Chapter 42 The last question

Her refusal was expected.

After the meal, the servant handed over a hot towel to wash hands. Chen Jingyuan wiped his hands and looked at the girl opposite him. He gently dispelled her concerns, "Two hours on Saturday afternoon. The specific time period is up to you. Uncle Ming will ask the driver to pick you up. As for what you said about misleading young people."

Chen Jingyuan paused.

Then, he continued calmly: "Even if it's a mistake, I have a way to get it back."

Josie had been eager to try it out, and she immediately expressed her opinion when she heard this.

"Yes, no matter what I learn, Daddy can turn me back, so don't worry, sister, don't feel stressed."

Liang Weining:
This father and son are more confident than each other.

Can it really be brought back?

She has been under Teacher Xie's supervision for so many years, and she has learned some wrong things.

She had intended to refuse firmly, but after hearing the hourly wage Chen Jingyuan offered her, she became hesitant.

The boss is very generous.

Nowadays, the salary of tutors is much higher than that of white-collar workers.

Liang Weining looked down upon himself fiercely.

Finally, she gave her answer in front of Josie's expectant eyes: "Thank you, Mr. Chen, for your appreciation. In that case, I'll consider it."

After all, I want to bow down for money once.

There was a meeting in the company in the afternoon, and Liang Weining went back with the boss.

The back seat of the car is still the assistant's position.

There was a piece of file paper under the cigarette box on the armrest. I glanced at it casually just now and it looked slightly familiar.

Catching sight of where the girl's gaze was fixed, Chen Jingyuan turned his head and picked up the cigarette box. Instead of lighting a cigarette, he folded the piece of paper and put it in the storage compartment.

The man moved slowly and his expression was normal. Liang Weining didn't think much about it and turned to the window to admire the scenery along Sassoon Road.

After the car drove into Central, the man who had been silent all the way suddenly looked at her and whispered, "Are you under too much pressure recently?"

pressure.

Liang Weining's breathing paused.

I feel intuitively that there is something behind what the boss said.

Her throat tightened, and she turned away her eyes and said ambiguously: "Actually, it's okay. Mr. Chen treats his subordinates like family members. I feel unprecedented warmth and care. I feel relaxed, really."

As soon as the words were spoken, the air fell into silence.

God knows what she is talking about.

I can clearly feel that the breathing of the man opposite me has slowed down a lot compared to before.

Liang Weining's palms were sweating, and she was ready to go. She decided to muster up her courage and make her words clearer.

But before he could open his mouth, Chen Jingyuan's low voice full of interest had already filled his ears, "The pressure I'm talking about is in terms of work. Secretary Liang is hinting at something."

amount.

work part?

Her expression froze for two seconds, and she quickly came back to her senses and calmly said, "Yes, because of Mr. Chen's care, my work is also very easy. There is no problem. You can rest assured about this."

And then he made jokes with her.

This way of asking would not yield any results. Chen Jingyuan did not want to continue beating around the bush and said directly: "The psychological evaluation report shows that you have moderate anxiety disorder. I would like to hear your own thoughts on this."

Evaluation Report?

anxiety!
Liang Weining thought of the mental health training last week.

She was so depressed that she explained helplessly: "I felt that the lecturer was not professional enough. The evaluation form was all written by me randomly and cannot be used as a reference."

write without basis.

Chen Jingyuan stared at her silently, "Did you write the last question randomly as well?"

What is the most—

Thoughts stuck.

One second, two seconds, three seconds. The girl's cheeks were visibly flushed.

Last question: Please use no less than three sentences to describe the image and favorability of your direct superior in your mind.

She wrote something.

It's more than three sentences, it's a short essay.

Liang Weining turned his head away and pretended to be dead, "Can you please not answer this kind of question?" An unbearable silence spread in the car.

For a moment, Liang Weining's cheeks turned red and she refused to speak. She didn't dare to look at him, and her heart was on the verge of collapse.

Opposite her, Mr. Chen, who was usually a gentleman and reserved, was leaning leisurely on the back seat. He asked slowly in a low voice with a chuckle, "Tell me, is it written randomly?"

"."

The girl was about to cry.

One of them was that the boss had a great body and she wanted to touch his abdominal muscles.

What about anonymity?

fraud!

During the remaining journey, Liang Weining, who was only half alive, was successfully rescued by a business phone call.

Hearing the man pick up the phone to talk about business, the atmosphere relaxed and she breathed a sigh of relief without leaving a trace.

Less than two seconds after relaxing, the man's gaze fell over.

My heart rose to my throat again.

As the girl sat upright and waited, Chen Jingyuan spoke in a steady voice, "Prepare some materials according to the list in your mailbox, and notify the project team that the meeting will be delayed for half an hour."

It turned out to be official business.

Liang Weining took note of it carefully and nodded, "Okay."

Ten minutes later, the extended Pullman drove into the underground parking lot of China Harbor Building.

The elevator is going up.

The metal wall reflected the man's mature and stern facial features. Liang Weining stood quietly at the side and behind him, trying to avoid his sight to avoid bumping into him.

The little action did not escape Chen Jingyuan's eyes.

He glanced at the girl's face calmly. The blush on her cheeks faded and her complexion returned to normal. She must have successfully reconciled with her heart during the ten minutes of meditation and concentration.

With such willpower and such a state of mind, why would one be anxious?

The elevator door opened and Chen Jingyuan silently withdrew his gaze. He raised his wrist to check the time and stepped out of the elevator.

The secretary quickly followed.

He was tall and had long legs, and his steps were slightly longer. Liang Weining almost jogged in her high heels.

Chen Jingyuan slowed down his pace, lowered his eyes and inadvertently glanced at the girl's slender white ankles, and his heart seemed to be gently tickled by something.

Back in the office, the mermaid hourglass was still there on the large dark desk.

She was indeed brave enough to put the things back.

Chen Jingyuan stood in front of his desk and pressed the intercom with a blank expression. Two seconds later, the secretary answered the call. He said in a deep voice, "Coffee."

Vivi was frightened.

After hanging up, he quickly walked to Secretary Liang's workstation and whispered, "The boss asked for coffee. He sounds like he's not in a good mood. You have to be careful."

Feeling down?

How is that possible? It was fine just a few minutes ago.

Liang Weining thought Vivi was exaggerating and trying to scare her on purpose.

However, when she made the coffee and brought it in, the moment she pushed open the office door, she felt the slightly cool air inside, and her heart skipped a beat.

I almost forgot about the hourglass.

She had to face it anyway, and escaping death had always been her best secret.

Liang Weining walked calmly to the big table, holding a cup of coffee.

The bottom of the cup rests on the table.

She glanced at the hourglass inconspicuously and explained softly, "There was a burglary in a residential building in the community last night. Although the item is not expensive, it is also a token of your love for your subordinates. It is not safe to leave it at home, so after thinking about it, I think it is safest to bring it back to the company."

I didn’t say I didn’t want it, I just stored it in the boss’ office temporarily.

There's nothing wrong with that.

Chen Jingyuan dealt with the documents at hand and listened to her nonsense quietly without expressing any opinion.

Seeing that the boss was indifferent, Liang Weining tactfully turned off the microphone.

She waited in silence for a few seconds. Just as she was about to leave quietly, a man's low voice without any fluctuations came from behind her, "Close the door and come here."

Liang Weining:
　Sorry for being late, group please~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)