Her words were full of pleading, which made Grandma Li feel very distressed.
"Don't worry, Mianmian, I, an old woman, will definitely not say anything. You can come back tomorrow without worry, and I will continue to say the same thing as last night."
"Okay, thank you."
Jiang Yimian warned her daughter a few more words before hanging up the phone and letting out a long sigh of relief.
Just as he picked up the water glass and prepared to drink water to moisten his throat, the door handle was turned at the same time, and Zhao Jingyan's deep voice came: "Mianmian."
Jiang Yimian raised her eyes and saw him standing at the door of the office, his eyes deep and gentle.
"What do you want to eat?" Zhao Jingyan walked into the secretary's office and asked warmly.
Hearing this, Jiang Yimian shook his head slightly: "Anything is fine."
Zhao Jingyan lowered his eyes and looked at her, his eyes a little complicated, but in the end he didn't say anything more.
The food was delivered quickly, and Jiang Yimian sat in the president's office, looking at the table full of dishes, his eyes flashing slightly.
"Not to your taste?" Zhao Jingyan asked in a low voice, seeing her hesitate to move her chopsticks.
Jiang Yimian reached out and picked up the chopsticks and said quietly: "No."
After finishing the meal, the atmosphere in the office was very gloomy.
Zhao Jingyan's heart was filled with rare satisfaction.
After finishing lunch, Jiang Yimian put down his chopsticks. After hesitating for a long time, he asked warmly: "Zhao Jingyan, I want to go back to get something tomorrow."
"Okay, I'll accompany you." Zhao Jingyan paused for a moment, then responded.
When Jiang Yimian heard this, his hands hanging on his sides slowly clenched, but in the end he just nodded.
The setting sun is setting in the west, and the afterglow shines on the room.
Looking down from the window of the 21st floor office building, the ground is covered with thin leaves, and pedestrians are slowing down in unison.
Jiang Yimian held the folder in his arms and stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the autumn scenery of Beijing.
I couldn't help but feel a little startled.
The sound of high-heeled shoes was heard in the distance. Jiang Yimian returned to his thoughts and walked to the president's office holding the documents.
The moment she pushed open the glass door of the secretary's office, she saw the exquisite secretary, who was different from her ordinary white dress.
The delicate secretary had bare legs on a subzero autumn day and was wearing a coat wrapped in a professional skirt.
The moment she turned around, Xu Qingli's exquisite body curves were also displayed in front of her. She had a standard face with oval seeds, red eyes, and red lips. She slowly raised a smile: "You are Mr. Zhao's life secretary, Miss Jiang, right?
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Jiang Yimian pursed her lips and smiled, nodded, stretched out her hand and said warmly: "Hello, Mr. Zhao is in the office, please come over here."
Qin recently took the initiative to contact Zhao and wanted to discuss a scientific and technological cooperation project with Zhao. However, the twists and turns are not difficult to understand. It is simply that Qin’s working capital is insufficient, so she thought of cooperating with Zhao and borrowed the money.
This will increase their own profits, but their approach obviously does not conform to Zhao's interests.
The boss of the Qin family knows this very well, so in recent months, he has sent small gifts from time to time to please Mr. Zhao.
It's just that these small gifts were eventually divided among the people in the secretary's office.
Who makes Mr. Zhao look down on them?
Jiang Yimian took the exquisite secretary to the door of Zhao Jingyan's office and knocked gently on the door.
When she heard the response from inside, she turned slightly to signal the delicate secretary to go in first.
The exquisite secretary nodded slightly, pushed the door politely, walked to the desk, handed the folder in his arms to Zhao Jingyan, who was sitting on the office chair and immersed in reviewing documents: "Mr. Zhao, I will give you what you want.
It’s all ready for you.”
Zhao Jingyan took the folder and flipped through it casually: "Thank you for your hard work. You can go back first. If you have anything to do in the future, just contact my life secretary directly."
Jiang Yimian smiled warmly: "Hello, my name is Jiang Yimian."
The exquisite secretary ignored Zhao Jingyan, but looked at the man in front of her with clear eyes, and whispered softly: "Mr. Zhao, we, Mr. Qin, would like to have a dinner with you tonight, and we hope you can give me face."
You can guess Qin's motives during tonight's dinner without even thinking about it. This chapter has been completed!