Cheng Chanjuan wore exquisite makeup and pulled up her hair, revealing her long, snow-white neck, which was very attractive. "I made it myself, and it tastes good. Thank you for giving me this job. I will work hard."
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Yihan said calmly, "This is my mommy's wish. There is no need to thank me."
Cheng Chanjuan showed a shy smile, shy but grateful, "I want to thank Mrs. Ouyang, but you also want to thank me. My craftsmanship is really good, you can try it."
Yihan was in a bad mood and had no appetite for breakfast. "I've eaten, thank you."
There was deep disappointment on Cheng Chanjuan's face, and it seemed like she had made a huge mistake by rejecting her.
She smiled gently and said, "Then I will bring it to you tomorrow, so you can sleep a little longer in the morning."
"No need." Yihan coldly dropped the word and quickly entered the special elevator.
Xiaoxin, who was working together in the same class, came over curiously, "What is your relationship with Mr. Ouyang?"
Everyone was curious about Mr. Ouyang who suddenly appeared, but he was very tight-lipped and couldn't find out anything.
Cheng Chanjuan's face turned red, "It's hard to say."
The blusher she blushes, the more curious others become.
"Just tell me, I won't tell anyone else."
Xiaoxin had never seen that scene that day, but had only heard a few things about it. She was from a pitiful background. She was an old acquaintance of Mr. Ouyang, and was also an employee personally named by Mrs. Ouyang.
Everyone passed it around, but it has long been out of shape.
She saw with her own eyes the scene where Cheng Chanjuan came over to deliver breakfast and Mr. Ouyang declined. This should be a sign of love between men and women.
But that's right, there are so many female employees in the company who have a crush on Mr. Ouyang that they can't even be counted.
Cheng Chanjuan smiled sweetly, "No, he has always been a male chauvinist and doesn't like women to talk too much. I still listen to him and don't cause him trouble."
The tone is very intimate, like a close lover.
Xiaoxin exclaimed, "Ah, are you..."
Although she acted surprised, she didn't think it was true.
Mr. Ouyang can have any kind of woman he wants, so why do he need an insignificant receptionist?
Cheng Chanjuan became even more shy, "Don't make blind guesses."
Xiaoxin got goosebumps all over her body. Do you want to pretend to be innocent?
"But I heard that Mr. Ouyang is going to marry the eldest lady of the Leng family. They are a perfect match. The prince and the princess are a perfect match."
Cheng Chanjuan was stunned, "I don't want to last forever, I just want to have something for a while."
Xiaoxin sneered in her heart, "Everyone has his own destiny, so you have to accept it."
Accept your fate? A trace of ridicule flashed in Cheng Chanjuan's eyes, can you accept your fate? No!
At noon, Cheng Chanjuan walked up to the top floor with a pink thermos bottle in hand, ignoring other people's gazes.
The top floor is the office of the chairman and general manager. The president's office and the general manager's secretary's office are both on this floor, which can be said to be the power center of the company.
The people who come and go are the best of the best.
Everyone looked at Cheng Chanjuan curiously as she walked in. A secretary stepped forward to stop her, "What's the matter? You can't come in or out at will."
Cheng Chanjuan smiled and said, "I'm looking for money for the secretary."
Everyone was stunned. Secretary Qian was the secretary to the general manager. He was in his fifties and his son had graduated from college. Did he become a prostitute at the end of his life? He had an affair with this woman?
She's good-looking, and she knows how to dress up, but it's not good to be so high-profile, right?
Everyone's blood factor was completely aroused, and they were all waiting to see the excitement.