Don’t Be a Secretary For a Genius

    A few cyan blood vessels burst out from Jiang Shengyan's hand holding the suitcase.

    She took a deep breath, tried to calm her voice, and said, "I'm sorry, I don't know why you pester me."

    The woman in the pan head said: "Miss Jiang, I want to help you, about Mayor Jiang—"

    "—You didn't want to help me." Jiang Shengyan interrupted and let out a sneer, "You are just a selfish and sad person!"

    "My job is to dig out the truth, so that the public can clearly realize that things are never what they seem on the surface." The pan-headed woman approached step by step, "Aren't you resentful? "

    "I won't use it as material for you." Jiang Shengyan said coldly, "I'm going home."

    The pantou woman didn't put any more pressure on Jiang Shengyan, she just said, "I won't give up." She put her hand in the pocket of her jeans and turned to leave.

    Jiang Shengyan gritted his teeth, closed his eyes and stood there for a few seconds.

    The living room is spotless, the glass cabinets with certificates and trophies are transparent and bright, and the dancing photos of Mama Jiang when she was young are hung on the wall.

    Jiang Shengyan walked into the house with a gentle smile full of smiles.

    "Yanyan." Jiang's mother controlled the wheelchair to greet her, "Are you hungry? You can eat after washing your hands."

    Jiang Shengyan leaned over and gave her mother a hug, grinned and said, "Mom, I've missed you for a few days on a business trip."

    Mother Jiang shook her head a few times, expressing disbelief.

    "I don't usually eat at home, so it can be seen that I don't think much about me. I'm sure I can't take time to think about me on business trips."

    Jiang Sheng laughed, "Mom, what kind of robber logic is this?"

    Mother Jiang grabbed Jiang Shengyan's hand, patted the back of her hand, and said with a smile, "wash your hands and eat."

    Jiang Shengyan walked into the bathroom, resting her hands on the sink, and quietly looked at herself in the mirror. The corners of his lips were slightly curved, and two shallow pear vortices spun out.

    With such a smile, anyone who sees it will be happy.

    Jiang Shengyan turned on the faucet and put both hands into the cold water.

    In the restaurant.

    The small square table was full of dishes.

    Jiang Shengyan walked over, laughed and joked: "Today is the New Year?"

    Mother Jiang: "Our family is so miserable, can we eat big fish and meat until the New Year?"

    Jiang Shengyan sat next to her mother and picked up a bowl of soup.

    "Anyway, I never say I can't win you, eat and eat."

    Mother Jiang: "Mom can't bear to eat so much delicious food when she is alone."

    “…”

    Jiang Shengyan put the soup bowl in front of her mother, "Come on, my daughter honors you."

    "Thank you daughter." Jiang mother picked up the spoon, scooped up a spoonful of soup, blew lightly a few times, and sipped it into her mouth.

    Elegance and grace.

    Jiang Shengyan looked at her mother, and was lost for a few seconds.

    Mama Jiang raised her head.

    "Isn't your mother too good-looking and fascinated you?"

    Jiang Shengyan nodded, "Mom is so beautiful, I can't bear to look away."

    Mother Jiang: "If you use half of the tricks to deal with your mother on other people, your mother will now have a grandson who can go out and make soy sauce."

    Jiang Shengyan choked, picked up the spoon and said, "I won't mess with you, I'll drink the soup."

    Mother Jiang raised her hand to put her daughter's broken hair behind her ear, and said with concern, "You should also pay attention to your body when you are busy at work. Don't lose yourself when you are busy."

    "I know my mother." Jiang Shengyan joked, "My boss will not treat me badly, I can choose a five-star hotel or three Michelin stars."

    Mother Jiang: "I heard from you before that your boss is a girl in her early twenties."

    Although Jiang Shengyan worked for Jingteng Group before graduating from university, she seldom talked to her mother about work, and she never told her about the "selling contract".

    At first, Jiang Shengyan only said that Jingteng would fund all her university tuition fees, and the money for the operation was lent to her by the chairman.

    Mother Jiang had such a vague guess, but since her daughter didn't want to say it, she pretended not to know.

    Family love is like this, mutual understanding, mutual tolerance, and sometimes well-intentioned concealment.

    "Well." Jiang Sheng said, "Why do you suddenly mention this?"

    Mother Jiang smiled, "If you didn't say this, I thought you liked your boss."

    The expression on Jiang Shengyan's face froze for a few seconds, and he was speechless to deny it.

    Mother Jiang gave Jiang Shengyan a chopstick to mix fresh lily and said angrily, "Why are you so dumb today, eat quickly."

    I didn't go further on that topic, it seems that what I just said was just a casual remark.

    Jiang Shengyan also gave her mother a piece of sweet and sour steak, smiled, and lowered her head to eat.

    "Yan Yan, if something goes wrong with you at work, my mother is willing to be your audience at any time." Mama Jiang said, "It's the same emotionally."

    Jiang Sheng raised his eyebrows and said, "You don't know your daughter, one person can support ten people, there is nothing wrong with it."

    Mother Jiang gave her daughter another chopstick dish and didn't say much.

    At night, the house lights up with warm yellow lights, warm and bright.

    A middle-aged woman with a ponytail stood outside a brown door with a wooden basin.

     She put the wooden basin on the ground and was about to open the door to go in.

    "Sister Zhao!" Jiang Shengyan called her.

    "Sheng Yan." A kind smile appeared on the middle-aged woman's face.

    It was Sister Zhao who was taking care of Jiang Shengyan at home.

    Jiang Shengyan walked over and said with a smile, "I'll come."

    "Okay." Sister Zhao smiled and opened the door.

    "Thank you, Sister Zhao."

    Jiang Shengyan picked up the wooden basin on the ground and walked into the house.

    Sister Zhao closed the door behind.

    "Mom."

    Jiang Shengyan put the wooden basin beside the bed, grinned and said, "I'm here to perform well today."

    "You child!" Jiang mother shook her head helplessly.

    She will be happier if her daughter can rest more than soaking her feet.

    After Jiang Shengyan tested the water temperature, she held her mother's ankle with one hand, her forearm behind her calf, and the other hand assisted her to lift her mother's feet into the hot water basin .

    The skin on Mama Jiang's feet is very fine and younger than her age. However, due to long-term poor blood circulation, it is bluish-purple.

    There was a small splash in the bucket.

    It was Jiang Shengyan's uncontrollable tears.

    Jiang Shengyan sat down on the small bench with her head lowered, her eyes widened, and the remaining tears were pressed back.

    So, only that drop came out.

    Mother Jiang did not avoid it deliberately, but said with a smile: "It's been so many years, why are you still crying because of this?"

    "No, it's the eyes that got into the sand."

    The most lame excuse.

    Mother Jiang touched her daughter's head and joked, "Then I have to plant more trees in the yard to prevent wind and sand."

    Jiang Sheng couldn't help laughing, and said, "Your daughter doesn't have that much money to support."

    Mother Jiang: "There is no way, we can only live in a house with sand in the air."

    Jiang Shengyan smiled and put her hands into the basin, and massaged her mother's feet according to the specially learned technique.

    The room was very quiet, and the sound of the collision of hands and water could be clearly heard.

    Jiang Shengyan rubbed her mother for half an hour, and the temperature of the water in the tub dropped to a level similar to that of a human body. Neither cold nor hot.

    Jiang Shengyan lifted her mother's feet out and put them on the bed. Wiped her feet with a towel.

    "Thank you." Mama Jiang said, "Thank you for your hard work."

    "Why did mom suddenly tell me this?" Jiang Sheng said angrily, "You are so polite, it's like cutting off the relationship between mother and daughter with me."

    Mother Jiang raised her eyebrows and said, "After so many years, I finally spoke my heart out."

    "..." Jiang Shengyan cast a speechless look at his mother, the subtext: at such a young age, you need to skin this!

    "I'm going to pour water." Jiang Sheng said.

    Mother Jiang: "Pour me a glass too."

    Jiang Shengyan smirked and said, "I'm going to pour the foot wash, would you like a drink?"

    Mother Jiang suddenly changed her face, "Did your mother never teach you to know the etiquette and honor? How can you give your mother a foot-washing water? It's outrageous!"

    Jiang Shengyan: "I'm leaving, you continue to act."

    Mother Jiang: "You're gone, I'll play it for the sisters in the room?"

    “…”

    Jiang Shengyan suddenly felt a chill down his spine and shook.

    Mother Jiang: "Why haven't you left yet?"

    Jiang Shengyan: "Let's go!"

    She leaned over to pick up the tub, and just took a few steps, when a sudden pain came from her ankle, and she stumbled twice.

    "What's wrong with the feet?"

    Mother Jiang realized that one of her daughter's ankles seemed to be thicker than the other.

    "It's alright." Jiang Shengyan turned around with a face full of indifference, "I accidentally twisted it today, probably stretched my muscles, and it will take two days to heal."

     "Put the water down, and mother will rub it for you." Jiang mother waved to Jiang Shengyan and asked her to sit on the bed.

    Jiang Shengyan put the wooden basin on the ground, walked to the door and shouted, "Sister Zhao! Please pour some water!"

    "Okay!" Sister Zhao's angry voice came from the corridor.

    Jiang Shengyan did not sit on the bed immediately, but went to the kitchen and poured a glass of warm water back.

    "Mom, here, not foot wash."

    Mother Jiang took the cup and took two sips and said, "Can you sit down now?"

    Jiang Shengyan took the cup and put it on the table, then stopped and sat next to her mother.

    Mama Jiang said with pity: "Everyone gives birth to a daughter and holds it in their hands as a little princess, but you, always treat your mother as a little princess. You say that you don't care about any injury or illness. Come on, Mom…"

    Not waiting for Jiang's mother to finish speaking, Jiang Shengyan lifted her foot up and said, "Isn't mother going to rub my foot? It's not because I don't want to rub, pretending to teach me that I actually want to use it Tang Seng chanting sutras and driving me away?"

    Mother Jiang's words were choked back.

    She lowered her head, held her daughter's ankle with her hand, and gently pressed and rotated with her fingertips.

    Although there are some spots on Jiang's hands, it is not difficult to see that she must have a pair of beautiful hands when she was young.

    Jiang Shengyan stared at her mother for a while and asked, "Mom, do you regret it?"

    Mother Jiang raised her head and smiled as warm as pearls.

    "Do you remember what your mother taught you to memorize: look up and be worthy of the sky, look down and be worthy of the ground, walk worthy of people, and stop worthy of your heart."

    This is the principle of life from "Mencius".

    Jiang Shengyan showed a faint smile and said, "I see."

    Next day.

    The black car stopped smoothly at the entrance of Jingteng Building.

    The driver opened the door for Jingyou.

    After Jing You got out of the car, he didn't immediately lift his feet and walk in as usual, but stood there thinking something.

    Jiang Shengyan got down from the car door on the other side, approached, and said, "Boss, why don't you leave?"

    "Secretary Jiang can walk with me." Jing You raised his right arm, his face was stiff, and his limbs were also stiff.

    Jiang Shengyan's lips curled up and she was in a good mood.

    "It's not good for others to see," she said.

    Jing You quickly put down his hand, "I'm joking, Secretary Jiang is so easy to lie!"

    After saying that, he walked quickly into the building, like a gust of wind.