Chapter 53 The Secretary Likes Skirts

After dealing with the invitation letter issue, Liang Weining took the elevator to the marketing department downstairs while there was still time.

The top-level secretary came to visit unexpectedly, and the front desk clerk led her to the department reception room with ease, served her tea, asked her to sit for a while, and then went out to find the relevant person in charge.

Liang Weining did not state her purpose, but judging from the other party's expression and reaction, it seemed that he had been waiting for her for a long time.

Soon, the marketing director pushed the door open and smiled as soon as he saw her: "Secretary Liang, if you need any information, just give me a call and I'll have someone deliver it. Why do you have to come here in person?"

"The Kirishima project is about to be tendered, and my colleagues must be very busy. The Director's Office cannot cause you any trouble at this critical moment."

After the polite words, Liang Weining asked politely: "Is there any progress on the cause of the information error in Fengteng's files?"

When talking about this, the marketing director looked quite troubled.

He said: "The technical staff has investigated and found no signs of tampering with the system files. It is speculated that there may be a problem in the data entry process. I will continue to investigate this matter. When the results come out, I will make a detailed report to Mr. Chen in person."

Continue to investigate.

Report to Mr. Chen in person.

Liang Weining carefully savored the deep meaning of the other party's words.

If the Fengteng file had not come from her hands, why would she meddle in other people's business?

She smiled and nodded at the other party, explaining her attitude and saying that the matter was of great importance and that she would trouble the director to take care of it. She would be waiting for good news on the top floor.

The front desk clerk sent her to the elevator, which was less than two minutes away. The work scenes in the cubicle flashed through Liang Weining's peripheral vision like a high-definition movie.

The door opened and she walked in with a normal expression.

The floor numbers jump slowly.

As everyone knows, the situation downstairs is quite different.

Liang Weining accompanied the boss to the dinner that night.

The venue was a high-end Chinese restaurant located in the Asia Bay International Center. The chairman of Yunhai Construction and his secretary arrived ten minutes early.

The perfectly copied combination made Liang Weining couldn't help but glance at the boss.

Receiving her resentful gaze, Chen Jingyuan raised the corners of his lips slightly, "You won't be bored if we have common topics."

With whom.

Mr. Gu’s secretary?

I originally thought that when the bosses were talking about things, the secretaries would be arranged to sit separately next to them.

As a result, Mr. Chen asked the two ladies to sit together at the main table.

Mr. Gu, who is over 50 years old, is extremely fond of his secretary. Even under Liang Weining's forced serious gaze, he did not hesitate to tell the restaurant waiter which ingredients could not be added because his secretary was allergic to them.

The female secretary was about 27 or 28 years old. Her English name was Qiong. She looked smart and capable in a shirt and trousers. She spoke very little throughout the whole process, but when she did, it was always something important.

It seems that Qion is more familiar with the company's business and future plans than the chairman.

Liang Weining was deeply shocked.

This is not a secretary, this is clearly a lion in sheep's clothing.

In the bathroom, the two happened to meet each other.

The girl's delicate and soft eyebrows were reflected in the mirror. Qiong looked at her while washing her hands and asked with a smile: "Secretary Liang, what do you think of the dishes tonight?"

Dishes.

She didn't expect that the common topic among the big guys would be this.

After thinking for two seconds, Liang Weining said, "Although this Chinese restaurant has a rich heritage, it is new after all and has not yet penetrated the taste habits of local customers. But I believe that as long as we cook carefully and keep building a good reputation, people will know people's hearts over time. Next time we come, it will definitely give us a better experience."

After hearing this, the other party raised his eyebrows slightly, obviously a little surprised.

Perhaps it was unexpected to hear such words from a secretary.

After a moment of silence, Qiong nodded sincerely, "I totally agree. Secretary Liang's evaluation is very pertinent."

The dinner ended around eight o'clock.

On the way back, the extended Pullman drove smoothly towards Tsing Yi.

In the back seat of the luxury car, Liang Weining sat with his knees together, his eyes turned to the window, and he looked exceptionally quiet.

While I was in a daze, I heard a slight rustling sound by my ears. Before I could turn around, I found a men's coat in my arms.

She raised her eyes to look at the man.

Chen Jingyuan leaned leisurely on the chair, his eyes slowly fell on the girl's bare legs, and said calmly, "It's cold, don't wear skirts anymore." The boss didn't know how much his secretary liked skirts.

Often you need to be graceful regardless of the temperature.

But it is a bit cold tonight.

but-

Liang Weining picked up the coat, folded it and handed it over, and declined, "Thank you, Mr. Chen, I'm not cold."

It's much warmer inside the car than outside.

As if he didn't see the girl's outstretched hand, Chen Jingyuan closed his eyes and rested, with a dull expression, and ignored her.

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After a silent stalemate.

Liang Weining really couldn't stand this atmosphere, she lowered her eyes and muttered to herself as she unfolded her clothes and covered her legs again.

After too long, the lining has lost the man's body temperature.

The crisp yet soft fabric carries the cool scent of cedar, just like his cuffs, collar, and even chest, as if this addictive scent is everywhere.

And she was deeply confused by it.

When the car drove into Tsing Yi, the man who had been silent all the way asked her, "How is Yunhai Director Gu's secretary?"

what.

She realized that the boss was asking about Qion.

"She is better than her father, possessing both her father's foresight and the responsibility and steadiness that an heir should have. This is all we can see at the moment."

Liang Weining added: "The only common topic between Miss Gu and I is that we both like the last dish."

After he finished speaking, the man chuckled.

I thought the boss would ask her how she saw through Qiong's identity.

Unexpectedly, after two seconds of silence, I heard the person on the other side whisper, "There is a chef in Pokfulam who makes authentic Sichuan cuisine. Do you want the driver to pick you up early this weekend?"

At first glance, the boss' tone sounded like he was discussing something.

In fact, there is a suspicion of abusing power to oppress others.

Since coming to Hong Kong, Liang Weining has rarely been able to eat hometown food.

It would be a lie to say I don't miss it.

But, how early did he say it was?

Chen Jingyuan interrupted her thoughts, "When you get enough sleep, call Uncle Ming and he will make arrangements."

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When getting off the car, Liang Weining looked back at the man, who had already opened his eyes.

She said seriously: "The alley is too narrow, it really tests the driver's driving skills. The road is not far, I can finish it by myself."

The girl is smart and always speaks to the point.

The dusk deepened. Chen Jingyuan sat in the back seat as still as a mountain, his dark eyes staring at her quietly. "No one can walk that path for you, including me."

"Can I always trust Mr. Chen?" she asked.

Same question, last time on the way back to the hotel from a charity dinner.

That night, Liang Weining didn't get an answer.

Just now, the man gave her a very meaningful answer in a gentle and firm manner.

But in the end, Secretary Liang was really a downer.

Suddenly I thought of a business matter.

As she closed the car door, she said, "If you have time, Mr. Chen, why not go to the marketing department in person? It's very interesting there."

As to why it's interesting.

I'm sure the boss will figure it out.

(End of this chapter)