Zhao Dong couldn't get used to his face, so he guessed that he must have gone in to make a report just now. As for the reason, he knew it without even thinking about it.
He must have seen him getting close to Kong Yue and came out to cause trouble out of jealousy.
Zhao Dong snorted coldly in his heart, but still smiled like a spring breeze on his face, "Yes, there is a happy event. I will invite Team Leader Han to drink the wedding wine with Kong Yue another day!"
Team Leader Han suddenly changed his expression. He expected that Zhao Dong and Kong Yue had an unusual relationship, but he did not expect that their relationship would develop so quickly that they would even be discussing marriage!
Kong Yue was also dumbfounded on the spot, her chest was like a deer breaking into her chest, jumping "dong dong dong" non-stop.
Zhao Dong laughed, patted Team Leader Han on the shoulder and said, "Team Leader Han, I'm joking with you. Look, you take it seriously. How can I be worthy of Secretary Kong?"
Team Leader Han wanted to say that you just know, but before he could open his mouth, he felt the big hand on his shoulder was like an iron pliers, clamping his shoulder blade hard, and his face changed in pain.
However, Zhao Dong smiled like a spring breeze, making it difficult for people to see any flaws.
Team leader Han couldn't help but break his teeth and swallow it in his stomach. He managed a few words and left in a hurry.
Zhao Dong was puzzled and stared at his back and said: "Xiaoyue, this little guy named Han is a villain. If he dares to try on you again in the future, just tell me and I will take care of him!"
Kong Yue was still stunned. When she heard Zhao Dong repeat, she nodded hurriedly, "Ah...I know..."
Zhao Dong focused all his attention on how to deal with Section Chief Jiang, and did not notice the flash of disappointment on Kong Yue's face.
As the knock on the door rang, someone quickly answered the door.
"Please come in!"
Zhao Dong tasted it. It was a very clear female voice. Judging from the voice, she was not very old.
The two entered the room, and Kong Yue quickly returned to normal. With a professional smile, she said in a neither humble nor overbearing tone: "Chief Jiang, this is Zhao Dong. I'm here to take him through the personnel process."
"Oh, are you Zhao Dong?"
Section Chief Jiang, who had been crouching at his desk, raised his head and looked at Zhao Dong.
Zhao Dong also looked over. No one spoke, but their eyes collided in the air!
Zhao Dong was a little surprised. He originally thought that Section Chief Jiang would be a sarcastic middle-aged woman with a fat body, wavy hair, and a thick accent when she spoke.
When I took a closer look, I found that it was very different from the picture I imagined in my mind.
The Section Chief Jiang in front of me is slender and has exquisite short shawl hair. He is not ugly, but rather beautiful.
Although she didn't stand up, she intuitively felt a little taller than Section Chief Wang, and she looked capable and capable, and her movements revealed the unique charm of a mature woman.
If I had to describe it, it would be "full of charm".
Zhao Dong finally summed it up in one sentence: the other party is a very sophisticated professional female white-collar worker, and has nothing to do with the mean female leader he originally imagined.
Section Chief Jiang did not hesitate to praise and said, "Are you Zhao Dong? I have often heard people mention you these days. You are indeed extraordinary! I never expected that our Imperial Garden Security Department has such a spirited young man!"
Her words were not all compliments. She had seen many of the security guards under the Imperial Garden, and there were many who were stronger and stronger than Zhao Dong. However, Zhao Dong gave her a very special feeling.
Although he doesn't speak much, his eyes are very expressive and can be remembered by just one glance!
Section Chief Jiang's tone was soft and soft. Zhao Dong felt like a breath of fresh air listening to her words. Instead of relaxing, Zhao Dong felt inexplicably nervous.
His intuition told him that this was no simple opponent.