100 Days of Honey Wars: Dictatorship Boss, flirt

Once in the elevator, Qiao Mucheng put Jiang Luyao down, and pressed the floor button without saying a word, without even looking at her.

Jiang Luyao leaned over on purpose and asked, "Why, are you angry like this?"

Qiao Mucheng glanced at her, but still didn't speak.

"Stingy ghost." Jiang Luyao muttered softly.

After a while, Qiao Mucheng finally said, "Don't play such silly tricks in the future, I don't have the patience to act with you."

Jiang Luyao said disapprovingly: "If we don't act in this kind of drama, how can we make others feel that we are very affectionate? We can't let others know that we are only in the name of husband and wife, but not in reality, right?"

Qiao Mucheng raised his eyebrows: "It doesn't matter if you know."

Jiang Luyao teased him on purpose: "Really? Then I'll tell others that the reason why the two of us are like this is because you 'can't'!"

Qiao Mucheng's eyebrows twitched a few times, and he said in a cold voice, "You'd better control your mouth, if you want the game to continue, don't talk nonsense."

Seeing his deflated appearance, Jiang Luyao couldn't help laughing.

She just likes to see Qiao Mucheng's helpless look of not being used to her and being unable to get rid of her, but she also knows how to let it go, if she continues to provoke him, this game may really be unplayable.

When she came to the president's office, she realized that her desk was ready.

Qiao Mucheng was originally the only person in this huge office, so naturally there would be no place for other people.

Unexpectedly, he prepared everything for her so quickly, and it doesn't seem that she is so unwelcome.

After walking to her seat and looking around carefully, she smiled and said to Qiao Mucheng: "You are very thoughtful, I thought you really didn't want to work with me."

Qiao Mucheng sat down on his own, without even looking at her, and replied, "I think too much, I don't need to worry about this kind of thing. The secretary prepared it."

Jiang Luyao didn't believe it. Without his approval, would the secretary dare to add a desk to his office?

However, her desk was a bit far from Qiao Mucheng's, roughly ten meters away.

"Hey, are you putting me so far away because you are afraid that I will molest you while you are working?" Jiang Luyao asked with an unhappy expression.

Qiao Mucheng frowned and glanced at her, not wanting to answer her words.

After complaining, Jiang Luyao sat down obediently, turned on his office computer, and wanted to see if there was any information related to the Imperial Group in it, but found that the computer seemed to be brand new, and there was nothing in it.

After sitting bored for a while, Jiang Luyao couldn't sit still anymore. He got up and slowly approached Qiao Mucheng's desk.

Qiao Mucheng said without raising his head, "Don't disturb my work."

Jiang Luyao replied unconvinced: "How can this be considered an interruption? You have your job, and I have mine too!"

After saying this, she turned and ran into the bathroom, found a towel, and pretended to wipe Qiao Mucheng's desk.

She wiped it very seriously, even the place in front of him was not spared, as if he didn't exist at all.

Shouldn't she be a life assistant?Then she will do what a life assistant should do!

Qiao Mucheng watched her busy with a cold face, and simply dropped the pen and leaned back with his arms around his arms, with a playful look in his eyes.

It wasn't until the table was wiped back and forth three times that he finally said: "If you wipe it again, the paint will come off."

Jiang Luyao acted as if he didn't hear it, and kept moving his hands.

When she rubbed against Qiao Mucheng again, he finally reached out and grabbed her wrist, snatched the towel from her hand and threw it back, and asked, "What the hell are you messing around with?"

Jiang Luyao replied disapprovingly, "I'm cleaning. This is the job of a life assistant."

"I asked you to be an assistant to the president, not a cleaning aunt, so don't lower yourself." Qiao Mucheng said bluntly.

Jiang Luyao still wanted to argue: "Then how can it be the same? The cleaning aunt is responsible for the hygiene of the whole company, and I am only responsible for yours."

Qiao Mucheng frowned, "If you really have nothing to do, go and make me a cup of coffee without sugar."

"Why should I obey your orders?" Jiang Luyao blurted out.

Qiao Mucheng looked at her speechlessly, and replied, "Because you are my assistant, do you need me to explain?"

Seeing that she still looked unconvinced, Qiao Mucheng added: "Since you want to work in the empire, you should do your part well, otherwise you can stay at home and be your Mrs. Qiao."

There was a hint of threat in these words, but Jiang Luyao also knew that if he really wanted to fire himself, it was just a matter of one sentence.

Anyway, it was just making a cup of coffee, so she "condescends" to accommodate him once!
When she walked to the coffee pot, she realized that the coffee beans had to be ground fresh, so she ground them casually, without even filtering, and cooked them together with the grounds.

After cooking, she naturally didn't forget Qiao Mucheng's advice not to use sugar, and added four spoonfuls of sugar for him "intimately", and then walked up to him with this cup of extremely rough brewed coffee, rudely Put it on the table.

Qiao Mucheng was reading an email, so he picked it up and took a sip without thinking too much about it.

Then Jiang Luyao saw the rich expression changes on his face, first he frowned, and then got tangled up, looking like he wanted to vomit but had nowhere to vomit, and finally had to suppress the discomfort and swallowed.

"Jiang-Lu-yao!"

These three words were almost said through gritted teeth, Jiang Luyao could hear his anger, and finally couldn't help laughing.

"I'm sorry, but I've never been good at making coffee, so please take care of me, the president!"

I have to admit that this is simply the worst coffee Qiao Mucheng has ever drank in his life.He even doubted whether this thing could be called coffee, and after only one sip, his mouth was full of coffee bean residue, accompanied by a tooth-losing sweet taste, which was simply disgusting.

He finally couldn't bear it anymore and said: "It seems that we need to have a good talk."

Jiang Luyao was curious: "What are you talking about? How to make coffee?"

Qiao Mucheng's face darkened again, and he replied, "Tell me about what you should do as an assistant so that I won't be kicked out of the company."

Jiang Luyao sat on the table in front of him nonchalantly, leaned over to look at him and said, "You want to drive me away? Then give it a try."

"You think I can't do it?" Qiao Mucheng raised his eyebrows.

Of course, Jiang Luyao had no doubts about this. As the president of the Imperial Group, it was too easy to fire an employee—even if that person was his wife.

"Of course it's easy to drive me away, but what about after that? Have you ever thought about the trouble this will cause you? I am a person who will do whatever it takes to achieve my goals. I think you have already experienced it." Jiang Luyao said , blinked at him.

Qiao Mucheng said disapprovingly: "After all, you still only have this means. Do you really think I can't deal with it?"

"Oh? Tell me about it." Jiang Luyao said confidently.

However, Qiao Mucheng was in no mood to play tug-of-war with her, and said directly: "Stop talking nonsense, if you want to stay, just follow my request."

Jiang Luyao also knew that he had to compromise when it was time to compromise, which really angered Qiao Mucheng. He didn't even have the means to deal with a little woman.

So she said innocently: "I did it according to your request, you asked me to make coffee, didn't I make it? The coffee is not good, you can't blame me, can you?"

Qiao Muchengquan continued as if he didn't hear it: "First point, you are not allowed to disturb me when I am working."

Jiang Luyao looked at him noncommittally, waiting for him to continue.

"Second, when we are working, we are just subordinates and superiors, and we are not allowed to have other thoughts that we shouldn't have."

Hearing this, Jiang Luyao raised his hand like a student in class and asked, "Excuse me, President, what do you mean when you say you shouldn't have thoughts?"

Qiao Mucheng glanced at her, and said calmly, "Everything that has nothing to do with work counts."

Jiang Luyao suddenly smiled with a clear expression on his face, and joked: "It seems that I really hit the spot, are you really afraid that I will take the opportunity to molest you?"

Qiao Mucheng glanced at her with a frown, raised his hand and pointed to her desk, and said, "Now go back to your seat, I didn't call you, so don't come here."

Jiang Luyao had had enough of playing around, if he kept pestering him, Qiao Mucheng might really lose his patience.

"Obey, Mr. President!" With a brisk tone, she finally left Qiao Mucheng's desk and obediently returned to her seat.

Not being able to make fun of Qiao Mucheng, she became bored again.The so-called assistant to the president is just a virtual job at present, and there is no substantive work to do at all, so she can only browse the web in boredom.

The secretary came in from time to time to report on work. She pricked up her ears to eavesdrop, but because she was too far away, she couldn't hear anything.

Just when she was so bored that she was about to fall asleep, a fresh face finally came into the office.

Apart from Qiao Mucheng, she only saw the secretary this morning.

Because not everyone can come in the president's office, and ordinary people only need to tell the secretary, and then the secretary will pass it on to Qiao Mucheng, so his office is usually very deserted.

But this time it was a woman who came in. Before she came in, the secretary let Qiao Mucheng in without even notifying her.

Jiang Luyao thought indignantly, the last time he wanted to enter his office, but was blocked in every possible way, why was this woman able to come in unimpeded?

With this in mind, she stared at the woman, only to find that she was staring at herself at the same time.

With a woman's unique intuition, she seemed to read something from that woman's eyes.

It was a scrutinizing gaze, as if analyzing her whole body with her eyes.

If it was just an ordinary employee, it would be impossible to blatantly look at the president's wife with such eyes.

Her intuition told her that the relationship between this woman and Qiao Mucheng might be unusual.