I really don't want a second marriage

The coldness of the male voice can almost be transmitted to Han Muzi's hand from the phone, but... The sense of familiarity still makes Han Muzi tremble.

She was still thinking about how to get close to yetingchen and try to stimulate him as much as possible to remind him of the past.

He brought it to the door himself.

Han Muzi raised a chicken thief's smile at the bottom of his eyes and said, "I know, I'll send it right away."

The man at the other end didn't seem to notice anything wrong and hung up.

Han Muzi just felt tired and her legs were swollen. Now she was full of energy. She happily returned to the sofa and put on her shoes. She couldn't care about anything and walked directly in the direction of the tea room.

When making coffee, Han Muzi was in a good mood and walked briskly.

She knows yetingchen's temperament. She worked as an assistant to him five years ago. At that time, he made his own coffee.

Although he felt sorry for himself at that time, he gradually didn't embarrass her about these small things.

So Han Muzi knows his taste very well.

Soon, Han Muzi made coffee and went out of the secretary room.

It's time to get off work, so this floor is quiet. There is no one, and sister Lin is not there. Han Muzi walks forward with coffee.

It is said that the president's office is in the innermost part of this floor, so Han Muzi just keeps going inside.

Finally, she arrived at the door of the president's office.

The heart suddenly jumped up without warning. Han Muzi took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down.

Han Muzi, you're so nervous that you just send coffee. Have you forgotten what you used to do?

Take it easy.

Pressing down the nervous mood at the bottom of his heart, Han Muzi knocked on the door.

"Enter."

The voice without a trace of temperature came from inside, empty, but directly into Han Muzi's heart.

She opened the door and went in with her coffee.

While walking, he looked at the style of the office and saw that the decoration should have been redesigned. Although he lost his memory, the decoration style still had no change with his own temperament. It was dominated by cold colors. The whole office gave people a particularly cold and serious feeling.

The desk and the floor are kept clean, which can also be seen that the master is also clean.

Well, it's still the original yetingchen.

It's her night Tingchen.

Han Muzi smiled secretly, then walked forward and sent the coffee to his hand: "president, your coffee."

When she bent down, the ponytail tied behind her head unconsciously leaned forward to her arm, with a faint aroma.

When people came in, yetingchen didn't even lift his head. He had been dealing with his work. Until now, a woman's faint aroma unconsciously lingered around him. Yetingchen didn't realize that something was wrong.

He frowned and raised his eyes.

Because Han Muzi bent down to deliver coffee, she just met him and raised her head, so her exquisite face broke into the sight of yetingchen.

Han Muzi also just raised her head and their eyes were on each other.

Such a distance is very close.

Han Muzi stared at him blankly and couldn't move her eyes.

She is not a flower maniac, but... This feeling of recovery really makes her want to see more, even if only one!

"Have you seen enough?"

The sharp voice suddenly sounded. Han Muzi saw the thin lips of yetingchen and looked at her with a slight mockery in her eyes.

She recovered, took a few steps back and shook her head.

"Sorry."

Night Tingchen sneered. His eyes were full of disdain. It seemed that he had already understood her behavior and sneered: "you still have means."

I was able to stand out from all the interviewers and take the position of secretary assistant.

Most importantly, his secretary was Wei Chi Jin's former secretary. It was difficult to get into her eyes, but I didn't expect that this strange woman passed in this way.

Yes, she used means to herself and successfully let herself remember her, not to mention others.

Means? Han Muzi's beautiful eyes blinked, still thinking about what night Tingchen meant?

Does that mean the way she entered the company?

Thinking, yetingchen raised his hand, took the coffee to his thin lips, and took an elegant sip.

“……”

The strong coffee fragrance diffuses at the root of the tongue and fills the whole mouth. This feeling

Night Tingchen narrows his eyes dangerously and looks at Han Muzi.

"Did you make this coffee?"

His voice pulled Han Muzi back to reality. She nodded subconsciously, "HMM."

Then he asked nervously, "what's the problem?"

Seeing that he looked at himself dangerously and frowned, Han Muzi began to doubt whether his coffee was not made well? Or did she just add sugar as soon as she was excited?

No, she's very careful,

So Han Muzi carefully looked at yetingchen and asked softly, "coffee, isn't it good?"

Night Tingchen didn't pay attention to her, but looked at her eyes a little complicated, thin lips moved, "go out."

Han Muzi: "

She wanted to say that you didn't say whether coffee was good or not. In this way, she let her out without saying anything. She was really square, but in the face of his cold eyes, Han Muzi didn't dare to say anything more, so she had to nod and leave the office.

After she left, yetingchen took another sip of coffee.

One mouthful, another.

Until the end of the whole cup of coffee, yetingchen's action didn't stop, and then stared at a little coffee in the cup in a daze.

Unexpectedly, the coffee made by this strange woman is quite to his taste.

It's like it's tailor-made for him.

Yetingchen subconsciously licked his thin lips, and then put the cup to the side.

*

After Han Muzi returned to the secretary room, she was restless. She didn't know what yetingchen thought now. After drinking coffee, she asked herself to go out. Did she make that cup of coffee, right?

Thinking of this, Han Muzi couldn't help getting up and went to the tea room again.

She made another cup of coffee and sent it to her lips. It seemed that there was no problem.

This should be the taste that yetingchen likes? Can amnesia change people's taste?

However, Han Muzi is most worried about her previous mistakes in the operation process. If she has another chance, she must taste it before sending him coffee.

Thinking of this, Han Muzi made up her mind and returned to the secretary room with coffee.

Soon, it was time to go to work in the afternoon.

When sister Lin arrived at the secretary room, she received a call from the office and asked her to make a cup of coffee and send it to the president's office.

After putting down the phone, sister Lin directly ordered Han Muzi: "Muzi, make a cup of coffee and send it."

"Oh." Han Muzi nodded, and then went to the tea room. This time she was good. After soaking, she secretly tasted a sip. After confirming that there was no problem, she took it to sister Lin.