My daughter-in-law, you can't provoke

Chapter 14 Liu Yaran has a problem!

The office was in a mess, and Liu Yaran was holding the documents beside her, flipping through them one by one, at a surprisingly fast speed.

This action does not seem like a secretary can do it.

Because it is too disorganized.

She seemed to be in a hurry, or... doing something ulterior.

Squeak!

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Liu Yaran suddenly turned her head, and couldn't help being surprised, "Feng Lin!?"

"Hahaha! Miss Liu, what are you doing? Are you in a hurry to get off work?"

Feng Lin walked in with a smile, his expression slightly relaxed.

"Mr. Feng made fun of me again. The investor called me just now, and the CEO wasn't here. I was in a hurry."

Liu Yaran put down the documents in her hands, gently pushed down her gold-rimmed glasses, and regained her previous calm.

And speak with charm.

"You startled me, I thought you were a commercial spy, and you were going to report to Su Yun." Feng Lin heaved a sigh of relief, and did not forget to pat his chest exaggeratedly.

Liu Yaran's winking eyes behind the gold-rimmed glasses narrowed into a line.

She immediately took out a document, glanced at it roughly, and hurried out, "I finally found it, Mr. Feng, I will entertain you after I finish my work."

Before Feng Lin could say anything, she left the office and closed the door.

Years of intuition told Feng Lin that things were not that simple. He looked around and found a camera in the corner.

Came here to observe carefully, the camera did not work.

He immediately turned on the light next to him.

Sure enough, the power went out.

Is there such a coincidence?
At this moment, the electric light suddenly turned on, but it was not dazzling in the daytime office.

Feng Lin immediately turned off the light, knowing that it would take some time to activate the camera.

He sat on the sofa calmly, playing with his mobile phone, and it was confirmed now.

Liu Yaran has a problem.

"Take some time to try her. Anyway, Su Yun is my wife now."

Feng Lin raised his legs and looked at the beauty who walked in, exuding a mature charm all over his body.

"It's finally over, luckily it didn't mess things up."

Liu Yaran walked in with a smile, and began to sort out the messy materials here, and kept asking, "By the way, aren't you with the president?"

"No, she has something to do and can't come today, let me get an important document."

Feng Lin took out the key from his body, went to the second drawer of the bookcase, and opened it.

Liu Yaran also walked over with a smile and looked inside the drawer.

The inside was clean, apparently not opened very often, except for a portfolio.

Feng Lin took it out and locked the drawer again.

"Miss Liu, I'm going back first if there's nothing else to do." Feng Lin held up the file bag in his hand, and waved with a smile.

"Wait a minute, since you're here, how can I not entertain you?" Liu Yaran shouted hastily, continuing to organize the materials in front of her.

The movements are very familiar, and within a few tens of seconds, the information is neatly placed in the previous position.

"I bought good tea yesterday, please drink a cup."

Liu Yaran pointed her finger at Feng Lin, winking like silk, "Go to my office, tea is not allowed in the CEO's office, let her know, she will scold me again."

"How dare she scold you? It's outrageous, she must be jealous of your beauty!" Feng Lin looked at the figure outlined by the OL uniform, and said angrily.

This guy and Su Yun are both excellent, but they are two different styles.

Su Yun's figure is better than hers, almost reaching the level of E in front of her body, but that woman's temperament is too cold, not feminine at all.

In comparison, Liu Yaran, a charming person, is even more irritating.

The uniform and glasses are almost the natural enemy of Yu Jiekong.

"Bad man, with your mouth, you must have deceived many girls." Liu Yaran covered her mouth and chuckled, and the capital in front of her trembled.

"I'm telling the truth, I'm going to the bathroom."

Feng Lin smiled and waved his hands, put the file bag in his hand on the sofa, and purposely aimed one corner at the crack of the white floor.

As long as she dared to move it, it might be in the right direction to put it back.

But most people will never put it so accurately.

The president's office has its own bathroom. After Feng Lin came in, he counted the time.

Just now he roughly sensed that there were at least 30 sheets of paper inside, and no matter how fast she was, she couldn't read them all at once.

Feng Lin closed the bathroom door, counted 30 seconds inside, and opened the door immediately.

Liu Yaran was not here, he came to the sofa and looked at the information bag just now, but he didn't touch it.

Is it because of the camera?

Feng Lin muttered to himself, picked up the file bag casually, and patted his palm lightly.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he casually placed the portfolio in the bookcase.

I took a new one from above, which is about the same thickness as the previous one.

After everything was over, he stared at the camera and raised his scissors with a smile.

"Mr. Feng?"

At this time, Liu Yaran's voice sounded outside.

"coming!"

Feng Lin took out his phone, turned off the sound, and turned on the recording function.

His mobile phone is specially made, such as a camera, with both the front and the back in his hand.

But on the side of the phone, there is the world's most advanced pinhole camera, which is specially used for sneak shots.

He walked out with a smile on his hand and came to the secretary's office next to him.

At this moment, Liu Yaran put the antique tea set on the glass table beside her and was helping Feng Lin to make tea.

Her posture like this, coupled with her gentle movements like water, every frown and smile are all film and television materials.

However, people like Feng Lin don't like this kind of art.

He drinks tea and wine as water.

In the original mission, there were many people pretending to be high-society people. He has learned a lot, and he has learned a lot.

"Come on! Try it."

Liu Yaran picked up the teacup with a smile and put it in front of Feng Lin.

Feng Lin casually put the file bag by his side, picked up the teacup, took a sip, and was stunned, "Dahongpao?"

"Great!"

Liu Yaran gave a thumbs up, her expression was full of surprise, "I didn't expect Mr. Feng to understand tea culture."

"Stop flattering me, just call me by my name, and drink a little."

Feng Lin stood up and looked around. There was no camera here. Where should he hide his mobile phone?
In the end, he looked out of the window. There was a flowerpot on the windowsill over there. The green color of the flowers and green leaves blended into one, hanging out of the flowerpot.

He pretended to observe the scenery outside, but actually stuffed his mobile phone into the green leaves and pointed it in the direction of his portfolio.

"Feng Lin, how are you and the president doing now?" Liu Yaran continued to make tea and asked casually.

"What else? You should understand her character, but fortunately, I got so many shares from her."

Feng Lin suddenly turned around, and said with an embarrassed expression, "I'm sorry, I felt sick to my stomach just now, so I'll make it bigger."

Before Liu Yaran could say anything, Feng Lin ran back to Su Yun's office and entered the bathroom.

Liu Yaran smiled helplessly, followed Feng Lin to the CEO's office, and closed the door.

Then he turned his head and looked at the file bag on the sofa.

(End of this chapter)