Chapter 44

Every one of the offices was stunned. They looked at Jos and at Xiang Yunhe and Jing chihan. They sighed that it was just a weekend. Why did Feng Shui take turns?

Jing zhehan helps Xiang Yun in. When they pass by, they say "ouch" to Yun, and the whole person nests in Jing zhehan's arms.

Jing chihan held her in time and asked softly, "how's it going?"

Xiang Yun shook his head and blushed: "it's OK. It's just a small wound. Jing Zong, you don't have to worry about me. Go back to the office."

The man deep way: "first send you in."

Xiang Yun's face turned more red and said: "Mr. Jing, I'm really OK. I have some business to tell Secretary Qiao." With that, she looked up at Jos, and there was a trace of defiant pride in her eyes.

Jing chihan also took a look at Qiao Si, but then looked away and said to Yun faintly, "if you are not comfortable, go to the hospital. You don't need to approve the fake note."

"Well, I see." She nodded low.

Jing chihan just let go of her and went back to his office.

Jos looked at the cold figure of the man. She didn't know if it was an illusion. She always felt that his expression just now seemed to be angry.

But what was he angry about?

As soon as Jing zhehan left, several brave assistants couldn't wait to surround him.

"Secretary Xiang, what's the matter? You and Mr. Jing..."

"Sister Xiang Yun, how did you come with President Jing? Did you last night..."

"Sister Xiang Yun, you can't hide something from us."

Xiang Yun said shyly, "what nonsense? Just downstairs, I was wiped by Mr. Jing's car. Mr. Jing helped me up. Don't talk nonsense."

However, joss didn't seem to hear Xiang Yun's words, and he didn't even have an angry expression on his face.

Xiang Yun didn't get the result he wanted. With a cold hum, he took out a U-disk from his pocket and handed it to Jos: "print out the documents inside, make 20 copies, and use it for the 9:30 meeting. Hurry up."

Joss silently followed, honestly turned and went to the copy room.

Look at her this pair of submissive look, to rhyme disdainful hook lips, turn around, with the help of his assistant, back to the secretary room.

In the copy room, Zhao Yang snorted heavily, and said unhappily, "do you just let her do it? You're not her servant girl. She doesn't have an assistant. Why do you do it? "

"She is above me and has the power to command me." Joss said faintly, as if he didn't mind at all.

Zhao Yang is not so easy to talk. She leans against the copier and says, "look at her just now. She really treats herself as a dish. It's just that she was hit by Jing Zong's car. Is Jing Zong kind enough to help her back? So is Mr. Jing. He didn't make it clear. "

Joss took a funny look at Zhao Yang and said helplessly, "I'm not really the kind of relationship you think we are."

"A dead duck has a stiff tongue." Zhao Yang hates iron but not steel way: "you see Xiang Yun, a little bit of small things can set off this kind of pattern, you and Jing always have an affair in the sky, you work harder, at that time, promotion and wealth, one person's success, I also follow the tide."

"Zhao Yang!" Jos glared at her.

Zhao Yang waved his hand: "OK, OK, when I didn't say anything."

After copying all the documents, joss honestly handed them to Xiang Yun's office. Xiang Yun was packing up the materials. When she came in, she said with a smile: "it's really troublesome for you. I usually do small things like copying by myself, but as you can see, my leg is not convenient today, so you can help me. Don't you feel aggrieved?"

"Of course not." Joss light way, put the data on the table: "that's OK, I went out first."

"Wait a minute." Xiang Yun stopped her and said with a smile, "Jos, have you ever heard of an idiom called" the right family. "

Jos frowned and looked at her.

Xiang lingran said, "I know you like Mr. Jing, but you also need to know what is the relationship between my parents and the president's wife. In your opinion, from the general direction, are you more suitable for Mr. Jing, or am I more suitable for him?"

Joss looked at her lightly and laughed: "to the Secretary, you really think too much, I really don't like Jingzong."

"It seems you still don't understand." Xiang Yun sneered, leaned back on the chair and said contemptuously, "I'll see what you have. Go out."

Jos didn't want to talk to her, so he turned and left.

Then, the extension on the desk rang, joss pressed the answer button, and jingche's cold voice came from the other end of the phone: "come here."

With these two words, joss had not begun, and the other party had already hung up.

Joyce went to the door of the general manager's office and knocked. There was a man's deep voice: "come in."

She pushed the door open and went in: "Mr. Jing, what's the matter?"

Jing chihan had already taken off his coat and was wearing a white shirt. Seeing her coming in, he threw a folder to her and said, "take it and prepare. Come to a meeting with me later."

"Ah?" Joss walked over and saw that the file she had just printed for Xiang Yun was in the folder. She was stunned and pointed to her nose: "Mr. Jing, do you mean me?"

The man impatiently raised his eyes to sweep her one eye, and said: "yesterday is not to let you write a report, together with the belt, the meeting to use."

"But..."

"No, but go out and get ready." He said coldly.

Half an hour later, at 9:30 a.m., Xiang Yun holds the prepared documents and knocks on Jing chihan's office door.

Jing chihan just came out and looked at her. He put on his coat and asked, "does the leg still hurt?"

Xiang Yun's face turned red again and nodded shyly: "well, there's another point. Walk slowly and bear it. It's OK."

Jing qiehan frowned and said, "if you still feel pain, just have a rest. You don't have to follow the meeting." With that, he went straight to joss and said, "I'm going."

Almost reflexively, Joyce stood up: "here it is, here it is."

Xiang Yun's eyes widened and asked in embarrassment: "Mr. Jing, do you want Jos to accompany you to the meeting?"

"Well." The man light should a, casually way: "you don't feel comfortable don't come out to walk, hit more trouble."

"Mr. Jing, I'm... I'm fine." Xiang Yun is in a hurry.

Jing qiehan said faintly: "don't hold on hard. Didn't you just say it hurts to walk faster?"