Chapter 19

A cold voice came from inside, "Come in."

Wen Xuxu pushed open the door and poked his head in first. Yan Rusheng was sitting on a luxurious office chair, with one arm resting on the armrest of the chair, his forehead resting on the back of his hand, and the three buttons on the collar of his white shirt were undone.

Looking very tired.

"Boss Yan." Wen Xuxu walked over lightly and picked up Yan Rusheng's cup.

The cup of black coffee in the morning was still not washed.

Holding the cup, she took a deep look at Yan Rusheng, hesitated to speak.

...

"Sister Xuxu, do you want afternoon tea?"

There is a pastry shop next to the company. Many Rongsheng employees come to buy afternoon tea at three or four o'clock every afternoon.

Wen Xuxu ran into an acquaintance as soon as she entered the door, and greeted her warmly.

"Ok."

She nodded and responded lightly, and walked straight to the display case where the desserts were placed.

After scanning all the desserts in the showcase, he pointed to a piece of triangular mousse and said to the salesperson, "Give me a piece of this, please remove the cream and jam on it."

"Miss, this one is special with the cream and jam on it, are you sure you want to get rid of it?" The salesperson took out the cake, looked at Wen Xuxu, and asked uncertainly.

Wen Xuxu nodded affirmatively, "Well, no, thank you."

When paying, she glanced at the drink display behind the cashier, thought about it and asked for another carton of milk.

When the elevator reached the top floor, Wen Xuxu stopped for a moment after stepping out. She looked down at the things in her hands and pursed her lips helplessly.

This is the time when people feel drowsy. Everyone holds a cup of coffee to refresh themselves while working, and the atmosphere is as quiet as ever.

Wen Xuxu walked to the door of Yan Rusheng's office and reached out to knock on the door.

"I've been in country F for two days, and now I'm in a bad mood. If you have something to say, say it and fart it."

Yan Rusheng's voice came from inside, he should be talking to someone on the phone.

Wen Xuxu's hand, which was stretched out to knock on the door, suddenly stopped, trembled, his fingers slowly curled up, and he lowered his head.

Looking at the things in his hand again, he hooked his lips mockingly.

...

"Sister Xuxu, it seems that the president's lunch today has curry sauce."

Wen Xuxu leaned against the long bar counter against the wall in the tea room, holding the mousse cake she just bought, and ate it without a spoon.

A colleague came over to pour water and saw her, and laughed and teased her.

Wen Xuxu hated curry sauce the most. Yan Rusheng deliberately ordered meals with curry sauce from time to time, and made an unwritten rule. Xuxu was his secretary, and she had to eat whatever he had for lunch. what.

Every time there is curry sauce for lunch, Xuxu can't get enough to eat, so she always goes to secretly buy something to fill her stomach in the afternoon.

So when my colleagues saw her eating in the tea room, they automatically understood that there was curry sauce in the president's lunch.

Wen Xuxu's mouth was full, and she smiled naively after hearing what her colleague said.

I thought it wasn't that there was curry sauce for lunch, but that I didn't eat it at all.

After eating half of the cake, she opened the milk again, drank a few gulps, and was about to pick up the cake and continue eating.

Her eyes flicked to the door inadvertently, and her movements came to an abrupt halt.

A pair of sullen black eyes stared at her coldly, preventing her from opening her mouth and continuing to eat.

"Boss Yan." After a moment of stunned, she came to her senses and hurriedly greeted Yan Rusheng.