Chapter 4 The Taste Is Not Good

"Yes, President Yan." In response, she approached Yan Rusheng and put the coffee in front of him with both hands.

Quickly looked at the boss, and the final result was: the boss is very angry now.

But she is used to him pulling a bad face early in the morning.

"Are you a pig brain?"

Yan Rusheng was sitting on the luxurious boss chair, staring at the woman standing opposite him with dark eyes, as if he wanted to strangle her to death angrily.

The drawer on his right was not closed tightly, and there was today's morning newspaper in it, which he put in before Wen Xuxu came in.

Wen Xuxu lowered her head and muttered in her heart, what did she do wrong?

I really want to say, 'You are the pig's brain, and your whole family is a pig's brain', but Nima's family is a big boss.

I can only swallow my breath.

Yan Rusheng saw her with her head lowered, her cheeks puffed out, and she looked like a doormat. He was so angry that he picked up the coffee in front of him and drank it.

'puff'

As soon as he took a sip of coffee into his mouth, he immediately spit it out again.

No...it was sprayed out.

The coffee was splashed all over the table, and Wen Xuxu, who was standing opposite, was not spared. The coffee was splashed on his face and white shirt.

She frowned, pursed her lips tightly, and looked like she had eaten shit.

Yan Rusheng threw the cup on the ground angrily, "Wen Xuxu, do you want to burn me to death?"

The coffee was freshly brewed, and Wen Xuxu brought it in just after it was brewed, so it's no wonder it wasn't hot.

Being scolded, Wen Xuxu felt wronged and couldn't take it any longer. She raised her head and argued with Yan Rusheng, "How could the freshly brewed coffee not be hot? Can't you blow it first before drinking it?"

"Hey!" Yan Rusheng became anxious, "Wen Xuxu, you have become more courageous. You dare to talk back to me."

"It's unreasonable." Wen Xuxu glared at Yan Rusheng bitterly, then turned around and left.

She finally realized a truth, the boss can't get used to it, the more used to it, the more jerk he becomes!

Yan Rusheng looked at Wen Xuxu's arrogant back, wishing he could hit the ashtray on the table and hit her.

"you come back."

Wen Xuxu opened the door resolutely as if she hadn't heard, and went out.

She left and closed the door, but Yan Rusheng's anger subsided. He pulled up the chair behind him and sat down lazily.

He stretched out his hand to tug on the collar, opened the drawer with the other hand, and took out the newspaper. The headline on it read, "Qingqing returned to China after filming. Yan Sanshao not only sent flowers to welcome her, but also sent a personal secretary to take care of her. I am envious." Countless girls'.

In the photo, Wen Xuxu squatted and pinched Ouyang Qingqing's feet, looking so humble.

It’s okay not to see it, but after seeing him, he got angry again, crumpled up the newspaper with both hands, and threw it into the trash can.

"I have known to compete with me since I was a child, I am used to it!"

Then he reached out and dialed the secretary's extension.

There was a beep, and Wen Xuxu's voice came, "Yes, Mr. Yan."

Yan Rusheng was still angry, and ordered in a heavy tone, "Squeeze me a glass of watermelon juice, and I want it iced."

Before Wen Xuxu could reply, he hung up the phone.

Wen Xuxu frowned and rolled his eyes when he heard the sound of'beep'.

What does it mean? Does it mean he is angry now?

Watermelon juice, but also ice.

It should be that the sip of coffee just now gave him a lot of soup, and now he doesn't feel well.

Thinking about it, she couldn't help shaking her head and laughing, feeling very helpless.

Then he got up and went into the president's office.