Han Yixing struggled, blushing terribly, and his heart was pounding, "Let go, people will see."
"So what if I see you? You are my wife, do you think there are people who don't know?" He disagreed. The door was pushed open, and it was Secretary Lin who walked in with a few chefs in white clothes pushing a cart.
"President, the lunch you ordered is ready." Secretary Lin said, directing the chefs one by one to place the meals on the table in front of the sofa, and then filed out.
Han Yixing didn't have time to be shy and was attracted by the delicious food in front of him.
Meng Beichen saw her look and directly handed the knife and fork into her hand, "Are you hungry?" [
"Meng Beichen, you enjoy life too much. This is really not good." While saying that it was not good, he attacked the food, which made Meng Beichen laugh for a while.
After the two had lunch, the secretary brought someone to collect the tableware. Han Yixing asked curiously: "Do you usually have the woman outside ask the cook to prepare it before bringing it in?"
"Of course not. You came too slowly today and there is not much time."
Meng Beichen said, got up and walked to his desk, took a bunch of documents from it and put them directly on her desk, "Miss Han, finish sorting this pile of information. I will use it at three o'clock."
Han Yixing was stunned by his sudden words. Then she realized that he had assigned her a job. She immediately stood at attention like she did during military training and gave a military salute.
"Yes, Mr. Meng Beichen." Then he quickly ran back to his desk and looked at the pile of information.
He frowned, came over and ruffled her hair, "What's your name, sir?" He hated it when she called him by his first name and surname, and now he wanted to add a surname.
Han Yixing dodged away, his face serious, "President, don't disturb my work."
"Little guy, you got into the mood so quickly."
"Didn't you ask me to sort it out? By the way, you haven't even mentioned my salary yet." Her main purpose of working is to make money, and coming to his company is no exception.
Meng Beichen seemed to really think about it for a moment before he approached her and whispered, "How about giving me to you?"
"ah?"
Han Yixing was surprised, but he leaned down and kissed her. Sensing her struggle, he put his hand on her neck and stroked it gently, and directly pulled her up from the chair with one hand.
[PS: I may go out tomorrow, so the update will be delayed]