"Madam, no, I know my identity. I am just the secretary of the president, just the secretary. Don't drive me away. The president hasn't touched me for a long time. We don't have that kind of relationship anymore." Luna looked at
It seems very nervous.
Huang Qiao knew that she had misunderstood her meaning: "Don't be afraid, I have no other meaning."
During the conversation, the elevator arrived. Huang Qiao was too lazy to knock on the door and walked into the office with a swagger and saw Xiang Zichen sitting leisurely on the sofa.
"You are getting more and more rude, and you don't even knock on the door?" Xiang Zichen looked at Huang Qiao jokingly.
"I knocked my heart. If you didn't hear it, it means that your sensing ability is too poor and I can't blame me." Huang Qiao said proudly while sitting on the sofa.
She is becoming more and more like a child, but Xiang Zichen just likes it, and Huang Qiao is so energetic...
He hates seeing the deadly Huang Qiao...
"From the future, you have to have dinner with me and I will cook it for you, okay?" Xiang Zichen smiled gently.
This smile made Huang Qiao feel that Xiang Zichen was loving to her, but when she thought of that mysterious hatred, she immediately gave up her thoughts.
"Xiang Zichen, are you possessed by a ghost?" Huang Qiao looked at him curiously and asked.
"You might as well say that you can't get used to my kindness to you." Xiang Zichen raised his lips and said.
Huang Qiao pursed her lips and said, "You are being beaten around the bush. Don't you just want to torture me? Come on, don't put some smoke bombs with me, it's useless."
Xiang Zichen stood up and smiled: "I am engaging in my revenge. My revenge is to make you fall in love with me, and then I am dumping you and causing you to suffer."
Huang Qiao laughed out loud: "Haha, sorry, Mr. Xiang, I'm afraid you will be disappointed. You are not the type I like, I'm sure I can't fall in love with you."
"This is not necessarily the case, nothing is absolute." Xiang Zichen said as he walked to the bar counter in the office.
He picked up two plates of fried pasta and looked so beautiful. The yellow and white fried eggs were decorated with unique features and looked very appetizing.
Then he picked up the wine glass and stole two glasses of red wine, and brought two small plates of steak. Huang Qiao looked at the delicious lunch and looked at Xiang Zichen in surprise: "Don't tell me, you made these?"
"No, not all, I didn't make red wine." Xiang Zichen said with a smile.
Huang Qiao gave him a blank look, immediately picked up the tableware and ate it. She first cut a piece of steak and put it in her mouth, and then showed a surprised expression: "Xiang Zichen, you should not be the president, you should be an excellent one.
International chef.”
Xiang Zichen couldn't help laughing: "I can understand it, are you praising me?"
"Of course, I am never stingy with delicious food. Although you are a very annoying person, the things you make are delicious." Huang Qiao finished speaking and began to eat pasta.
"Slow down, no one will snatch you." Xiang Zichen saw that Huang Qiao was a little anxious and immediately comforted her. Then he took out a tissue and wiped the oil stains left by the pasta on her mouth.
The tenderness of that moment touched some parts of Huang Qiao's heart...
Once upon a time, she fantasized that there would be a man who could wipe the mili from the corner of her mouth, but she never thought that this person was Xiang Zichen.
It turns out that the demon also has a gentle side...
Looking at Huang Qiao's frozen expression, Xiang Zichen smiled and said, "Do you want me to lick the oil stains for you?"
Huang Qiao immediately came to her senses: "Please, don't break my dream so quickly, okay?"
"From the future, we will have lunch together, I will make it for you. You have to come on time, come for one minute at night, and deduct a day's salary." Xiang Zichen said while eating.
Huang Qiao shook her head helplessly: "This is the true nature of a capitalist."
While the two were talking, Luna suddenly broke into the door: "Mr. Xiang, Stantin has arrived in China and is rushing to the company. It is said that they have to look at the strength of their partners."
"Damn it." Xiang Zichen immediately put down the tableware in his hand, picked up the phone and began to direct everything.
From his nervousness, it can be seen that Stantin should be a very important and important client.
"Qiaoqiao, you can go there first after you have eaten. I have something important to deal with." Xiang Zichen said to Huang Qiao while making a phone call.
Huang Qiao stood up, put away the plate, and asked softly: "Is the Stantin you mentioned the founder of Mark Henry International Holdings Group?"
"Do you know him too?" Xiang Zichen was a little surprised.
"Well, he is an old man with quirks. I have paid attention to their company's luxury perfumes." Huang Qiao replied truthfully.
"So what?" Xiang Zichen didn't understand what Huang Qiao's intention was to say these things.
"I mean I might try to receive her. He is French. I am fluent in French and I am familiar with some of his habits." Huang Qiao volunteered.
"You..." Xiang Zichen was stunned. He didn't expect that Huang Qiao would recommend herself to receive this heavy customer.