn't see anything.

Director Fu had a face-to-face conversation with the secretary, very serious.

That's right.

"Why order wine?" Fu Qianming took off the gentleman's gentle coat just now, and he looked like a hedgehog with fried hair, which made Jiang Yun shiver from the cold.

"No?" Jiang Yun folded his arms and raised his eyebrows, "She said, please me."

"You are the secretary." Fu Qianming looked directly at Jiang Yun's eyes, which were as dark as a dry well in the middle of the night, "You can do what I say. Doing things according to your own actions will only discredit the company .”

"Then I can let her laugh at me casually?" Jiang Yun smiled sarcastically, "I am your secretary, and I naturally represent your image. If the news that I don't know French at the dinner today spreads, I will lose you as well." Face."

Fu Qianming lowered his head and took a deep breath, turned his head to look out of the window, but put his hands on Jiang Yun's chair, and the distance between the two of them got a little closer, "Today is the last time, and we must not make arbitrary claims in the future."

"That's it."

Before Jiang Yun finished speaking, Zhao Weike pushed the door open and walked in.

What came into view was that Jiang Yun was facing Fu Qianming, and Fu Qianming's hand seemed to be on her shoulder.

Zhao Weike was obviously stunned.

Jiang Yun glanced back and saw that Zhao Weike was staring at her and Fu Qianming's positions intently, so she knew that Zhao Weike must have misunderstood something.

But she doesn't want to explain, she likes to hold grudges, she is so narrow-minded.

Jiang Yun stood up slowly on purpose, lowered his head on purpose and whispered what he had just said in Fu Qianming's ear, and brushed Fu Qianming's face with his long hair on purpose.

The familiar fragrance of jasmine once again filled Fu Qianming's nostrils.

Jiang Yun moved the chair back to its original position, and Fu Qianming's words still echoed in his ears.

"That depends on the situation."

The hair flowed into Fu Qianming's eye sockets like a waterfall, and the fragrance of jasmine lingered continuously at the tip of his nose.

Fu Qianming felt inexplicably irritable, so he picked up one of the chopsticks that Zhao Weike had prepared in advance on the table, and walked behind Jiang Yun to gather her long hair.

Cold fingers swept across the back of Jiang Yun's neck, and all the black hair fell on Fu Qianming's palm.

Jiang Yun's heart throbbed for a while, and he suddenly remembered the ancient Chinese poems he had learned when he was a child.

The long hair is in the heart of the king.

(End of this chapter)