I like coffee with sweet and bitter taste very much, I like you even more--
"Heh," Song Cheng breathed a sigh of relief somehow, an unfamiliar emotion surged in his heart, as if to say that the feeling was really right.
When Han Guoguo received the call from the chairman, she was still weeping, as if she had been wronged by heaven.
Hearing that the chairman asked her to make two cups of coffee and deliver them as soon as possible, she quickly took out a tissue to wipe away the tears on her face, and went away in a hurry.
In the pantry on the 38th floor, Han Guoguo was in a frenzy for a long time, finally brought out the brewed coffee and walked towards the chairman's office.
Su Kui flipped through the financial magazine and tapped the red and full lips with an index finger. There were countless amorous feelings flowing between the corners of his eyes and eyebrows.
almost--
She closed the magazine and pretended to look at the time, and said to Song Cheng, "It's boring, let me see why the coffee is still not good. Seriously, your assistant is really poor at work!"
"Well," Song Cheng raised his eyebrows, his dark sword eyebrows flew diagonally into the temple, still somewhat approving of her words, "Don't run around, I will take you out for dinner later."
Su Kui waved her hand without turning her head back, "An La An La~"
Little conscience!
The bright smile of Xiahua dazzled his eyes, causing the strange feeling in his heart to gradually, slowly and slowly ferment.
Then after the precipitation of time, beautiful flowers will always bloom.
Song Cheng kept thinking about things in his mind, turning his signature pen unconsciously with his fingertips. This is his old problem. Once he thinks about it, he always has to grab something and turn around...
Suddenly, he screamed painfully and pierced his lungs--
"Ah! It hurts--"
Song Cheng was startled, his brain hadn't given instructions yet, but his body had already walked towards the door first.
For the first time, he felt that his heart could beat so fast. Although he was very confident in the security system in the Song family, he still couldn't help worrying about her.
A few steps away, she saw the ground in a mess. Her chiffon dress was full of tan coffee**, and she was steaming hot from under the skirt and hit her feet.
Han Guoguo's eyes widened, his eyes resembling Bambi, a little frightened, and said, "Yes, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."
The skin pain made Su Kui almost speechless, and almost all of the two cups of hot cocoa just out of the oven poured into her clothes.
Hearing Han Guoguo's words, Su Kui suddenly wanted to say, if an apology is useful, why do you need the police? !
But I didn't say it.
While Han Guoguo was looking at Su Kui, Su Kui was also looking at her.
A black hair is neatly tied into a ponytail, with bangs, big eyes and two lying silkworms, white skin, and a small girl.
Both eyes are a little red. Did you cry just now
Han Guoguo looked at Su Kui calmly, and finally had to admit discouragedly that no one else was better than her.
The eyebrows are picturesque, quiet and elegant, even if she is in a mess, it does not compromise her pure temperament. Isn't this the woman she has just glanced at in the BOSS's arms
It's really unfair for God to give her the beauty of the country and the city, but also to give her a handsome boyfriend.
And she can only humblely brew coffee, endure the scolding of her boss, sit in the position of assistant secretary, but do errands.
Thinking about it this way, there was an annoyance in my heart, and I didn't know who was annoying.