Glancing at the caller ID above, she froze for a moment, then stood up and put down the script, and walked to the corner: "Why are you calling? What's the matter?"
The other party was slightly silent.
Jun Yan supported the leather armrest with one hand. The lighting contrast between the white fingers and the black armrest was particularly alluring. The secretary who graduated from a senior business school with a Ph. , with a flat voice:
"Where is it, have you eaten yet?"
The secretary suspected that he had heard wrong.
Although the tone was flat, the homely questions of where and whether to eat... really didn't match the president's style of painting.
lover? !
The secretary desperately endured the horror in his heart, cold sweat broke out silently on his back, and listened to the noble prince of the consortium calmly chatting on the phone: "What do you want to eat?"
After Yu Chu answered the first question, he felt something was wrong, and he couldn't help but wonder when he asked another question.
The relationship between the benefactor and the lover... What does it matter if you eat or not? This is something a lover would ask.
She thought for a while, "I'll just eat some box lunch. What else do you want? I'll hang up if it's okay."
When she was about to hang up, she suddenly remembered something, "Wait—"
The other side seemed to have just uttered a syllable, and the two sides fell silent in unison, and then Jun Yan looked down at the glass wall, "You speak first."
"You don't need to come to see me next Monday, I'm afraid I'll be very busy," Yu Chu said first, afraid that he would think too much, so he added, "But the salary will be paid. In the future, whatever happens to me, it will not affect your salary. .”
The opposite side didn't speak for a long time.
The secretary watched in astonishment as the president came back to the table, took off the cufflink of the hand holding the mobile phone with one hand, and threw the beautiful gemstones into the box at random, then he casually picked up another one and replaced it. Plain silver.
The secretary's jaw almost dropped.
This prince has nothing worthless, and even a cuff button is exquisite in workmanship. And that silver...
Is the painting style wrong
"Okay," he heard the president reply softly, his downcast eyes were unusually quiet. Jun Yan changed his hand to hold the phone, and changed the cuff button on the other side, with a very steady voice, "I'll go find you now and deliver lunch for you, otherwise... it's not easy to take your money for nothing."
"..."
The secretary felt like he was in a dream.
The president takes other people's money... to send lunch...
His face cramped slightly.
The other party seemed to agree to the proposal, and the secretary clearly saw a slight smile on the delicate face of the aloof and unreasonable nobleman.
He even answered obediently: "Okay."
The secretary didn't know what he meant.
Jun Yan put down the phone.
The other party just asked him to wear a hat and mask so that no one else could see his face.
Before I realized the question "Why should I sneak around", I had already answered it subconsciously.
Jun Yan was slightly silent.
He lowered his eyes and told the secretary in a low voice: "Go and buy a set of casual clothes, as well as a hat and a mask."
"..."
Half an hour later, a car parked in the garage of the scenery company, and a slender man got out of the car. The casual clothes made the boy young and slender, and a section of white ankle was exposed under the casual pants. He wore white sneakers. Finally out of the calm feeling, a handsome little brother worthy of the name, with a pure and white demeanor.
The peaked cap was buckled on the head, and the mask covered the straight bridge of the nose and thin lips, revealing only a pair of beautiful obsidian eyes.