Chapter 324 Throw away your chair.

Meng Zhiyi did not directly reveal her identity. Given the other party's thinking, even if she did, she would be accused of daydreaming.

So she simply closed her eyes and waited quietly for Shen Que to come back.

But she suddenly opened her eyes, looked towards Shen Que's position opposite her, and her lips straightened slightly.

She accepted that many people liked Shen Que, but she would not accept that someone would take advantage of what belonged to her.

Thinking of this, Meng Zhiyi looked sternly at Ji Ping who was still standing there, and sneered, "What position do you hold? How dare you sit in Shen Que's seat?"

A hint of discomfort flashed across Ji Ping's face, but it quickly disappeared.

She straightened her back and said with some pride, "I am Mr. Shen's new secretary and the person closest to him."

If Meng Zhiyi didn't know Shen Que well, she would have misunderstood these ambiguous words.

However, when she heard the word "new secretary", she frowned slightly.

Could it be that Jiang Rong resigned after I hadn't been here for half a month?

But some things are impossible. Why would you quit your job for no reason?

Meng Zhiyi pursed her lips and said nothing more.

Seeing that she didn't say anything, Ji Ping curled her lips in satisfaction, but didn't ask her to leave.

After all, she wasn't sure whether this person was a partner.

So she didn't leave, but just stood outside the door. On the one hand, she could prevent Meng Zhiyi from making trouble in the office, and on the other hand, she wanted to wait here to see Shen Que.

In the office, Meng Zhiyi had not rested well the night before, so she leaned back on the sofa and closed her eyes to rest.

An hour and a half later, Shen Que ended the meeting.

He walked in front, explaining to Jiang Rong the next tasks to be handled, and also instructed other people on some matters.

Ji Ping could hardly stand, so she bent over and pounded her sore calves.

At this moment, she saw from afar a tall and dignified man leading Jiang Rong towards them.

Ji Ping knew that it was Shen Que, the man she had been thinking about day and night for three years.

"Mr. Shen, Secretary Jiang." Ji Ping hurried over to them, immediately putting on the smile that she had practiced countless times at home, and stared at Shen Que.

As a woman herself, how could Jiang Rong not see what was in her disciple's mind?

She secretly regretted that she forgot to tell Ji Ping that Mr. Shen already had a fiancée.

Shen Que also didn't like the way Ji Ping looked at him, but since she was new, he was patient with her.

But before Jiang Rong could say anything, Ji Ping spoke again.

"Mr. Shen, someone came to your office without saying a word, and she wouldn't leave no matter how hard I tried to get her out."

Shen Que didn't reply to her, but walked forward without looking around.

Ji Ping was not disappointed. Instead, she was extremely happy to see Shen Que.

She lowered her head, pursed her lips to try to suppress the upward curve of her mouth, and followed happily behind him.

Jiang Rong frowned, thinking that she had to find an opportunity to have a good talk with Ji Ping.

The three of them followed Shen Que to the office. When Ji Ping was about to see whether this person was a partner, she saw Shen Que walking straight towards her.

"Yiyi." Shen Que leaned over and called softly.

Meng Zhi opened his eyes in a daze, and after seeing the person in front of him clearly, he stretched out his hand to him skillfully.

So, under Ji Ping's shocked gaze, Shen Que directly picked up the person and placed him on his lap.

"Shall I carry you inside to continue sleeping?" Shen Que's expression was gentle, completely different from the cold and distant person he had just been outside.

Ji Ping was stunned where she was, unable to believe what she saw.

Meng Zhiyi hugged his neck, hummed and buried her face in his neck, then said in a coquettish voice: "Throw away your chair."

Her voice was not loud and her tone was flat and emotionless, but Jiang Rong and Ji Ping both heard it.

Shen Que was stunned for a moment, then said in a good-tempered manner: "Okay, I'll throw it away in a while."

"No." Meng Zhiyi still lazily put her chin on his shoulder and continued, "Now, immediately, throw it away."

"Okay." Shen Que didn't ask why. He looked up at Jiang Rong and said, "Call two people to take the chair away and throw it away."

Jiang Rong looked confused. Although she didn't know why Meng Zhiyi suddenly wanted to throw the chair, she still followed Shen Que's instructions and called two security guards.

But Ji Ping knew.

She knew why Meng Zhi wanted to throw away the chair.

Because I sat on it for a while not long ago.

Perhaps throwing it away would not make him feel better, so Meng Zhiyi said, "Chop it up before throwing it away."

She would not allow anyone to desecrate Shen Que's things under the pretext of admiration.

"Okay." Shen Que never asked why from beginning to end, but he agreed to whatever Meng Zhiyi suggested.

Ji Ping's eyes turned red, and when she saw the security guard carrying a chair and preparing to leave, she finally couldn't help herself.

"Don't go too far!" She stared at Meng Zhiyi who was held in Shen Que's arms, and her heart felt like it was being gnawed by thousands of bugs.

Hearing her speak, Meng Zhiyi opened his eyes, raised his head from Shen Que's arms, and looked at her with a smile.

Ji Ping was so frightened by her eyes that she tensed up and wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Shen Que.

All I heard was that nice voice with a hint of indifference and displeasure: "It's not your turn to comment on what she wants to do."

This one sentence is enough to show how high Meng Zhiyi's position is in Shen Que.

Meng Zhiyi sat up straighter on Shen Que's legs, leaning against him, and chuckled, "Do you know why I threw away the chair?"

Shen Que hugged her, and his tone returned to the gentleness she was familiar with: "It doesn't matter, just throw it away if you want."

“Tsk.”

Meng Zhiyi liked this answer very much, so she rewarded Shen Que with a kiss, which made Ji Ping heartbroken.

Meng Zhiyi played with Shen Que's slender fingers and said quietly, "Because when I came here just now, I found her sitting in your seat."

When these words were spoken, Jiang Rong's eyes widened and she looked at Ji Ping in disbelief.

She couldn't believe that this little girl who was so capable and well-behaved in front of her would dare to do such a thing.

Shen Que raised his eyes, his gaze was cold and angry: "Why, you want to be the president of Shen Corporation?"

"No, I think she wants to be the president's wife." Meng Zhiyi spoke faintly.

Shen Que hugged her tighter, glanced at Ji Ping, and then looked away, sneering, "Secretary Jiang, take her to the Finance Department to collect her salary, and then to the Personnel Office to complete her resignation."

Hearing this result, Ji Ping felt cold in her heart: "Mr. Shen, please don't fire me. I worked hard for many years and finally got into Shen's."

"I just like you, and I haven't done anything to harm the company."

Meng Zhiyi inserted her slender fingers into Shen Que's fingers and continued, "Yes, but you just called me a vixen and seduced you."

"..." Jiang Rong closed her eyes.

I used to think Ji Ping was capable at work, but now I realize she's also stupid.

Don't you think that without Shen Que's permission, which woman can come here openly?

Ji Ping now understood. Meng Zhiyi had just asked her if she knew that Shen Que had a fiancée. It seemed that she was that fiancée.

And judging from Shen Que's attitude, he doted on his fiancée very much.

"Mr. Shen, I know I was wrong. Can you forgive me this time?" Ji Ping lowered her head, no longer daring to think about anything.