Don't mess with the rich girl

"Miss Hua doesn't know yet? The appointment given to you by the personnel department is to be my secretary." Steve Bowen's smile was clear and flustered.

"Secretary..." Mu Qingqing murmured a little hesitantly.

"Miss Hua is beautiful and meticulous. It's perfect to be my personal secretary." Steve Bowen respectfully took out a document in a brown paper bag from the cabinet and handed it to Mu Qingqing.

Mu Qingqing took over and looked at the pile of English above without pressure. After recovering her memory, she remembered everything she had learned. It is easy for her to understand such a confidentiality agreement.

"Mr. Shi, what's written on it?" Mu Qingqing looked at Steve Bowen with a look of surprise in his brown eyes.

Steve Bowen raised his eyebrows, looked at Mu Qingqing in surprise and asked, "can't you not understand English?"

Mu Qingqing shook his head and said, "I really can't understand a lot of English. I've been growing up in my motherland these years. I barely understand some, but I can't understand advanced ones."

After listening to this, Steve Bowen smiled and said, "you have to study harder. Language barrier is a big problem."

"What does this document mean?" Mu Qingqing threw the confidentiality agreement on the table and looked at him with his hands around his chest.

"The confidentiality agreement of the tobacco company. If Miss Hua signs this agreement, it means keeping everything confidential." Steve Bowen patiently explained to Mu Qingqing and continued to add: "as long as this agreement is signed, there is no room for reneging. Violating the rules will pay a heavy price."

Steve Bowen's eyes were dim under the bright white incandescent lamp, and his words were particularly serious.

"Oh..." MuQing nodded and asked, "do you usually say the category of confidentiality?"

Steve Bowen suddenly got up from his office chair, bent down close to her and said, "it's all about the tobacco company. It's as small as a piece of paper of the company, as big as my Steve Bowen's name."

After listening, Mu Qingqing made a quick decision, took out a pen from the pen holder on one side, and neatly signed the name of Hua Chenyan.

Looking at the notes above, Steve Bowen was very satisfied.

"When can I start to work?" muqingqing signed the agreement, eager to enter the working state.

"From the moment you signed this agreement, you have become my official secretary." Steve Bowen licked his lips and smiled.

"Mr. Shi, what's my current job?" Mu Qingqing asked.

Steve Bowen turned his eyes, pointed to the office door and said, "you can go out now. Everyone in this building has finished work, so can you."

"I... don't do anything?" Mu Qingqing asked hesitantly.

Steve Bowen looked at her slightly sullenly. What did she want to do to the tobacco company?

"No, I mean, if I start working on my first day today, what's my salary? I don't know the working hours and off-duty hours." Mu Qingqing explained.

"Don't worry, you are the daughter of Hua Lao. Of course, your salary is higher than that of other secretaries. I've added 400 dollars to them, and there are 2500 dollars a month," Steve Bowen said proudly.

Mu Qingqing was stunned, and then said in embarrassment: "in fact... Don't give me special treatment, just like them."

The salary of the hotel back kitchen was very low, but she also saw Steve Bowen's ridicule. Washing dishes is cheap. Being a secretary is the right way.

But in her eyes, work, regardless of high or low, is to make money by ability.

"It's more money than you earn by washing dishes. Why do you refuse?" Steve Bowen looked at her puzzled. He pulled her from the hotel back kitchen to such a high-end place. She thought of the same treatment as others and didn't ask for more money?

"I only take what I should." she just wants to earn some face for Hua Lao. Being a secretary is naturally better than washing dishes. Outside, she has to do enough of the play.

Steve Bowen smiled. Maybe she was just polite. "It's settled. Take a night off and go to work at the company at 9 o'clock tomorrow morning. You can go home first now."

The leather sofa slowly returned to its original state. Steve Bowen called Hua Lao and reported Mu Qingqing's every move to the tobacco company to him.

"You can do it," said old Hua.

"Don't need to observe for some time?" Steve Bowen was a little surprised. Isn't Hua always too anxious?

"I already know her very well. Don't let your people touch her. You know what I mean." old Hua told me.

Steve Bowen smiled awkwardly and said hello. It seems that those dirty thoughts can't be used on Mu Qingqing at all. Alas, it's a pity that such a little Oriental beauty.

The dark clouds sinking in the sky cover the vast Milky Way galaxy. Mu Qingqing follows the bus stop step by step. In order to get familiar with the lines of the tobacco company, she naturally wants to walk back to Hua's house tonight.

It was late and there were few pedestrians on the road. After looking at the station on the platform, she sat on the cold bench made of stainless steel and waited for the bus to Huajia.

Suddenly, her eyes were covered with a hot, and her breath was filled with the smell of ether. She faltered twice and fainted.

She was put into a sack and thrown into the dull back-up car. Mu Qingqing closed her eyes and saw several people in the front seat clearly.

They are all strange faces, but they have the same tattoo, and a bat is tattooed in their heart.

It seems that this group of people are strong foreign men, with white skin and black skin. They are all men of the same color, but their faces are the kind they can't remember when they are thrown into the crowd.

Muqingqing secretly hooked her lips, and she already had an idea in her heart.

The five seat Jeep drove across a grassy plain to a single family mansion.

The American style decoration on the third floor is not an ordinary family at first sight.

The car drove into the garage. Five strong men got off one after another. After opening the trunk, they found that she still didn't wake up.

So she was rudely carried on a person's shoulder. In order to pretend to be dizzy, Mu Qingqing was relaxed and shaken by others, and her head was a little congested.

The scenery inside is really exquisite. It's just empty. There are only two people. One is wearing wild jeans and sitting on the sofa in the living room with his legs crossed. The other is his bodyguard.

She was carried to the gym on the first floor. One of the men went to the side of a pot of flowers. After rotating the pot 50 degrees, the whitewashed wall shrank by a quarter.

After opening it, there are wooden steps going underground, and there is a smell of dust. She didn't dare to do anything. She had to pretend to be a comatose person.

It was dark below. Someone took a flashlight and lit up the space under the stairs. The retracted wall returned to its original position and became a secret passage inside. People who don't know this place can't find an underground passage at all.

The two opened the sack and put Mu Qingqing on a royal concubine's couch. Someone lit the candles in the cellar with a lighter, reflecting an empty cellar.

Mu Qingqing lay on the imperial concubine's couch and looked at the place carefully with her eyes closed. She seriously suspected that the designer of the cellar was probably the same as the designer of the island. They were all confined spaces, but they were supplied with sufficient oxygen.

Moreover, half of the cellar is used to put wine, the other half is several passageways, and all the extended places are pasted by cement.

The imperial concubine's couch on which Mu Qingqing was lying seemed to have been deliberately prepared long ago. Oil lamps were lit on the surrounding walls. Two strong men stood opposite her, and one moved a comfortable sofa and chair, which could only sit alone.

The man in wild jeans who I saw in the living room came slowly towards her, squatted down and looked at her thin eyebrow white appearance, and one hand moved slightly.

"Boss, don't touch her.".

Hearing the speech, the man in wild jeans withdrew his hand. Beckoned them to do it.

Mu Qingqing admired their efficiency very much. In just one minute, they got a bucket of ice water. The ice is like the cut ice added to whisky and spirits.

The sound of "clattering" sounded, and a bucket of ice water splashed on MuQing's thin white T-shirt, slightly showing his skin color.

Under such kind treatment, Mu Qingqing knows he should wake up.

She slowly opened her brown eyes and looked weakly at the strangers in front of her. Her fear appeared at the bottom of her eyes and shrank to look at them. The hair is still dripping.

"Don't be afraid." the man in wild jeans turned the massage ball in his hand, with a dangerous smile on his mouth.

"You... Who are you!" Mu Qingqing sat up straight and looked at several people sitting opposite. The whole person was like a frightened bird.

Anyone who is brought to such a strange scene will be afraid. Besides, she is still a girl. Acting, of course.

"Here, where is this?" Mu Qingqing asked warily.

The bodyguard understood Chinese and translated it for the people sitting on the sofa.

Then, the man in wild jeans spoke a lot of English to Mu Qingqing.

The bodyguard said in Chinese with a foreign accent, "our boss said he wouldn't hurt you. He brought you here just to know something. As long as you say it honestly, he can let you go."

"What are you talking about? What's the situation?" Mu Qingqing looked at them confused and panicked.