Mr. He’s Daily Affections

Don't discuss the president's personal affairs. Adam glanced at her and said, Go back to work. Once you offend the president, you will be transferred back with just one sentence.

Qian Feifei was startled and quickly returned to her seat.

You know, as the only female secretary next to the president, even if the president never looks at her, this position is unique, and she doesn't want to mess it up.

Zhixi waited for half an hour and was really bored.

The most important thing is... there are no seats at the door. She stood all the time and soon felt tired.

As a pregnant woman, she did not dare to take it lightly. After thinking about it, she walked to Adam and said, Can you find a place for me to rest? It would be better if there is a cup of hot water.

Adam looked at her in astonishment.

Hearing Zhixi confidently make such a request, he actually lost his temper.

He thought for a while and pointed to an empty seat behind him: There is an assistant who is taking leave in the morning, and the seat is vacant... You can go and sit down, but don't touch his things.

Zhixi was a little disappointed...Why didn't Adam recognize her?

Unfortunately, on this occasion, she couldn't directly say that she was Su Zhixi, so she could only sigh with regret: Okay, thank you very much.

She walked over, sat down on the swivel chair, and sighed comfortably. Not long after, Qian Feifei came over on Adam's order and brought her a cup of hot water.

Zhixi took it with a smile and thanked her.

Qian Feifei's face looked a little ugly. She looked at her with a critical look, turned around and left.

When she passed by Adam, she was still a little dissatisfied: Special assistant, you have such a good temper. Let this woman stay here... What if the president sees and gets angry?

Adam frowned and couldn't help but turn his head and glance at Zhixi who was holding a tea cup next to him.

It feels too familiar...but the young lady is obviously dead, and this woman is not exactly the same as the young lady.

Yes, the sound is different too.

Otherwise he might really think it was the same person.

Don't worry about it. If the president is angry, I will take care of him. Adam said calmly.

Qian Feifei had to reluctantly return to her position.

Unfortunately, not long after she sat down to work, a figure suddenly appeared in front of her eyes.

The woman looked at her embarrassedly: Sorry, I can't drink tea. Can you pour me a glass of boiled water?

Qian Feifei's anger suddenly arose: Miss, didn't you see that I am working?

Then... where is the water dispenser? I'll pour it myself, so I won't bother you. Zhixi was not angry, still smiling.

Sun Feifei gave her a stern look: Forget it, I'll go. After saying that, she stood up and walked to the tea room nearby, and soon brought a cup of hot water over.

Zhixi thanked her and was about to take it. Unfortunately, as soon as she touched the cup, Qian Feifei let go of her hand. She couldn't hold it steady and the whole cup of hot water spilled over. Half of it spilled on her clothes, and half of it spilled on her clothes. Sprinkle on the back of your hands.

She gasped in pain!

Qian Feifei was also splashed with a few drops of water, and her eyebrows suddenly tightened: Why are you so careless?

Zhixi didn't want to argue with her about whose fault it was. She turned around to go to the bathroom to clean up, but when she turned around, she saw He Jingyao.

He had just stepped out of the elevator, with several senior executives behind him. When he saw her, the man stopped in his steps and his face suddenly darkened.