Chapter 18 Moody

She knew that Chen Jingyuan was unhappy.

No boss can tolerate his subordinates making jokes in front of him.

Liang Weining looked away and chose his words carefully, "People always strive for higher goals. I cherish every opportunity Mr. Chen gives me, so I believe it will come true."

Even though the trajectory had clearly deviated, she could always find her way back cleverly.

As a secretary, he is very good at deceiving people.

After hearing her "heartfelt words", Chen Jingyuan did not react, and his expression did not change much compared to before, but it is often this kind of motionless attitude that makes people most nervous and uneasy.

Liang Weining has always been a Buddhist.

It was really hard to figure it out, so I had to give up.

In silence, Xu Zhou came over with an electronic tablet. There was a document that needed Chen Jingyuan's signature.

On the sofa, the man's mood was stable.

The atmosphere was no different.

Xu Zhou silently glanced at Secretary Liang who was sitting opposite him. The latter was quiet and looked as docile as usual.

Even so, based on his intuition as a special assistant for six years, he knew that Secretary Liang must have said something before this that made the gentleman unhappy.

"Notify Lianwu Island that the plane will land tonight and do not mobilize a large force."

After Chen Jingyuan signed, he only said this in a calm voice. Xu Zhou understood what he meant and nodded to make arrangements.

The topic was interrupted and the man never brought it up again.

Liang Weining wanted to find an excuse to leave, but saw Chen Jingyuan looking at her again.

When a person is highly concentrated, his facial expression cannot lie.

Seeing her on high alert, Chen Jingyuan felt something strange in his heart. His eyes were fixed on her, and his tone became a little gentler. "What's the climate like in Lianwu Island?" he asked.

the weather.

Before setting off, Liang Weining checked, "It will be cloudy to overcast, with a chance of light rain at night, but it will be mostly clear during the day, so it shouldn't affect our field trip."

Besides that.
Just then, my stomach growled at an inopportune moment.

She froze.

What the hell, didn’t we just have dinner?

She raised her head in a daze, and sure enough, the man was looking at her calmly.

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It's ok.

She turned her face away calmly, thinking about how to divert that person's attention.

After thinking for two seconds, Liang Weining suddenly had an idea, "Uncle Ming, do you know that we are going to Lianwu Island? Did he prepare some thicker clothes for you?"

Although he is Chen Jingyuan's secretary, the man's daily travel, including daily life, all matters are fully responsible by the housekeeper Uncle Ming.

Her duties are more focused on work.

So every time Liang Weining goes on a business trip, it’s actually very easy for her. She doesn’t have to do anything, just take herself with her.

But even so, it is time to communicate with Uncle Ming over the phone as a routine matter.

What if the housekeeper is old and has a bad memory.

Halfway through regretting, the man's deep voice slowly reached his ears, "Since Secretary Liang is so meticulous, why not wait for Uncle Ming to retire and take over his internal affairs."

what.

Liang Weining thought she had heard it wrong and was stunned.

Seeing that the man didn't seem to be joking, she calmed down and tried to make amends again, "Mr. Chen, you misunderstood. In fact, all the advantages of me are mostly only applicable to work. As for daily life, let alone taking care of you, I'm afraid I can't even take care of myself."

"Being involved in my life doesn't necessarily mean it's not work."

For some reason, Chen Jingyuan suddenly became interested and wanted to continue discussing this topic with her.

Liang Weining was a little anxious.

As a result, he felt very uneasy. "How many years until Uncle Ming retires? Otherwise, I will find time to notify the Human Resources Department and ask them to start looking for a new candidate?"

The girl's meaning was clear.

She refuses.

I won't go no matter how much money you offer me.

Chen Jingyuan was confused by the vivid little thoughts.

We have to wait and see when Uncle Ming will retire.

How could someone who had been carefully selected by the family be so easily replaced by others just because of his age?

For decades, Uncle Ming has been more than just a housekeeper to Chen Jingyuan, but more like an elder and a relative.

But it was obvious that Liang Weining took it seriously. At his age, there seemed to be few things that could arouse his interest.

But recently I discovered that he actually likes to make things difficult for his secretary.
As soon as Xu Zhou entered the front cabin, he noticed the atmosphere changing.

But compared to last time, the gentleman seemed to be in a good mood this time.

Seizing the opportunity, Liang Weining looked at him for help, hoping that Xu Zhou would save her from the dire situation because they were colleagues.

The director's office is not very big. On weekdays, everyone gets along well with each other and helps out whenever possible.

Xu Zhou didn't understand the real situation, but he had a rough idea of ​​it in his mind.

Liang Weining's current condition is exactly the same as when he first joined China Hong Kong.

You know, facing a boss like Mr. Chen, even an old hand with many years of experience in the workplace may not be able to handle it with ease, let alone a young girl who is just starting out.

Whenever this happens, it is inevitable to feel compassion.

Thinking of this, Xu Zhou whispered to the man, "Sir, you haven't slept well in recent days. While there is still time, why don't you go to the rear cabin to rest for a while?"

"What time will it land?" Chen Jingyuan asked.

"About half past eight."

A short nap is enough.

At this moment, the crew brought in some light snacks. Liang Weining was about to get up when she saw this. The man opposite her slowly raised his eyes and asked her to take the dessert away.

"Thank you, Mr. Chen. I control my sugar levels at night."

A very polite refusal.

Chen Jingyuan said calmly, "If you don't want to eat it, you can throw it away."

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She walked over silently, picked up the dessert plate, held it in her arms, and left.

The cabin is quiet.

Seeing the girl walking away, Xu Zhou tried to smooth things over for her, "It's understandable that pretty girls need to maintain their figure."

Chen Jingyuan glanced at him lightly and said nothing.

Xu Zhou continued, "Secretary Liang forgot to bring her room key last night. It was already very late when she posted the status update. She may not have slept well, so she is not in a good mood today."

After he said this, the air became eerily quieter.

Seeing that the man on the sofa was silent, Xu Zhou was a little unsure for a moment.

half an hour.

Chen Jingyuan tapped the armrest with his bent fingers and asked slowly, "Why can't I see other people's updates?"

Xu Zhou was stunned and didn't react.

After thinking for a while, he said, "Maybe the other party has blocked you."

I suddenly felt something was wrong. Mr. Chen was -

Uh.

He tried his best.
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In the rear cabin lounge, Liang Weining sat on the soft single sofa, eating the cake in small bites.

Sweet but not greasy, with only three parts of sugar.

Made by an Italian dessert chef, it tastes pretty good.

Controlling sugar intake at night is not an excuse.

But if she repeatedly declined her boss's kindness, she would seem ungrateful.

Liang Weining is not a naive person.

Just now in the front cabin, Chen Jingyuan didn't react much at the time, but he took note of it in his heart, mistakenly thinking that she was not full.

It is rare to find a boss as caring as he is towards his subordinates.

When you go out, there are clear class divisions and the strong prey on the weak.

Who cares whether you are hungry or full?

What kind of person is Chen Jingyuan?

He could be stern and unhappy with her for saying something wrong, but he could also let her take a dessert because of a small detail.

Perhaps, this is the rumored moodiness?
From this we can see that this is a common problem among big shots, and Mr. Chen is no exception.

Thinking of this, I suddenly sneezed.

She sniffed and checked the temperature display on the bulkhead.

Twenty-three degrees, it’s not cold.

(End of this chapter)