Yinzai was a little uneasy. It was the first time since he sat in this chair that he was absent-minded when he went to work.
He crossed his chest and saw a small figure mopping the floor through the office glass.
She seemed to be having a great time doing it.
A rich young lady is not happy at all when she is reduced to a cleaner? How deep a city does it take to do that?
After the two had a bad fight that day, he thought she would have a cold war with him for at least a few days. But early the next morning, she came to him and told him about going to work.
He casually said to hire a cleaner, but she always remembered it? Did she actually do it?
And seeing how skillfully she mops and sweeps the floor, do you think she does this often? There are a lot of servants in the Ouyang family, and they are all for decoration?
He observed her for several days, and the more he looked at her, the more confused he became.
The secretaries in the secretarial area were whispering to each other, and people were panicking.
"Did you see that Mr. President just went to the tea room to fetch water himself?"
"Yes, yes, there is boiling water in the office, so why come out to get water? If you want water, just make a phone call, so why come out in person?"
"Is the water boiler broken?"
"Who said that? Director Li went to check just now, and it was not good. I think the president wants to lay off employees, so he made a show of it first..."
"Oops! What a tragedy. Do you want to fire me? Yesterday, Mr. President passed in front of me and looked back several times. I have always been very serious about my work. Please don't fire me."
"Don't mention it. The day before yesterday, Mr. President stood behind me for a long time, but he left without saying anything..."
"By the way, have you noticed something strange? The new cleaner on our floor is so young? She looks like a college student."
"Yes, how come you are so young and are working as a cleaner?"
Murong Rong wrung the mop dry, hung it in the clean room, washed her hands, and took the cup to the tea room to get some water.
This floor is very luxuriously decorated, and the ladies in the secretarial area are all young and beautiful, with nice smiles and sweet voices.
If her parents had not passed away, she would have graduated from college now, and maybe she would also be working as a secretary.
However, the office is certainly not so luxurious, and Huanyan is difficult to get into. When I was in college, my seniors said that Huanyan was the pickiest in recruiting, but the benefits were also the best.
In the tea room, Murong Rong met someone he didn't want to see. He turned around and was about to leave.
"Wait a minute." Yinzai put the cup on the countertop, "Help me pour a glass of water."
The boiling water is right in front of him, all he has to do is press the button. He needs someone to do the work for him.
"Yes, Mr. President." Murong Rong bowed respectfully, picked up his water glass, and pressed the switch.
The boiling water slowly fell into the cup.
Yinzai lowered his head and looked at the woman in front of him. Because he had just dragged one layer all over, his head was covered with sweat.
Moreover, in just a few days, she seemed to have lost weight and became haggard.
It's because the cleaner's work is too hard, or she doesn't eat well.
"Mr. President, your tea."
Yin Zai withdrew his eyes from Murong Rong and said calmly: "It's just a bland meal, who's going to drink it? Add some coffee."
Murong Rong poured out the water, took out a pack of instant coffee from the cabinet, and brewed half a cup.
He added: "Send it to my office."
He walked slowly in front, and she followed slowly behind him, until he walked into the office and placed the teacup on his desk.
"Wipe the table."
Murong Rong picked up the rag and wiped the already spotless desk. "Mr. President, do you have any other instructions?"
Yin Zai sat on the office chair, crossing his legs, "I never drink instant coffee, make me a pot of tea."
There is a wine cabinet in the corner of the office. The wine cabinet contains not only wine, but also tea.
Murong Rong found the tea set and tea leaves, made a pot of special spring water in a jar under the wine cabinet, and put it on the electric stove to boil.
Yin Zai frowned slightly. The more she kept crying and making trouble, the more puzzled he became.
She doesn’t want the 20 billion anymore? Why doesn’t she beg him?
If she begged him, he would definitely not agree, but now that she didn't beg him, he felt very uncomfortable.
The more people and things are beyond his control, the more he wants to control them.
"Mr. President, your tea is ready."
Yinzai stood up from the office chair and sat on the sofa in front of the coffee table. He reached out and pressed the porcelain cup held by Murong, and accidentally touched her hand, which was hot.
Yinzai grabbed Murong Rong's hand and put it on Murong Rong's forehead, "Do you have a fever?"