Chapter 15 The Little White Flower Secretary Forced to Take the Position (15)
Hearing this, Qingwu's expression instantly became a little embarrassed.
If you look closely, you will find that a shy blush flashed across her cheeks.
Jing Tingyuan thought he had seen it wrong at first.
Because that fleeting blush is like the most delicate and tempting flower among thousands of flowers, blooming brilliantly in an instant.
However, she was always so stingy in hiding her brilliance, as if she was afraid of being looked at by him even once more.
"Consider this a benefit the company gives you," Jing Tingyuan said nonchalantly. He glanced around, then pointed at the employees busily working, and continued, "Look at your colleagues. Which one of them isn't holding the latest smartphone?"
Although the words sounded rather cold, the awkward concern hidden in them was difficult to conceal.
When Qingwu heard this, a trace of gratitude appeared on her face and a hint of joy appeared in her eyes.
At the same time, Jing Tingyuan, who had been paying attention to Qingwu's reaction, gradually relaxed his originally tense expression after seeing her expression.
"Thank you, Mr. Jing! I will definitely work hard!"
"You're welcome. Go back and work hard." Jing Tingyuan said this with a blank expression, but deep down he was actually very happy.
He thought to himself, if a mere mobile phone could make her so happy, then surely those dazzling jewels that have always been loved by women would make her even happier.
Thinking of this, he was very satisfied with the gift he had chosen. It seemed that if he went on a business trip or attended an auction in the future, he must buy more jewelry for her.
Qingwu thought that she had indeed wasted some time, and Jing Tingyuan, who valued efficiency above all else, was probably a little dissatisfied. So she thought about looking at the other gift box during her lunch break and going back to work first.
Just as Qingwu turned around happily and prepared to leave, Jing Tingyuan suddenly saw something in front of him.
"Wait a moment." He suddenly shouted, with a barely perceptible hint of shock and coldness in his voice.
"Secretary Ning, please come closer to me." As the words fell, Jing Tingyuan's eyes, as deep as a pool of water, locked tightly on Qing Wu, and his gaze pierced straight through like two sharp arrows.
The man's originally good mood suddenly took a sharp turn for the worse, just like a clear summer sky was suddenly covered by dark clouds, and a violent storm was about to come.
The voice that had been considered gentle just now was now as if covered by frost. It suddenly became as cold as ice and filled with a terrifying seriousness.
Qing Wu, who was standing nearby, was so frightened by this sudden change that she trembled all over. She quickly turned around and asked timidly, "Is there anything else, Mr. Jing?"
At this moment, Jing Tingyuan's face was as pale as a piece of cold iron, and his eyes, as deep as a pool of water, were fixed on Qingwu.
I saw that Qingwu's collar was a little messy and not properly arranged, revealing a small piece of her snow-white collarbone. The delicate lines of her collarbone were graceful and charming, like a fine work of art, exuding an indescribable charm and temptation.
However, on this delicate skin, there was a deep red kiss mark.
Eye-catching and dazzling.
The kiss mark was like a gorgeous red rose blooming in the snow, leaving a mark on the delicate skin without any concealment, stinging Jing Tingyuan's eyes as if showing off his power.
Jing Tingyuan clenched his fists, trying hard to suppress the surging emotions in his heart, and tried to make his tone sound as calm as possible to avoid his voice being sharp and harsh due to excessive excitement.
But even so, the voice he made despite trying his best to restrain himself still contained a hint of trembling and unrest that could not be concealed.
"Last night... did you celebrate your birthday with your boyfriend?" Jing Tingyuan squeezed out these words with difficulty, each word seemed to weigh more than a thousand pounds.
Didn't her boyfriend say he had to work overtime yesterday and couldn't be with her? Did he go home right after finishing his overtime? Did they live together? Was this how she celebrated her birthday? Was this why she was late this morning?
A series of doubts swirled in Jing Tingyuan's mind, making him extremely irritated.
What? Qing Wu was stunned, and her cheeks gradually flushed. For a moment, she didn't know how to answer this question.
"Forget it, just go out." Looking at Qingwu's expression, Jing Tingyuan had nothing to understand.
He closed his eyes tightly, frowned tightly, and clenched his hands into fists unconsciously, as if he didn't want to see Qingwu again for a moment.
He didn't want to listen anymore, nor did he dare to listen anymore, for fear of hearing something that would make him lose control of himself.
Qingwu felt that the scenery today was weird.
Just now his mood was as warm and gentle as the spring breeze in April, but in the blink of an eye, it became as cold and biting as the winter in December, which made people shudder.
Ups and downs, sudden downturn.
Looking at Jing Tingyuan closing his eyes as if he was tired, Qingwu curled her lips.
Qing Wu pretended not to know, her eyes revealing gentleness as she said softly, "Boss Jing, I'll be out working now. Thank you very much for the gift, and I'd also like to thank the Jing Group for giving me this precious opportunity. I will definitely work harder and will never let you down!"
After saying that, she turned around and gently closed the office door.
The office door was closed, and Jing Tingyuan put down the pen in his hand heavily. The ink left a long black scratch on the white paper, like a shocking wound.
A colleague who had been paying attention to the situation saw Qing Wu coming out of the office and hurried over to ask with concern, "How is it? Did President Jing scold you?"
Qing Wu shook her head slightly, a smile blooming on her face, and replied: "No, Mr. Jing just explained the work tasks to me. Thank you for your concern~"
Hearing this, the colleague breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile, "That's good. I was just worried that Mr. Jing was in a bad mood today. After all, I still have important work to report to him later."
My colleague came out of Qingwu and took out a packaging bag. Not knowing what it was, he asked curiously, "What is that?"
Qingwu's eyes suddenly flickered, as if she wanted to say something, but at this moment, the marketing manager walked towards them quickly.
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