Huo Licheng sent Jiang Shan out with a smile. The moment the door closed, Huo Licheng's face turned cold. He glanced at the small bowl on the table, picked it up, and threw it directly into the trash can.
Huo Licheng's mouth was a little sarcastic. What Jiang Shan brought was shredded chicken porridge. Not to mention that it takes a long time to cook to produce such a fragrant taste. Even if it can be made quickly, with Cheng Cheng's understanding, it will definitely It is impossible to give shredded chicken porridge to a person who claims to have a stomachache.
Huo Licheng took the phone and looked at the string of numbers. The discomfort in his heart subsided a little. Who is Huo Licheng? He is a scheming old fox. This little trick can be used to deceive others.
"This little girl..."
He muttered, threw the phone aside again, turned around and walked into the bathroom.
On Monday, after Cheng Cheng delivered Huo Licheng's breakfast and lunch, she returned to her desk and started busy. The company's annual meeting was about to begin. Although she had already prepared to skip the annual meeting on the grounds of illness, but the early stage There is still work to be done.
Cheng Cheng counted the time with his fingers. After the annual meeting, it would be a holiday. Huocheng's holidays were longer than legal holidays, which made it easier for them to book tickets.
Cheng Cheng had wanted to book the train tickets for a long time, but since a certain Ms. Cheng was extremely poor, she could only wait until her salary was paid.
Just as he was thinking about it, Cheng Cheng's cell phone rang. It was a short message from the bank that Cheng Cheng's salary had arrived.
Looking at the extra money on the bank card, Cheng Cheng smiled sweetly. She had a salary again, and finally she didn't have to wear pocket cloth.
Looking at the amount above, Cheng Cheng realized that she was not getting the salary of an intern employee, but a full-time employee, so she had an extra few thousand yuan. All of this was thanks to Nangong Yun, and she also said she wanted it. To repay other people's money, you also have to treat them to dinner.
Cheng Cheng took a pen and started calculating accounts again.
She definitely doesn't have the year-end bonus. She still has to go back and pay off the new year's money with this small amount of money, and she also has to pay off the debt. It's not that she doesn't know, but she is shocked when she calculates it. It's still a bit tight.
Cheng Cheng, who was so immersed in settling accounts, didn't notice anyone approaching from behind. Huo Li Cheng came to Nangong Yun if he had something to do. Normally, he would give Nangong Yun a call to go up, or send Jiang Yi down, but today, for some unknown reason, he actually asked Nangong Yun to come down. Came down.
Glancing at Cheng Cheng's mobile phone and what she was writing and drawing on the paper, Huo Licheng couldn't help but curl up the corner of his mouth.
Looking at Cheng Cheng's frown, she was obviously calculating money, but it didn't make anyone think that she worshiped money at all.
After standing for a few seconds, Huo Licheng coughed lightly.
Cheng Cheng was startled by this movement, and he didn't know what she was thinking. She actually stretched out her hand and many things on the table fell to the ground.
"General...President."
Huo Licheng grimaced: "Secretary Cheng, working hours count as personal accounts?"
Cheng Cheng's eyes widened, wasn't it? She was caught again
"I, I, I..."
Cheng Cheng's mind went blank and he didn't know what to say at all. Fortunately, the door of Nangong Yun's office opened, and Nangong Yun's lazy voice sounded: "President, don't scare my little Cheng Cheng when you have nothing to do. It’s not good to scare my little Chengcheng.”
Nangong Yun's words made Cheng Cheng's face suddenly turn red. Nangong Yun said... My little Cheng Cheng
Cheng Cheng lowered his head involuntarily, his face full of shyness.