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As soon as she entered the company, everyone looked at her curiously.

Meng Jiao also allowed them to observe her openly. Her beautiful face was no longer bound by the frame, and with the addition of the system balls, the oversized suit became a casual style with a certain temperament under her background. She controlled everyone who passed by for three seconds.

If it weren't for the name tag on Meng Jiao's suit, no one except those who didn't have dinner with her last night would have recognized her. This was actually Secretary An, who used to dress like a conservative old woman.

Putting Gu Jingchi's suit aside, Meng Jiao sorted out her memories and started to work, ignoring the advice of her colleagues around her.

She heard it clearly. Although some people were jealous of her face, most people didn't say anything bad about her because of her excellent work ability.

Gu Jingchi took the special elevator upstairs and deliberately walked around the president's office. Seeing that Meng Jiao didn't even raise her head, he coughed twice to try to attract the person's attention.

"Where's Lin Zhihuai?"

I followed him up the elevator and Lin, who had greeted me downstairs...

Turning around with great tact, it was like a first meeting.

He also didn't understand what part of the couple's play he was playing... When the atmosphere became tense, Qi Chuchu, who was working near the entrance of the president's office, quickly stood up.

She tucked her hair behind her ears, revealing her delicately made-up face, and spoke to Gu Jingchi.

"President, Assistant Lin hasn't arrived yet. I can help you with anything you need."

Meng Jiao continued to work, but in fact she was watching the system's broadcast.

This girl is new here. I heard she is the niece of the company's human resources manager. She has been in office for a month and she knows the rules but still asks this question. She really doesn't know how poisonous Gu Jingchi's mouth is.

Gu Jingchi was already a little angry when he saw Meng Jiao didn't look up from beginning to end. Then he saw that this girl almost had the words "I have ambition" written on her face. He frowned and said,

"You're a fan, don't talk to me." He turned around and left gracefully.

Critical hit! Straight to the heart!

Everyone in the office sat at their workstations, laughing secretly. What the hell,

As expected, the girl's face suddenly turned ugly. She glared at everyone in the office without distinction, and then pretended to be very busy at work.

Those who didn't laugh at her: No, girl, you think you are the boss of the president's office, who are you glaring at?

All morning, the working spirit in Mengjiao was burning.

The original owner usually needs to organize meeting minutes in addition to negotiations. Yesterday when she was not here, the little girl organized them. Now she needs to organize them and give them to Gu Jingchi.

Finally, she finished packing, stretched and stood up. Instead of going in directly, she handed the things to Assistant Lin and went to the coffee room to rest.

Lin Zhihuai scratched his head after receiving the document. What are these two doing again?

Gu Jingchi waited for the whole morning, and he saw his coat on her desk, but she didn't give it to him. She even usually gave him some reports, but today she didn't give him any.

His irritable mood made him feel that the pile of documents in front of him was boring and he didn't want to approve them at all.

The glass in the CEO's office is one-way glass. You can see outside from inside, but you can't see inside from outside. He looked up and saw Meng Jiao walking towards him. He sat up straight and pretended to be busy.

Hearing the knock on the door, he spoke in a calm voice, but he was actually a little delighted inside. Could it be that he finally couldn't hold it in anymore?

However, when he looked up, he found that it was Lin Zhihuai. When he looked outside, there was no sign of Meng Jiao.

"why you?"

Lin Zhihuai paused as he was about to enter. Should he go in or not? No, what was going on between the two?

"Um, President, Assistant An sent me the report and asked me to give it to you..."

Gu Jingchi pressed his temple and told him to put it down and go out tiredly.

The gap in his heart made him feel ashamed. What happened to him? She was just a woman. Was he crazy?

I adjusted my attention and turned it back to work, telling myself that it was just a one-night stand, how could I be so childish?

Although it was their first time, the other party didn't want to, and it wasn't like he couldn't find someone else. Yes, he wasn't the one with the problem, it had to be,

At noon, Meng Jiao repeated the morning operation.

For half a month, even other people in the office noticed that something was wrong between Meng Jiao and the president.

At first, everyone thought that Meng Jiao, who had been so neat and tidy recently, was having some inappropriate thoughts.

As a result, Meng Jiao, who used to have some contact with the president and others, now does not enter the office and stays away from the president when taking meeting minutes.

Gu Jingchi was so angry that he arranged his schedule more fully, fearing that he would become addicted to it.

Every night he held the recorder but didn't dare to click it, for he was afraid that his suppressed emotions would take control of his brain again.

When he couldn't sleep at night, he would sit on the balcony with a glass of red wine and ponder what he really wanted.

A cruel woman is more hurtful than his poisonous tongue.

When Meng Jiao's unilateral cold war lasted for a month, she submitted her leave application as planned.

The original owner worked in the company for a year and a half, 365 days a year, without missing a day, fearing that she would not be able to earn enough money to feed her younger brother, so she saved up enough vacation time.

Meng Jiao directly reported a one and a half month rest, thinking that if it was a kitten, it would take half a month to recuperate after it was born.

At night, Gu Jingchi, who never smoked, was leaning against the black Mercedes-Benz with a cigarette in his mouth, looking towards the window of Meng Jiao's room again.

Recently, he was working in the villa he bought under the pretext of a business trip. He found that he could no longer control his feelings for that person.

Seeing her chatting and laughing with others, I couldn't understand why she could be so cold to me.

He held his breath and thought that he would never see it again, but he was wrong.

Feelings are like springs. The more they are suppressed, the greater the possibility of collapse.

Until the lights upstairs went out again, he turned around and got in the car and drove away.

Not long after he left, in the shadows on the other side, Uncle Zhang looked helplessly at the old lady wearing sunglasses in the dark night.

"Madam, the young master is gone."

Gu Fenghe took off her sunglasses and glanced at Meng Jiao's room upstairs. "Go check whose house that is." (This is fiction. In reality, this is called an invasion of privacy. Don't learn this.)

The next day, Meng Jiao took the water and prepared to go to the hospital for a check-up. Although the system could not check whether the baby was a kitten, she still decided to give it a try.

Gu Fenghe, who was following behind her and finally saw her face clearly, was dazed for a moment when he met her pair of ocean-blue eyes.

Then he shook his head again, he was really old, how could a cat turn into a human?

Putting aside her own ridiculous thoughts, the old lady followed her into the hospital.

When she saw Meng Jiao going into the hospital, she was a little confused. Was the little girl sick?

In the company, Gu Jingchi was calm at first, then furious when he heard the news that Meng Jiao was taking annual leave.

"Who approved it for her?"

Lin Zhihuai didn't expect him to get so angry. It was all his fault that he couldn't resist Shen Qiaoyue's date temptation yesterday and rejected her directly.

Dodging the flying documents, he spoke tremblingly.

"President, it was you who stipulated that if there is no project follow-up during the annual leave, it can be directly transferred..."

Gu Jingchi: ....