Joe Si Leng for a while, point to own nose tip: "me?"

"You are my secretary."

Even the Secretary didn't help his boss answer his cell phone.

However, looking at Jing chihan's lazy touch of a finger, she had to hand out her hand and take out the ringing mobile phone from his pocket.

After pressing the answer button and the hands-free button, there came a quick male voice: "Jing chihan, where have you been? It's agreed that several brothers will get together tonight, and you won't get drunk. What's the meaning of running alone? I'll tell you, I'll give you ten minutes and come back immediately!"

Joss blinked: "Mr. Jing, how can I get this back?"

Hearing a woman's voice, the man on the other end of the phone, who was still in a rage, suddenly stopped and kept silent for a few seconds. He asked uncertainly, "who are you? How can you hold Jing chihan's mobile phone? What about jingchihan? "

Qiao Si Leng for a while, know the other party is asking himself, see Jing Che Han no objection, had to explain to the mobile phone: "that, Jing always not very comfortable tonight, should not go to drink."

"He's not feeling well?" The male voice on the other end of the phone suddenly changed its tone: "he's not feeling well. How do you know? Who are you? "

"I'm president Jing..."

"Hang up." Jos's voice did not fall, the man around him had impatiently taken the mobile phone, muttered to that end, hung up gently, and then threw the mobile phone into his pocket.

The whole movement was smooth and quick. Before joss could react, the car was quiet again.

With a cough, she said mildly: "since Mr. Jing is home, I should go too. Is it all right to park here? "

Jing chihan didn't speak. He looked at her for a while and suddenly asked, "can you make wake-up soup?"

Jos: "it's..."

Ten minutes later, joss stood in the kitchen of a high-end apartment on the tenth floor, looking at the apron at hand, raised his eyes, and then looked into the living room, where the man was leaning on the sofa, with a complicated expression on his face.

There's nothing particular about hangover soup. Basically, vegetables and fruits can be made.

When joss finished, it was almost two o'clock. She brought out the soup, but there was no one on the sofa.

Put down the bowl, her eyes unconsciously turned to the second floor, there was a faint sound of water above.

Knowing that Jing chihan was probably taking a bath, joss pursed her lips, took out a notebook from her pocket and left a note. She took another look upstairs and left with her bag on her back.

When Jing chihan came down from the downstairs, wiping his hair, the living room was silent. His good-looking eyebrows frowned. Then he saw the steaming sobering soup on the tea table. Naturally, he also saw the note under it.

The handwriting on the note was beautiful, with only one line on it - "Mr. Jing, drink sobering soup while it's hot, good night, see you tomorrow."

After picking the eyebrows, the man threw away the towel, sat down on the sofa, picked up the soup, smelled it, and took another sip. It tasted good. He even took a few sips, and his stomach was really comfortable.

The next day, as soon as joss arrived at the company, he obviously felt that the office atmosphere was not right.

Several little assistants gathered together and bit their ears. When they saw her approaching, they automatically closed their mouths. Then they looked at her up and down, and finally they scattered.

Joss is puzzled. She goes back to the office in a daze and moves out the documents she did last night. However, she finds Xiang Yun's office door closed. She asks Xiang Yun's assistant, "where's Xiang Yun's secretary?"

The assistant was looking at a color magazine with his head buried. When he heard Jos's voice, he was startled. The magazine jammed into the document, looked up and said, "Oh, sister Xiang is on a business trip with President Jing. It's decided temporarily that Sister Li will go with her."

"Is Mr. Jing on a business trip?" Joss tilted his head and looked at the door of the general manager's office.

Assistant eyes ambiguous ha ha a smile: "how, king always go, Qiao secretary you don't know?"