Miao Jin looked at Shang Ai, nodded politely, and then shook the lunch box in his hand at Jiang Xingyun.
"What are you doing?" Jiang Xingyun asked from the other side.
"A specialty of Morocco, the sweet pie of Boustila." Miao Jin was obviously trying to take credit when he spoke.
Shang Ai sneered, saying that the president doesn't like sweet food. As a wife, she doesn't even know her husband's preferences.
Really - you don’t care about the president at all!
"President, I've also booked it for you—" Shang Ai turned around and said to Jiang Xingyun.
"Refund your share." Jiang Xingyun said before Shang Ai finished speaking, then turned to Miao Jin and said, "Shall we have lunch together? I asked Shang Ai to get something. I'll bring it back for you to translate."
"OK."
It turned out that the person he was looking for was asked to ask Miao Jin to translate it. Shang Ai felt a little uncomfortable.
She was already angry when President Jiang asked her to cancel the meal.
It was obvious that whether he liked it or not, he had chosen Miao Jin.
Shang Ai went out, feeling angry. Didn't they ask her to translate? It was obvious that Jiang Xingyun was looking for trouble just to get Miao Jin to come to the company. Well, since he was looking for trouble, Shang Ai would give her more pieces to translate. Anyway, Jiang Xingyun thought it was not enough just now.
She searched everywhere and found a lot of things, useful and useless, and sent them all to Jiang Xingyun.
Jiang Xingyun said, "For my wife."
Miao Jin was already sitting at another table in Jiang Xingyun's office. Shang Ai immediately placed all the documents on the table and said with a smile, "Madam, these are the documents that need to be translated into English."
Jiang Xingyun frowned and looked at Shang Ai with displeasure.
He understood Shang Ai's thoughts.
"So many?" Miao Jin said.
"Just translate as much as you can." Jiang Xingyun said.
Miao Jin began to read the documents one by one.
In the end, she only picked out one document. "I chose this one based on chronological order and importance."
She held the piece in her hand and shook it at Jiang Xingyun. She understood why she was given so many pieces.
She understood the reason why Jiang Xingyun gave her so many documents to translate—to keep her in his office!
Jiang Xingyun was aware of her actions and understood his thoughts.
If you understand, then you understand. Jiang Xingyun didn’t feel embarrassed that her thoughts were seen through. On the contrary, he tilted his head slightly and looked at her, meaning - what can you do to me?
It doesn't match his usual style.
When they got married, she thought he was good, and maybe he thought she was good too. Most importantly, both families were satisfied, so they got married. Two days after the wedding, she went on a business trip.
He didn't try to keep her, and she didn't have any attachment to this family.
Miao Jin looked at Jiang Xingyun, feeling a little dazed.
As Jiang Xingyun's secretary, Shang Ai's IQ is naturally good.
She knew that her unnecessary action made both of them suddenly understand each other and regret it.
Shang Ai took the items that Miao Jin brought back and sold them.
Miao Jin began to translate.
Jiang Xingyun went to his office, looked at the documents on his computer and signed them.
You can hear the soft but moving sound of the mouse, and the sound of him signing his name.
Miao Jinxian is serious and doesn't pay attention to these things.
Someone came into Jiang Xingyun's office, and Miao Jin just looked up.
Jiang Xingyun exchanged a few pleasantries in his charming English, then asked, "Am I disturbing you, Miao Jin?"
"It doesn't affect you guys, just chat about yourselves." Miao Jin said.
Jiang Xingyun started chatting with the visitor, who was a customer.
Although Miao Jin was translating, he was a simultaneous interpreter and had always been able to do two things at once. While translating, he heard everything Jiang Xingyun was talking to others clearly.
We talked about a lot of things, including the presidential election, football, the recent status of the NBA, and the outfits of female star Bundchen.
In short, Jiang Xingyun can talk about every topic, and he can talk about it very thoroughly.
Miao Jin thought that he was very talkative.
After the client left, Miao Jin translated for a while and felt a little tired.
"I think you are good at chatting and can chat with anyone. Let's go together." Miao Jin said, leaning back in a chair.
"Eavesdropped?" Jiang Xingyun asked calmly while writing.
"It's not eavesdropping, it's a job requirement. You have to multitask. You talked to me about Xin Qiji, and with your clients about the presidential election and the NBA, and you were always on point." Miao Jinxian said seriously, although he didn't look that serious. "I was in a meeting once, and your opinions were like those of a politician—very sharp and very trendy."
"Don't talk about state affairs!" he said.
Miao Jin turned around and smiled, "Are you talking about 'Teahouse' again?"
Jiang Xingyun raised his head and smiled at her without saying anything.
"I find that you are very smart, especially smart." Miao Jin said.
"You're not bad either. Besides, we have a lot more topics to talk about." Jiang Xingyun said.
"for example--"
"For example, things in bed, movements and so on." Jiang Xingyun said seriously, still with his head down writing.
"Boring!" Miao Jin's face flushed red. He had just been described as the all-knowing and serious Xue Baochai, but in the blink of an eye, he had turned himself into Pan Jinlian.
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