Gu Jingting was a little unhappy. Xiang Chen happened to come in to deliver documents. He glanced at Song Qiao and called her, "Don't just sit here, go and make me a cup of coffee."
Song Qiao put down her phone, thinking she hadn't heard clearly. She pointed at herself and looked at him inquiringly.
"Why, no?" Gu Jingting asked matter-of-factly.
Of course, you can, this is on someone else's territory, and you have to ask him to do things.
only……
Song Qiao's eyes fell on the two cups of coffee that had barely been touched in front of him. He pointed at them and asked, "You haven't finished drinking these yet. Do you want new ones?"
Gu Jingting's eyes flashed with undisguised disgust, "I can't get used to drinking."
That's right, after all, the dignified Mr. Gu usually drinks all kinds of hand-ground coffee, not the instant coffee sold outside, Song Qiao thought, still feeling a little angry in his heart.
She didn't bother to argue, so she got up and walked out. Within a few steps, she thought of something, suddenly turned around, walked to the desk, picked up a cup of coffee, and took a sip in front of Gu Jingting.
Song Qiao lowered his head, met Gu Jingting's eyes, raised his lips and smiled, "It doesn't matter, I'm used to drinking."
It still costs dozens of dollars anyway. She just threw all the money she earned into the hospital. She is very poor now and cannot waste it.
Gu Jingting almost laughed angrily at her picking and searching. He leaned back and leaned on the back of the chair, "If I remember correctly, you brought this coffee to me?"
When Song Qiao heard the rhetorical question, she vaguely felt an ominous premonition. She was secretly vigilant and answered cautiously, "Yes..."
"In that case, then this coffee is mine." Gu Jingting narrowed his eyes, "Now you drank my coffee without my consent, how do you settle the score?"
What logic is this?
Song Qiao's eyes widened, almost convinced by Gu Jingting's gangster-like logic.
She obviously bought the coffee, but it ended up being turned around in his mouth and became his property. Now she actually wants to settle a score with her.
No wonder the Gu family has become so big, I'm afraid it was all planned by Gu Jingting.
Song Qiao gritted his teeth, held the coffee cup and asked, "What do you want?"
"From tomorrow on, come over and make me coffee at noon every day." Gu Jingting said, "You drank my coffee, and now it's fair to give it back with coffee."
Song Qiao didn't even think about it, "No, I have to go back to the set for filming soon, and I don't have time."
Gu Jingting had already expected that she would refuse and directly proposed a solution, "It doesn't matter. I can ask Xiang Chen to pick it up from the set every day. It's not far away anyway."
"..."
Song Qiao was speechless.
Asking an assistant with an annual salary of several million to run back and forth every day just to get a cup of coffee is really a waste of resources, and he is not afraid of complaints from the people under him.
As for rejection, Song Qiao had no chance to say it.
After all, Gu Jingting had gone to this point and clearly didn't give her the right to shake her head and say no.
She had no choice but to acquiesce and follow Xiang Chen to the tea room to make coffee. Before leaving, Song Qiao looked at the coffee she had just taken a sip of and completely lost her appetite.
If I had known earlier, I would rather waste these dozens of dollars than ask for trouble.
Song Qiao put the coffee back on the table.
When she came to the tea room, she looked at various tools and casually asked Xiang Chen beside her, "Assistant Xiang, what kind of coffee does Mr. Gu usually like to drink?"
Xiang Chen guessed that Song Qiao wouldn't be able to make it, so he simply answered her, "Just make a latte. Add more milk and sugar, but don't make it too sweet."
Gu Jingting has a hidden hobby. He likes to eat sweet things, but he doesn't want to eat things that are too sweet. Therefore, it is difficult for those who do it to control the sweetness level.
Sometimes he is lucky and the food is just to his liking, and he will be in a better mood, and they will also feel better.
If they don't do well, Gu Jingting won't be picky. It's just that it all depends on their own luck, such as reporting work on the day.
After listening to the request, Song Qiao secretly complained that Gu Jingting had too many things to do. She got a little familiar with the equipment and started preparing directly.
Xiang Chen looked at her familiar movements and was a little surprised, "Miss Song, can you make coffee?"
Song Qiao responded, "Well, it's simple, no problem."
She had previously filmed a modern drama in which she played the role of a barista.
In order to be realistic, Song Qiao went to the master to learn for three months. Not to mention how good he was at it, but he was also good at ordinary extraction and latte art.
"It seems that Mr. Gu is in a good mood." Xiang Chen said with a smile.
He was really relieved. Originally, based on Mr. Gu's injury, he should have stayed in the hospital for two more days to recover, but for some reason this morning, he had to come to the company first.
Xiang Chen couldn't stop him and thought he was just paying attention to business. He was sighing at his boss's dedication when he saw Song Qiao coming. What else didn't he understand?
He secretly sighed in his heart that Gu Jingting worked so hard to pursue someone, which really impressed him.
Someone's face flashed before Song Qiao's eyes, and she felt a little depressed. Although she was prepared to be ripped off when she came, she didn't expect that he would really slip into every crack and make her plans clear.
She moved quickly and quickly made a latte. Since she couldn't decide what Gu Jingting's taste would be, she simply added sugar and milk according to her own preference.
Song Qiao returned to the office with the coffee, "Let's have a try."
Gu Jingting took the cup, took a sip, and suddenly raised his eyes to look at her, "Did you make this coffee yourself?"
"Of course." Song Qiao thought his question was a bit strange, "Who else would it be?"
He personally said that he wanted to make coffee by himself. Is there anyone else who can help?
Gu Jingting didn't speak, his eyes became much warmer. He lowered his head and took another sip. The fragrant coffee entered his throat, with a faint milky aroma and sweetness, and the sweetness was just right.
Song Qiao stood at the table and waited for a moment. Before the man could say anything, he planned to go back to the sofa and sit down. When he turned sideways, he saw the coffee on the corner of the table. After hesitating for a moment, he gritted his teeth and took it.
Anyway, the price has been paid. If you don't drink now, you would be a fool.
"Wait a minute." Gu Jingting said.
Song Qiao paused, and quickly retracted her hand on the coffee. Her eyes widened, like a frightened kitten, and she looked at him warily, "I haven't drunk it yet, don't tell me, even touch it."
Neither works."
Gu Jingting was amused and said quietly, "The coffee is yours, you can do with it whatever you want."
Oh, it seems that I have no intention of continuing to be evil-minded to the end.
Song Qiao muttered and asked, "Then what else do you want?"
Gu Jingting rubbed his temples with one hand. Under the sunlight, the edges of his slender fingers were slightly transparent, looking like fine white jade.
He closed his eyes slightly, his brows showing visible fatigue, "I'm a little tired, please come over and help me read these documents."
Hearing this, Song Qiao stepped back subconsciously. She shook her head, "Mr. Gu, this involves your company's secrets. It doesn't seem right for me to just read it."
