The two discussed for a long time before Lin Xin left the office. Before leaving, he waved the coffee cup in his hand to Mu Qingqing and said, "Thank you, Assistant Mu, for the coffee. It's delicious."
Mu Qingqing smiled politely and said, "Secretary Lin is very polite. If you like it, I can make it for you to drink in the future."
Lin Xin was stunned and subconsciously glanced at Cheng Moyan, only to see that he was already immersed in his work. His heart sank, but his face remained calm. He turned around, smiled politely at Mu Qingqing, opened the door, and hurried out.
Wow, my sister-in-law must have suffered terribly from him!
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As soon as Lin Xin left, the only sound left in the office was the rustle of Cheng Moyan's pen on the paper. Thinking that Lin Xin no longer had to go to Africa, Mu Qingqing's mood that had been suppressed for a day suddenly became joyful. She took out the letter that Lin Xin had written for her.
Look at that document carefully.
On the first day of work, you can't do nothing. At this last moment, it's better to do something symbolically, at least to prepare for tomorrow!
Cheng Moyan looked at the document, but from time to time, Mu Qingqing's charming smile at Lin Xin flashed in his mind. The more he wrote, the more anxious he became, feeling a little irritated. There was a sound, and he looked at the coffee in his hand that had been knocked and spilled a little, and was slightly startled.
He raised his head, picked up the phone out of habit, and wanted to ask someone to come in and clear the table for him. He caught a glimpse of someone from the corner of his eye, and then he remembered that there was another person in the office, and this person still made him distracted.
Coffee is the culprit.
He put down the phone and turned to Mu Qingqing, only to see that she was holding a document and reading it carefully, using a pen to outline it from time to time, with the corners of her lips always raised.
The cover of that document is somewhat familiar.
Cheng Moyan suddenly frowned, put down his pen, put his foot down, and swiveled his chair far away from the table.
"Assistant Mu, come over and clean the table!"
"oh."
After hearing his instructions, Mu Qingqing put down her documents and pen, stood up, and walked to his desk. When she saw the coffee spilled on the table, she said calmly, "President, wait a moment, I'll go out and get a rag."
Cheng Moyan pursed his lips and nodded.
After a while, Mu Qingqing came back with a rag and wiped the table clean in a few strokes.
Looking at her skillful look, Cheng Moyan narrowed his eyes and suddenly remembered that after marrying her, she would cook a table of dishes every day waiting for him to go back to eat, but he never appreciated her, and sometimes he would lose his temper and cook her.
The food was lifted, but she said nothing. When he went upstairs, she took a rag and mop to clean the tables, chairs and floor.
At this moment, she lowered her head, and her hair in the morning was not tied very carefully. It fell down a little, and it swayed slightly with her movements.
Cheng Moyan's heart suddenly became irritable.
At this time, Mu Qingqing had also cleared the table. She stepped aside and looked at him, "President, it's cleared."
Seeing her indifferent expression towards him, Cheng Moyan became more and more irritated. He remained silent, frowned and waved his hand impatiently.
Mu Qingqing walked out with the rag. Behind her, Cheng Moyan's eyes couldn't help but follow her. Her slender figure disappeared between the door leaves, and he stared at the crack in the door in a daze.
After a while, the door opened, and he looked at her again, but saw that she walked directly to her desk without even looking at it, picked up the document and started to read, with the corners of her lips raised slightly again.
He suddenly felt that her smile was a bit dazzling, and the document made him want to burn it.
Realizing something strange about himself, he was shocked, looked at the time, glared at Mu Qingqing, and continued working. But as a workaholic, he did not process as many documents as usual in the remaining time.
two-thirds of.
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Looking at the time, Mu Qingqing packed her things, glanced at the man over there, hesitated for a long time, and finally reminded her, "President, it's time to get off work."
The man suddenly frowned and raised his head to look at her, his eyes slightly gloomy.