Yang Peifeng is Zhao Hairong's right-hand man.

Everyone in the company tacitly agreed that he would be the next general manager.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Hairong personally assigned him to be an assistant to a little girl who knew nothing.

How could he accept this when he was about to be promoted?

Of course, he didn't dare to show his displeasure to Song Xijiao openly, but he was not usually too attentive to her either.

Song Xijiao had never made things difficult for him, and the two of them had always maintained a distant relationship between superiors and subordinates.

In the tea room, Yang Peifeng poured the ground coffee powder into the coffee machine and pressed the start button. Two men from the technical department were standing next to the water dispenser, and their voices were a bit loud.

"Brother Pei, what was President Zhao thinking? She actually let that little girl come to the company and asked you to be her assistant. Is she worthy of it?"

Yang Peifeng stared at the coffee in the coffee machine slowly flowing into the coffee cup, his eyes flashing.

"Yeah, I don't know what Mr. Zhao thinks."

"Brother Feng, do you need me to help you vent your anger?"

Yang Peifeng didn't say anything, picked up the coffee, turned around and walked towards the office.

"How are you going to vent my anger?"

"I'll find a chance to teach her a lesson."

"Don't overdo it."

"Don't worry, I know my limits."

Yang Peifeng returned to the office and placed the coffee in front of Song Xijiao.

"Mr. Song, your coffee."

"Thanks."

Song Xijiao picked up the coffee and took a sip, frowned, and spat out all the coffee in her mouth with a "puff".

Oh……

"Assistant Yang, this coffee tastes quite unique, worthy of being brewed by you. I want to take it home and treasure it."

What it means is: I will remember this taste, don’t try to put the blame on the coffee, I will ask someone to test the composition of the coffee grounds later.

Yang Peifeng's expression changed slightly. He put his fingers through the cup's ears, held the bottom of the cup with his palm facing upwards, and said slowly:

"Mr. Song, I'm sorry. I'll make you another cup."

Song Xijiao spread out the fingers of her right hand, placed them on the coffee cup, bent her index finger, and tapped it twice, neither lightly nor heavily.

On the ring finger of her left hand is a wedding ring from the Boucheron Quatre Radiant series, and on her right wrist is a full-diamond watch from the Vacheron Constantin 9852 series.

Yang Peifeng's eyes flashed.

"No need. I suddenly wanted to try a different kind of coffee, and this one made by Special Assistant Yang is just what I want."

Song Xijiao pulled the coffee cup in front of her with her left hand, pinched the upper edge of the cup handle with her right hand, and raised her index finger to avoid contact with the rim of the cup.

He bent the first knuckle of his index finger, pressed it against the rim of the cup, picked up the cup, brought it to his lips, and drank it all in one gulp under Yang Peifeng's shocked gaze.

“Pah.”

"Assistant Yang, please don't do any work that doesn't suit your status. After all..."

Song Xijiao turned the coffee cup upside down and shook it twice.

"One cup can only hold one cup of coffee. I have to replace it with a new one and wash it again. It's quite tiring."

Yang Peifeng's pupils suddenly shrank and cold sweat rolled down his forehead.

"Yes, Mr. Song."

Song Xijiao put the coffee cup on the desk, held the mouse in her right hand, slid the scroll wheel, and stared at the computer screen.

"Assistant Yang, I don't want any surprises at next Monday's meeting. Do you understand?"

"clear."

Yang Peifeng clenched his fists and his whole body was tense. It was not until he walked out of the office that he seemed to come back to life, breathing heavily.

On Friday, Song Xijiao entered the meeting room ten minutes early and sat in the chairman's seat.

He tapped his fingers twice on the conference table, bent his index finger, and tapped his knuckles on the table twice, his eyes half-closed, looking mysterious.

"This table needs to be changed."

Yang Peifeng stood beside her, cold sweat dripping down his forehead, and cursed the person who was doing the trick a thousand times in his heart.

At nine o'clock on Monday morning, Song Xijiao walked into the conference room, sat down in the chairman's seat, clenched her right fist, put it to her lips, and coughed twice.

"Let's get started."

Yang Peifeng stood at the front of the conference room, opened the PPT and began to explain. The atmosphere was quite harmonious until a discordant voice sounded.

"This plan is a bunch of shit. Mr. Song, are all the people under you just eating for free?"

"Look at what Uncle Liu said, as if our staple food is not white rice."

Song Xijiao clenched her right hand into a fist, put it to her lips, and coughed twice.

"If Uncle Liu wants to eat something else, I can also fulfill his wish."

Liu Yong's face turned pale and blue, and it took him a long time to squeeze out a word.

"Sharp-tongued."

"Thank you for the compliment."

Song Xijiao clenched her right hand into a fist, put it to her lips, and giggled twice.

"My teeth are in great shape, white and straight. Everything I eat tastes delicious, and I save on advertising costs."

“Puff.”

"Hahaha."

Laughter broke out in the conference room. Liu Yong's face turned red and he left the conference room.

"Mr. Song, this..."

"Don't worry about him, just continue."

In the following time, Song Xijiao implemented the words "not playing by the rules" to the end. Once someone found fault with her, she would retort. However, her voice was so soft that no matter what she said, it did not sound sarcastic or mean, but instead had a hint of coquettishness.

Yang Peifeng has a good relationship with Sales Director Sun Minghao. During their break, the two of them got together and whispered to each other.

“…”

"That diamond was so dazzling that it blinded my 24K titanium eyes." Yang Peifeng pointed to his eyes. "My eyes still hurt."

"Pfft, hahaha." Sun Minghao laughed unkindly, "I was wondering why you kept rubbing your eyes. I thought you had an eye cramp."

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