Qiao Zixin was wearing an over-the-knee T-shirt, with a big cartoon character on his chest, in stark contrast to the people in suits and leather shoes at the meeting, and his long coffee-colored hair was messed up by Qiao Zixin and coiled behind his head. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

This series of things that made Qiao Zixin embarrassed were all caused by He Mingyuan, at this time, Qiao Zixin hated He Mingyuan very much, and Qiao Zixin's big eyes stared at He Mingyuan.

He Mingyuan seemed to notice that Qiao Zixin was glaring at him, and glanced up at Qiao Zixin, Qiao Zixin saw He Mingyuan looking up, so he hurriedly lowered his head. He Mingyuan looked at Qiao Zixin's actions and felt very cute, with a hint of a smile in his eyes.

Qiao Zixin pondered in his heart, this He Mingyuan seemed to be a very ambitious person, but he didn't expect him to have such a dark side.

In the eyes of everyone, he is a proud son of heaven and a successful entrepreneur, but I didn't expect him to have such a dark side.

He Mingyuan really used all the methods of rectifying the person on Qiao Zixin.

Qiao Zixin was thinking about how He Mingyuan's business acumen could come up with such a perverted method of rectifying people.

Those who have heard the minutes of the meeting, but have not heard of them, should record how many big words there are in his words.

After the meeting, all the people dispersed, He Mingyuan turned to look at Qiao Zixin, who pouted, "Have you remembered?" A deep voice said.

Qiao Zixin heard He Mingyuan's voice, and the words that came from Qiao Zixin's front immediately replied, "Remember," Qiao Zixin was still sighing at this perverted way of rectifying people.

"How many"

"518 pcs"

"Why are there two missing?"

"Why, I'm very serious, it can't be less. Qiao Zixin was rectified by He Mingyuan, depressed enough, and now he is questioning his IQ, although I don't understand the things in the mall, I still know how to check the number.

Qiao Zixin must seek justice for my own IQ, He Mingyuan looked at it more seriously.

He Mingyuan sighed in his heart, fool, it's 520.

He Mingyuan didn't argue with Qiao Zixin about this, stood up and walked towards his office.

After Qiao Zixin watched He Mingyuan leave, he lost his fighting spirit, "and ignore people," Qiao Zixin muttered.

I was finally able to have dinner, but I didn't eat at noon, and I was hungry for a meeting with them.

At this time, Qiao Zixin happily followed Fang Di and came to the company's restaurant.

Qiao Zixin was reluctant to come to He Mingyuan's company, because all the people in the company were like him, looking like a desperate San Lang.

But the company restaurant is another world, because this is Qiao Zixin's favorite and the only place in the company that she likes.

The chefs are specially hired, and the dishes here are carefully selected and cannot be eaten outside.

After a full meal, Qiao Zixin suddenly remembered that he still had something to say to He Mingyuan, how could he find an opportunity to watch Fang Di cooking for He Mingyuan.

Qiao Zixin had an idea, "You haven't eaten yet, I see that you have eaten very little, you should eat more, I am full, I will send this meal," Qiao Zixin picked up the lunch box that Fang Di had just put on the dining table, and walked towards He Mingyuan's office overjoyed.

Fang Di looked at Qiao Zixin's back, and felt that Qiao Zixin was very abnormal today, usually trying to avoid He Mingyuan, what happened today?

Qiao Zixin was in his heart as he walked, and he was thinking about it, how to say it so that He Mingyuan would not lose his temper and he would be able to leave He Mansion smoothly.

Qiao Zixin knocked on the door and heard no movement inside, Qiao Zixin approached the door, put his ear on the door and listened to the sound inside, until he heard He Mingyuan's voice "Come in,"

Qiao Zixin adjusted his breathing, emboldened himself, and pushed the door in.

Seeing that He Mingyuan was looking down at the information, and he didn't mean to look up at her, the embarrassing atmosphere instantly filled every corner.

"Mr. He, this is your meal," Qiao Zixin broke the silence.

He Mingyuan pointed to an open space on the desk, without even raising his head, Qiao Zixin followed his instructions and put the lunch box on the table.

"You go out!" Qiao Zixin turned around and just left, only to realize why his legs listened to him so much.

Qiao Zixin walked a few steps, stopped, and returned to He Mingyuan's desk.

"Mr. He, I have something to tell you," Qiao Zixin disturbed He Mingyuan to read the information, He Mingyuan was very annoying, He Mingyuan hated it the most, and someone disturbed him when he was working.

He Mingyuan looked up impatiently and stared at Qiao Zixin, and Qiao Zixin saw He Mingyuan with an angry face.

Qiao Zixin thought about it and couldn't say it directly, if he was blasted out, he would have no chance in the future, but he couldn't miss such a good opportunity, it was better to take a warm route.

"Mr. He, although work is important, the body is equally important, so you have to eat when it's time to eat," Qiao Zixin looked very concerned. He Mingyuan didn't expect Qiao Zixin to say this, so he paused and said,

"That's it,"

"Yes, that's it,"

He Mingyuan looked at Qiao Zixin and thought that she really had a lot of tricks.

"Mr. He, you better eat quickly, it's not delicious if it's cold," Qiao Zixin said while secretly observing He Mingyuan's face.

Seeing that He Mingyuan's mood was much better than before, it was not as terrible as just now, I didn't expect that the warmth route card was still played correctly, even if the demon was concerned, he would not be moved, Qiao Zixin is now happy for his intelligence.

A cold voice smashed over Qiao Zixin's head.

"Don't go out yet?" Qiao Zixin walked out of the office after hearing this, the devil is the devil, how can the devil change?

Just as Qiao Zixin was thinking about the next step at the door.

A girl wearing a white skirt and a ponytail came over and said to Qiao Zixin, "Have you been kicked out by Mr. He?"

Qiao Zixin looked at the girl in front of her and wanted to say no, but she was indeed kicked out, Qiao Zixin nodded, indicating that she was right.

"Mr. He, you don't let people into his office when you work, so it's normal for you to be kicked out," the girl looked very experienced.

"You're his secretary, right?"

"Yes, to be He Mingyuan's secretary, you must understand his habits, we must all remember all his habits, as long as you make a mistake, you will leave immediately. The girl continued.

After the meal, a few girls dressed in suits and delicate faces walked in, glanced at Qiao Zixin, and then returned to their seats to work.

Qiao Zixin remembered that when she was a secretary here, the few people she saw were no longer there, and they should have all changed.