What a rational and rigid person Leng Yunlin is, he has experienced it clearly in the past ten years.
He would never do such a thing. If it really happened, it would be unprecedented!
She is the first person who can make Leng Yunlin ignore work in the office to such an extent!
The surprise was only for a moment. The next second, he immediately hid his emotions, bowed and said: "President, we have a meeting at 3:30, in the club on the top floor of Roman Holiday."
"I know, go ahead and get ready."
There was a brief silence in the office. When Mu Qingyu was about to speak, Leng Yunlin had already taken his suit jacket from the hanger next to him.
"Want to go out?" Mu Qingyu saw his movements and immediately stood up to meet him.
"Yes." Leng Yunlin was already fully dressed, with a silver suit, a linen shirt, and his neat hairstyle, making him look like a successful man who was in charge.
"Then I..."
He glanced at her. This woman, in just an instant, had returned from being charming and enchanting to being calm and cool.
Working and "serving" him changed so quickly that he was a little surprised by her good "professional quality".
But, it's not enough.
It is obviously not enough for an excellent secretary to just take care of his private life and handle official business.
He frowned, but then, as if he remembered something, there was an evil smile on his face: "Follow me."
Is she really a woman willing to play games?
—— Or should I say that everything she did, including throwing herself into his arms last night, insisting on asking for the 30% deposit, and just giving in half-heartedly, was all for his "treating her differently"
?
Since she wanted the 30% advance, she had to show him whether she had the skills and was worth the price!
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"Yunlin, where are we going?"
Sitting in the back seat of his car, Mu Qingyu asked with some confusion.
"You'll know when you get there!" Leng Yunlin leaned lazily on the sofa, wrapping his arms around the woman's waist and keeping her close to his chest, with a calculating light shining in his eyes.
"I just want to make some preparations for the next work!" She felt slightly uneasy in her heart, but she still couldn't guess what he was thinking.
"That's it..." The ending sound was long, as if accompanied by a lazy and frivolous aftertaste. Leng Yunlin's slender fingers gently stroked his chin, as if he was thinking. Then, his eyes
He circulated and focused on her without any emotion at all, as if she was just an experimental subject placed on the podium for random observation, and he was just trying to study it.
"Yeah." He nodded, "Your clothes are indeed not suitable-"
Mu Qingyu was wearing a white shirt on top, a one-step skirt on the bottom, stockings close to her skin tone, and black high-heeled shoes - the most typical ol outfit, which really made everyone stand out.
Leng Yunlin gently snapped his fingers: "Yaoyun, go to the third floor of Rome International first. I have to pick out some clothes for her."
Cheng Yaoyun, who was driving, nodded, his expression as calm as ever, as if he was accustomed to all this.
Mu Qingyu raised her eyes and looked at his evil smile and ruthless profile. She vaguely felt that this journey would not be smooth, and her heart was gradually sinking.