Of course, the private information about Tang Yuwei was first-hand information given to her by the old lady.

The purpose is to help Li Beiting promote the fire at a critical moment, to contribute to his preferences, and to promote good things.

But Song Yan definitely cannot tell Li Beiting about these. Otherwise, she will not only lose her job, but the old lady will not even hold a warm check... will also become a passing cloud.

She lowered her eyes to cover up the unnatural slightest in her eyes, and casually dusted the dust from the gray suit, tidied up her clothes, and stood straight with a small and elegant figure.

"Because I like Miss Tang."

The cold and sharp eyes were like a sharp blade piercing Song Yan, with doubts and scrutiny.

Song Yan was sweating coldly behind her back, and she continued to lie: "So she knew Miss Tang's various loves and dislikes, such as she liked roses and hated eating garlic, and for example--"

"Yeah?"

Li Beiting stared at her, interrupting her, his voice with a little chill.

Obviously he doesn't believe this statement.

Song Yan swallowed his saliva and clenched his palms that were oozing cold sweat, "Miss Tang is beautiful, then, who won't be moved..."

"What are you nervous about?" A pair of deep eyes seemed to be able to see through everything.

"Miss Tang, after all, you are with the president..." Song Yan raised his eyes and his eyes gradually became firm. "In front of his master, love is bullshit!"

After saying that, she raised her lips and showed a pleasing smile, waiting for the man in front of her to make a judgment.

But Li Beiting's gaze was still staring at her, and there was no ups and downs in her dark eyes, as deep as this, as if she had already analyzed all her inner thoughts.

Song Yan was restless.

It's over... Li Beiting is not a fool. How could he be fooled by her in a few words?

Li Beiting hates women first, and hates being deceived second.

Just as Song Yan was ready to be fired, Li Beiting slowly stood up, stepped forward with his long legs.

"President!"

Leave her here and ignore her, are you really going to quit her... How to compensate for the broken antique?

Song Yan was in tears and was stunned.

"Can I drive back by myself?" Li Beiting suddenly stepped and turned around.

In an instant, a heavy stone hanging in his heart fell down, and Song Yan immediately grinned.

"I'll drive, I'll drive!"

Back at the villa, Song Yan took the suit jacket that Li Beiting had thrown over as usual, and then watched him step onto the stairs.

When the sound of Li Beiting's bedroom closed, Song Yan began to take care of the coat with remaining warmth on his hand.

"Gu—Gu—"

As soon as I hung up the flat suit, my stomach rang out in a bad mood.

Song Yan rubbed her abdomen, and she was frightened by the meal at night. She hadn't moved her chopsticks for a few times and was already hungry.

She looked at the closed door of the bedroom upstairs, took off her coat and walked towards the kitchen.

Open the innermost layer of the cabinet, take out the last bag of instant noodles I had hidden, and put it in the pot.

Li Beiting forbids her to eat any food with a irritating smell at home, so Song Yan looked upstairs again, but there was still no movement.

Then he happily took out the eggs, skillfully peeled them and beat them into the pot.

A few minutes later, a strong smell spread in the room. Song Yan walked out of the kitchen with a bowl of hot instant noodles. As soon as he sat on the sofa, he suddenly-

The door to the bedroom upstairs is opened.

It's true that it's a book...

Song Yan stared at the noodles on the coffee table and was crying without tears. She pulled a newspaper randomly to block the noodles bowl, but the man's slender legs had already appeared in her after her light.

She stood up and put her hands behind her back to crumple the newspaper into a ball.

"I'll go and pour it out right away!"

Song Yan lowered his head, not daring to look up at Li Beiting's face, and quickly picked up the bowl and ran to the kitchen.

The aroma of instant noodles filled the nose, and the stomach and intestines moaned hungry again. She looked into the bowl reluctantly, but felt like a ray of light on her back.

She turned around slowly and tentatively met the bottomless black eyes. She saw his thin lips tightly closed, her eyes locked on the bowl of instant noodles, and her face was filled with an unpredictable look.

What kind of eyes are like this? Isn't you paying her again?

If you deduct the bonus and your salary, your younger brother's treatment fee will be really unaffordable!

Song Yan's heart tightened, his legs became weak, and he almost knelt on the ground. He suddenly spoke and interrupted the silence in the room: "If you want to kill or cut, you can do whatever you want, as long as you don't touch my salary!"

She gritted her teeth and prepared to be punished.

Li Beiting pondered for a moment, raised his eyes, and opened his tightly closed lips slightly: "Give me a bowl too."

"yes!"

She had no time to think and responded quickly.

Just as Song Yan raised her foot and was about to go to the private place to get instant noodles, she was stunned.

Come... come Xiba!

This is the last bowl!

She held up the porcelain bowl with both hands, squinted her eyes and smiled at Li Beiting, and presented the instant noodles to him with her legs, as if a loyal minister was tribute to the king with rare treasures.

"You eat first..."

Li Beiting calmly picked up the chopsticks with his slender fingers, picked up a surface and put it into his mouth, and behaved elegantly.

Song Yan rubbed his warm little hands and swallowed his saliva.

“It took too long to cook and it tasted bad.”

Li Beiting frowned slightly, took a bite of the egg, with a slightly disgusting expression on his face, "I'm not familiar."

He put down his chopsticks and wiped the corners of his mouth with a scarf, as cold as this.

Being a bodyguard for the Li family not only requires a part-time driver, but also requires superb cooking skills?

"I'm not a chef. Besides, I'm a big man, it's normal to cook this way..." Song Yan complained in a low voice.

Li Beiting raised his eyes and chuckled, turned around and walked upstairs.

Is it finished?

Song Yan was stunned, Li Beiting took a few bites and wasted! Corruption! Evil capitalism!

He doesn't eat it, he eats it himself!

A flash of light flashed in his eyes, and Song Yan looked at the bowl of steaming instant noodles like a wolf, and picked it up and stuffed it into his mouth a few times!

The delicious food was chewing in the mouth, and suddenly a sound came from the upstairs-

"Don't you think it's dirty?"

Song Yan was so scared that she almost threw away the porcelain bowl with a trembling hand. When she raised her eyes, she saw Li Beiting who turned around at some point, staring at her with complicated eyes.

Always caught off guard... If her life was either sacrificed to protect him, she would have been scared to death by him!

After standing firmly, Song Yan looked into the bowl and subconsciously replied: "What's dirty?"

She has no cleanliness.

"Hmm?" Li Beiting raised his eyebrows.

Song Yan swallowed his saliva, reluctant to put down the face in his hand, and looked at Li Beiting with watery eyes, "President, I really want to eat it."

After saying that, he continued to stuff it into his mouth.

“Eat.”

Leaving these two words, Li Beiting turned around and walked into the bedroom and bent his lips, with a hint of unhidden smile in his eyes. He took out his cell phone and sent a text message to the financial supervisor:

"Song Yan's bonus is still there."
Chapter completed!