Being stared at by Sheng Zhiyu, Jiao Yaqing felt unnatural all over, especially his deep and cold eyes.
"Che Yaqing! Bring me the coffee," Sheng Zhiyu said indifferently and put down the cup of coffee in his hand.
Jiao Muqing felt the blazing light of the secretary next to Sheng Zhiyu. She knew that it was anger.
Sheng Zhiyu took the coffee from Jiao Yuqing's hand. When he took the coffee, he gently touched her finger with his slender fingers.
Sheng Zhiyu clearly felt that she was stiff at that moment.
His deep eyes darkened again. He stared at Jiao Yaqing and gently tasted the coffee she made.
As soon as the coffee entered her mouth, she tasted a little bitter at first. There was nothing added in the coffee, followed by a sweet taste.
It had to be said that she was good at making tea.
"In the future, you will make coffee for me. You still need this kind of smell," Sheng Zhiyu said lightly.
As soon as he finished speaking, he looked down at his documents as if there was no one around him.
Jiao Yuqing stood there in a daze. What was she going to do?
They didn't know whether to advance or retreat.
Jiao Yuqing stood there in a daze for two hours.
Until she got off work at noon, her legs were numb. It seemed that it was really not easy to be a secretary.
However, for the sake of the monthly salary of 30,000, she endured it.
"Mengxin, you can go now. Jiao Yaqing, go and make me a cup of coffee!" When Jiao Yuqing was imagining getting off work, Sheng Zhiyu suddenly opened his mouth coldly.
Sheng Zhiyu didn't even raise his head.
Jiao Yuqing was stunned. It was time to get off work. Why didn't he let her go?
Although she was unhappy, she still made coffee for Sheng Zhiyu.
When he came in, Sheng Zhiyu had already packed up the documents and was ready to go out.
He glanced at Jiao Yuqing's hot figure, and the corners of his mouth curved into an imperceptible smile.
"I don't want to drink coffee anymore. Come with me to a banquet." Sheng Zhiyu walked out while talking, completely ignoring the stunned expression on Jiao Yuqing's face.
At this moment, Jiao Yuqing was so angry that she wanted to shake off the wine glass in her hand.
"What's wrong with this man? I'm not his girlfriend. Why would I attend his banquet?"
Why did she feel that the president was mysterious? Should she think about whether she should stay here and work again?
"If you take part in the banquet, you'll have to pay a thousand per hour."
Sure enough, as soon as Sheng Zhiyu finished his words, Jiao Yuqing ran after him.
One thousand per hour. In this way, she would have three thousand in three hours?
A smile immediately appeared on Jiao Yaqing's face, and she quickly followed him.
"Mr. Sheng, can we cut off the time limit now?"
It was better to get the money as soon as possible. What if he forgot to admit it?
The corner of Sheng Zhiyu's mouth curved into a cold arc, and he suddenly turned around.
However, it never occurred to her that he would suddenly turn around.
It was too late for her to stop, so her head suddenly hit his strong chest.
"If you want to throw yourself into my arms, it won't be too late later. You can play a good show with me, and there will be additional rewards." His voice was low and tempting.
There was a flash of light in Sheng Zhiyu's deep eyes.
Since she liked money so much, he would give it to her. However, she had to make some sacrifices to get the money.
Jiao Yuqing's eyes widened as she stared at the handsome face in front of her.
She could smell the faint scent of lemon on his body, which was very pleasant. In a trance, she was addicted to it and could not help but nod.
In Jiao Yaqing's mind, she couldn't help but think of the night six years ago.