Yue Zheng's "thoughtful" behavior made Qiao Muer the focus of everyone's attention.
Qiao Muer wanted to hold her forehead with her hand. Yue Zheng was really... Why did he have to act like a demon
We clearly agreed not to make it public.
"You are too thin, eat more." Yue Zheng said to Qiao Muer without any hesitation, wiping his hands with a wet towel beside him.
No matter what, Yue Zheng has a mild obsession with mysophobia. Not only Qiao Muer knows this, but Meng Fang and those executives who followed Yue Zheng from Zhengrong also know it clearly.
But now, he has no scruples at all.
After peeling shrimps for Qiao Muer, Yue Zheng brought Qiao Muer a bowl of cream of asparagus soup.
"Thank you, Mr. Yue. I can do it myself." Qiao Muer couldn't stand it anymore and said quickly.
"If you come by yourself, the soup will be cold." Yue Zheng put the soup down and raised his right hand to rub the top of her head lovingly.
Qiao Muer: “…”
During this period, she and Yue Zheng have been eating and living together privately, and they are very close.
But that kind of intimacy was all in private and had never been made public like it is now.
Even though Qiao Muer's mental quality was much better than before, she couldn't help but take a breath when Yue Zheng rubbed her head in public.
Her grip loosened and she lost her grip on the bowl of soup.
The rich and delicious asparagus cream soup was accidentally spilled on the table.
"Be careful—" Yue Zheng hurriedly protected Qiao Muer and stood up, but he was still a step too late. The light green soup splashed on the white turtleneck sweater and black suit that Qiao Muer was wearing.
Yue Zheng frowned and the expression on his face suddenly became cold.
"How is it? Are you burned?" he asked with a little concern.
"No... just a little, not hot." Qiao Muer also frowned. It was really difficult to deal with the green soup on her body.
"You've been so impetuous since you were a child..." Yue Zheng took a wet towel and wiped her hands. Although he frowned, his movements to wipe off the dirt for Qiao Muer were careful and gentle.
Qiao Muer: “…”
She was at a loss for words when Yue Zheng mentioned the past.
The beautiful executive who had just squeezed towards Yue Zheng was indeed a senior executive in the public relations department. When she saw that Qiao Muer's dress was soiled, she immediately stood up and said, "There's a shopping mall next door. I'll go buy Secretary Qiao a new set of clothes."
Since Yue Shao has shown full support for Secretary Qiao, which is completely different from the rumored attitude of just playing around, the rest of them must change their strategies in time.
The female executive of the public relations department asked with a smile: "Secretary Qiao should like black and white clothes, right?"
She observed Qiao Muer's clothes, most of which were in these cool and capable colors.
Yue Zheng didn't even raise his head, still carefully checking Qiao Muer's condition: "Go to the CL counter and buy a set of light pink ones, and put them on the company account."
A set of suits at the CL counter is at least around 40,000 or 50,000 yuan, and the cheaper ones even have specified colors. It seems that they are serious about Secretary Qiao this time!
When Qiao Muer heard Yue Zheng asking the PR manager to buy a pink suit, she thought he had a bad taste and wanted to stop him, but she heard the man's deep and magnetic voice coming from her ear: "When you were a child, your favorite thing was pink skirts. I still remember how beautiful you looked in a pink skirt."
“…” This time, Qiao Muer’s face really turned red.
It was burning hot, and the red spread from the cheeks to the ears.
The colleagues watching around naturally would not miss the little interaction between Yue Zheng and Qiao Muer.
I don’t know why, but I couldn’t help but feel that Yue Zheng’s actions in caring for Qiao Muer were smooth and seamless.
Not only did I not feel awkward at all, but I felt that Yue Shao and Secretary Qiao not only looked like a good match, but also gave me the feeling that they had been dating for a long time. (To be continued)