Lonely pet and confused little girl: mistakenly trapped in a disgusting man

Chapter 49: Accepting Men's Favor (5)

"what happened?"

Qiu Ling'er was stunned for a while, wondering when her desk was moved here, and why she hadn't been notified in advance.

"Ling'er, have you forgotten? I said yesterday... move your desk here, this will save you a lot of trouble making coffee."

Gong Jingchen's handsome face leaned close to her Youxiang's ear and whispered, a triumphant smile flashed across Hei Yao's eyes.Well, this woman's smooth black hair has a lily-like fragrance, which is fresh and pleasant, and he likes it very much.

Uh... Qiu Ling'er blushed and took a step back. Why is he so close to her?He said yesterday that he would move her studio here, but she thought he was just talking, and she didn't expect to put it into action so soon.

"President, our secretary has a lot of phone calls. I'm afraid it will disturb your office. I think it's better to move back."

She was a little annoyed and said frankly that she was tired enough to answer the calls of his "confidantes" every day.The phone kept ringing, even she couldn't bear it, so how could he, the president of the group who was busy with everything, be able to bear it!
"Well, you don't have to worry about that."

Gong Jingchen raised the cup to his lips, and actually drank the whole cup.Qiu Ling'er looked at him strangely, this was the first time he finished her coffee, he usually didn't drink it, or just took a sip, put it aside, and never drank it again.

Gong Jingchen put the porcelain cup on the table, and said with a smile on his lips:
"This kind of coffee was quite unpalatable at first, but now it tastes different."

He looked at her with a smile on his face, and this morning she put on her formal work clothes again.But his mind was thinking about the graceful and charming dress she wore last night. If he hadn't "just happened" to do something last night, he might be able to use some means to lure her to... bed.

Qiu Ling'er glared at him depressedly, and she knew that there was something wrong with the way he kept staring at her evilly, and she must be thinking about something flirty again, right?
She pouted helplessly and returned to her desk, sitting on a soft office chair, but strangely, there were very few calls this morning.

Most of them are employees above the manager level of the company asking for instructions to meet with the president. Maybe some of the company's important customers' phone calls, but there are no other messy phone calls such as "confidantes".

Huh?Have you changed your phone?

(End of this chapter)