Mr. Chen smiled while holding the wine glass and put down the hand holding the wine glass.
Director Lin raised the wine glass in front of Jing Haohao: "Miss Jing, I want to toast you."
Jing carefully avoided Lin Dong's naked eyes, picked up the wine glass with a calm attitude, and clinked it with Director Lin: "Director Lin, here's to you."
After drinking, Jing Haohao still maintained the same posture as before, staring at the delicacies in front of him.
Director Lin turned his head from time to time and asked Jing Haohao something. Every time he spoke, Director Lin came very close to Jing Hao, which made Jing Hao very unnatural.
Afraid of offending Director Lin and losing his job, Jing Haohao had no choice but to deal with it with a distant attitude.
"Miss Jing, how long have you been working for Mr. Chen?" After toasting with a CEO next to him, Director Lin turned his head and stared at Jing Haohao's fair and delicate neck, lingering for a while.
Jing smiled politely and moved slightly to the side, trying to avoid Director Lin's eyes: "It's been more than a month."
"It didn't take long." As Director Lin said, his hand was under the table and quietly stretched to Jing Haohao's waist.
As if he was electrocuted, Jing Hao suddenly moved to the side, reluctantly pulled his lips at Director Lin, and forced out a smile.
Director Lin put his hand on the back of Jing Haohao's chair, and his eyes became slightly pityful. After a while, he said to Jing Haohao again: "Miss Jing, how much salary does Mr. Chen pay you?"
Jing Haohao looked at Director Lin's hand that silently stretched out towards his thigh again, feeling sick in his heart. He didn't want to pay attention to Director Lin, so he said perfunctorily: "I'm sorry, Director Lin, salary and stuff like that...
It’s not allowed to be revealed.”, while moving his legs to the side.
Director Lin failed again, a hint of displeasure appeared in his eyes, and other thoughts emerged, and he said: "Miss Jing, I have learned palmistry, and I am here to help you check your marriage."
With that said, Director Lin directly stretched out his hand, took Jing Haohao's hand, and looked at her palm.
Jing Haohao subconsciously pulled out his hand and accidentally knocked over the glass of wine on the table. There was a burst of noise, which attracted people around him to look over.
"What's going on?" Mr. Chen asked.
She glanced at Mr. Chen awkwardly, but before she could speak, Director Lin said, "Secretary Jing didn't mean it."
Jing Haohao didn't even glance at Director Lin beside him. He just stood up and said hastily: "I'm going to the bathroom."
Then, he bent slightly towards the people at the table, turned around and walked out.
…
No one at the entire dinner table noticed such a small interlude between Jing Haohao and Director Lin. What's more, it's not surprising for these big CEOs to eat some of the little secretaries' tofu. Even if they were discovered, everyone would think so.
It's not a big deal.
However, only good times are an exception.
He had always focused his attention on Jing Haohao.
He also clearly saw the scene where the Wanda boss next to Jing Hao Hao frequently talked to Jing Hao Hao. At that time, he was already very angry. When he grabbed Jing Hao Hao's hand, he subconsciously
He held up the wine glass and wanted to throw it at Director Lin's head, but Jing Haohao quickly pulled out his hand.
Liangchen watched Jing Haohao's figure disappear at the door, then slowly pulled his eyes back and landed on Director Lin's fat body.
