Chapter 4 Company 2 Song Mingjiao's lips are pressed here
Song Mingjiao didn't react to Secretary Zhang's meaning for a moment. After a while, he took the milk tea, took a sip comfortably, and then said, "Are you talking about Mo Qinan?"
Zhang Xuanzhan knew clearly that he was just Song Mingjiao's work secretary and had no right to interfere in his boss's private affairs, but he just couldn't help it.
He really couldn't understand why Mo Qinan, such an arrogant man who couldn't see the situation clearly, was so liked by President Song.
It was fine if it was just a small entertainment company before, but now it has to use the entire Chenxing Group to pave the way?
Zhang Xuanzhan has never felt as bitter as he does today. He even wished that he had not gone abroad to study but entered the entertainment industry instead. So now, would Song Mingjiao also see him?
"Yes, he has other intentions towards you." Zhang Xuanzhan answered with some difficulty.
The milk tea is freshly brewed and has a mellow taste when you drink it. It is also cooled to the most suitable temperature.
Song Mingjiao took two sips and then nestled comfortably into the large office chair. He had to admit, his secretary, Zhang, was quite capable.
"I remember that when you came to the company, you said you were just going to be my secretary. So, is my personal affair with Mo Qinan also considered part of your job?"
Song Mingjiao smiled and didn't intend to continue talking about the topic. Instead, he asked Zhang Xuanzhan with a smile on his face.
He was already thin, and now that he was sitting, he was much shorter than Zhang Xuanzhan. But when he asked this question, Zhang Xuanzhan's back suddenly became wet for no reason.
Song Mingjiao knew this without much thought. As a young CEO, even though Zhang Xuanzhan had the opportunity to study in a top university thanks to his parents' training, how could he be willing to be a small personal secretary, doing the job of serving tea and water to people?
As for now, who knows?
"Mr. Song, I, I don't mean to interfere with your life, but..." Zhang Xuanzhan hurriedly explained, gritting his teeth. He wanted to say something, but Mo Qinan really disgusted him.
But before Zhang Xuanzhan could say anything, Song Mingjiao interrupted him.
"Since Secretary Zhang likes to take on the personal assistant's work so much, I hope you can remember my preferences. For example, this cup of milk tea is too sweet. I don't like it."
Song Mingjiao admitted that he was just having a bad reaction and was just looking for trouble.
He deliberately wrinkled his nose and looked at the cup of milk tea with disgust, then leaned forward, resting one hand on the sandalwood desk, and looked at Zhang Xuanzhan with dissatisfaction.
The loose clothing was now accentuated by Song Mingjiao's action, highlighting her narrow waistline. There was still a faint trace of milk tea at the corner of her mouth, which Song Mingjiao impatiently licked with the tip of her tongue.
Secretary Zhang, who had been alone for many years, was stunned for a moment. When he came to his senses, she had already picked up the cup of milk tea, walked out of the president's office, and was walking towards the tea room.
When the trainee secretary outside saw the chief secretary coming out, he thought she had other work to do, so he hurried forward and tried to take the milk tea from Zhang Xuanzhan's hand.
"Brother Zhang, I'll wash it, I'll wash it. Just leave this kind of thing to me."
But Zhang Xuanzhan, contrary to his usual behavior, avoided the intern and reflexively protected the glass of leftover water in his hand as if it were a treasure.
"No, I'll do it. You guys work hard and don't let Mr. Song down."
The intern could only agree in confusion and then watched the chief secretary walk into the tea room.
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Song Mingjiao didn't have to wait long in the office before his reliable secretary Zhang came in again, holding a cup and a plate in one hand.
It's really hard for this secretary who only has work in her mind. This time, the milk tea she served has some shapes.
But Song Mingjiao just took a sip and said unhappily, "It's too bland. How is it any different from plain water?"
Come again.
"It's too hot."
Come again.
"It's too cold."
Song Mingjiao has always been considered an easy-to-serve employer, but this time he made so many troubles over a cup of milk tea. Zhang Xuanzhan certainly knew that he was being deliberately targeted.
But when he was washing the cup in the tea room, looking at the still smooth rim of the cup, he was inexplicably reminded of the scene just now, and of Song Mingjiao's rosy lips just now, and he pursed his lips at this spot.
It took Zhang Xuanzhan a long time to suppress the inappropriate thoughts in his mind, but in a corner where no one could see, the cups used by Song Mingjiao were all carefully collected.
This time, Secretary Zhang took a longer time, and even the system that had been pretending to be dead in Song Mingjiao's mind couldn't help but come out for some fresh air.
[Host, what are you doing? Wasting so much time on this kind of secretary.]
Song Mingjiao was boredly flipping through the documents left on the table. Hearing this, he perked up and said with great righteousness:
"System, look, this ignorant secretary just had the audacity to speak so rudely to the hero. I'm teaching him a lesson on his behalf. No need to thank me!"
【Would you be so kind? 】
Even the cold mechanical sound of the system could be heard to contain suspicion.
Song Mingjiao felt extremely aggrieved and said sadly, "System, how could you think of me like that? I've been working tirelessly to complete the mission, diligently playing my character every day, and I don't even dare to disturb the hero."
There was another gentle knock on the door, and the system left an ambiguous "Hehe" and went offline again.
When Zhang Xuanzhan came in again, this was the scene he saw.
Song Mingjiao seemed a little tired, half lying among the piles of documents, which made his body look even thinner in contrast. He raised his head in a daze after hearing the noise, and a hint of complaint could be heard in the last tone of his voice.
"What took you so long this time?"
It almost makes people forget how much he troubles people. He seems so harmless.
Zhang Xuanzhan suppressed his anger and tried to calm his voice: "Mr. Song, your milk tea."
This time, Song Mingjiao finally relented, took a casual bite, and said, "It's barely okay."
He gently stirred the milk tea with a thin spoon and said, "Now do you know why I have to make milk tea so many times?"
"Because I shouldn't be meddling in your private affairs."
The sweet scent of milk tea filled the air, but Zhang Xuanzhan found it strangely bitter. Sure enough, Song Mingjiao still cared about that celebrity, and would stand up for that person like this.
But Song Mingjiao smiled and drank most of the milk tea. This secretary, who was skilled in all kinds of crafts, made really good milk tea.
Song Mingjiao winked at the secretary and said playfully and cruelly, "It's just because I want to. I'm the president, right?"
Zhang Xuanzhan was stunned for a moment, then agreed without hesitation: "Of course, you are the president, whatever you do is right."
"It's the same with Milk Tea, and it's the same with that entertainment company. The entertainment industry is full of gossip. I just found it troublesome and didn't want to get involved with the group before."
"But I've changed my mind recently. The entertainment industry is quite interesting."
When Song Mingjiao said this, his expression suddenly changed slightly, and then he continued in a condescending tone: "As for Mo Qinan, who is he? How can he influence my decision?"
Seeing this, Zhang Xuanzhan seemed to see a glimmer of hope in stepping down Mo Qinnan, and tentatively asked, "Mr. Song, after your previous entertainment company merges with you, will you still treat Mo Qinnan according to the previous standard?"
You know, in the so-called plot, Song Mingjiao opened that entertainment company just to promote Mo Qinan. So Mo Qinan has always enjoyed the best treatment and resources in the company.
If we follow this standard and let the current Chenxing Group also use this kind of treatment and resources to promote people, anyone with a good reputation will become famous.
"Who said we were going to sign Mo Qinan into the group headquarters?" Song Mingjiao said nonchalantly. He was not interested in using his group as a tool for others.
"Yes, I will record it."
The mature secretary Zhang Xuanzhan has already taken out a notebook and started recording Mr. Song's words.
As he was writing, Song Mingjiao suddenly seemed to have thought of something. He turned around and raised a finger, with a sly look in his eyes, and said:
"One more thing. Since you've decided to enter the entertainment industry, choose a spokesperson to work with. You can arrange this matter."
Chenxing Group had not previously been directly involved in the entertainment industry. In order to maintain its mystery and class, it had never hired celebrities to endorse its products. At most, it had collaborated with supermodels.
Of course, this situation is just to pave the way for the original male protagonist. The group's first entertainment spokesperson, what a big gimmick, it must be a boost to Mo Qinan's status.
This should have happened in the later part of the plot, but Song Mingjiao just didn't play by the rules.
"By the way, you should also find a way to let Mo Qinnan know this news. After all, we are lovers. Don't make me look so stingy."
"Yes, Mr. Song, I will arrange it." Zhang Xuanzhan already had an idea in his mind, and adjusted his attitude towards Mo Qinan according to the identity positioning given by Song Mingjiao.
Song Mingjiao had achieved the purpose of coming to the company today. He stretched and stood up from his office chair. "Well, there's nothing else to do."
Before leaving, Song Mingjiao raised his feet slightly, patted Zhang Xuanzhan's shoulder, and said meaningfully:
"Be a good secretary at work. No one can replace you. Don't think about other unnecessary things. It's good for you."
Song Mingjiao stuffed the empty cup of tea into Zhang Xuanzhan's arms, and when he pulled his hand out, he accidentally touched the fabric on his chest.
"As for my life, there are people to take care of it."
Long after Song Mingjiao had left, Zhang Xuanzhan still stood there for a long time, unable to come back to his senses. The shoulders and chest that had been touched seemed to still be hot, with the man's body temperature remaining.
He closed his eyes deeply and exhaled slowly.
The person who Song Mingjiao mentioned to take care of his life was already in the villa, waiting diligently for a long time.
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