Chapter 87 Maybe it’s a shame

Author: Pure Eleven

Chapter 87 Maybe it’s a shame

Si Nian secretly breathed a sigh of relief and nodded towards Yan Dong.

Yan Dong put one hand on the railing and put the other on his waist. He took two steps in place, thought for a while, raised his hand and knocked on the railing before speaking.

"There is a big shot in my office, Yang Ding. Those of you who study finance should all know this."

When Si Nian nodded, Yan Dong stretched out his hand and rubbed his face and continued: "You can think of a way to delay him for a while, such as admiring him and asking him for some professional knowledge. In short, the longer the delay, the better, understand?"

In the cold winter, I have even thought of a reason.

This was not the first time that Si Nian entered Yan Dong's office. She had been here with Yuan Mengjia last time.

She also knew Xiao Liu from the secretariat at the door of the office.

After briefly saying hello and explaining his purpose of coming, Si Nian was thrust into a tray with a cup of coffee on it.

From the wafting smell, you can tell it is black coffee.

"Is there any Maojian that's best brewed in a tureen?" Si Nian asked, not picking up the tray at hand.

Xiao Liu's hand holding the tray paused, and he looked at Sinian suspiciously.

After understanding what she meant, he said: "Mr. Yan, there is one on the tea table, in a jar with a white sticker,...it seems there is no tureen." Xiao Liu rolled his eyes in his eye sockets, and nodded firmly.

"Then there's no need for that." Si Nian reached out to block the delivered tray. After finishing his words, he already turned the door handle of Yan Dong's office with his right hand.

In the severe winter, the office is very large and has a dedicated rest area.

At this time, Yang Ding was sitting on the black leather double sofa in the rest area. One arm was naturally draped on the back of the sofa, folded together on his left leg, and the index and middle fingers of the other hand were together and tapping rhythmically.

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Yang Ding's sharp eyes looked at the person who came in. When he found out that he was just an ordinary employee wearing a black uniform and a white shirt, his eyes that he wanted to withdraw became complicated after seeing the face of the person.

The little girl has a fair face, without any decoration, but has red lips and white teeth. She wears the most ordinary ponytail. Even the color of the leather case is consistent with the color of her hair, without any deliberate decoration.

But it was this similar face that reminded him of a person.

As soon as Si Nianfu entered the door, he noticed that the look he was looking at seemed too strong, so he stepped forward and said to him with a professional smile.

"Hello Mr. Yang, I'll make you a cup of tea."

As soon as she entered the door, Si Nian had already taken a quick look around. She had figured out the location of the tea table and the places where the kettle and cups were placed, so she didn't look shy when walking over, but felt very familiar.

During the whole operation, the office was very quiet, and the two of them didn't say anything else.

Si Nian is just a little secretary at best, just here to make tea, and with Yang Ding's identity, he will naturally not lose his worth.

Two minutes later, Si Nian made the tea, walked over and put it on the coffee table opposite Yang Ding.

After recovering from the initial surprise, Yang Ding's eyes were as calm as water.

"Xinyang Maojian?" Yang Ding raised his eyebrows and stared at the green glass tea cup in front of him.

A smell similar to the fragrance of chestnuts filled the air.

Si Nian glanced at the tea table, confirmed the words on the white tea box, and pointed in that direction.

"It says White Horse Hair Tip, and the taste is similar. Maybe I wore it."

He does not deny the other party's speculation.

"Oh?" Yang Ding questioned. When he picked up the tea cup, his eyes fell on the fingers that had not yet fallen down in front of him.

She has fairer skin than the average person, her fingers are slender but round and cute, and her neatly manicured nails are white and red.

After seeing too many manicures with various colors, patterns and patterns that are deliberately decorated, the most original beauty is more attractive.

I'm so happy to see some old book friends here. Welcome!
Chapter completed!