Madam, president loves you secrectly

The coffee here is pure black coffee, and there is no saccharin and syrup. I don't know what the Lu couple's taste is. Anyway, song Manxi can't accept it.

After the secretary left, she didn't touch the cup of coffee again, and the bitterness on the tip of her tongue couldn't dissipate for a long time.

The wall clock on the wall ticked, and the time passed minute by minute.

Song Manxi stopped reading the magazine and looked up. She had been waiting for nearly an hour.

The meeting took a long time.

After putting down the magazine in her hand, she breathed a sigh of relief, paced to the French window and looked up into the distance. The goal was a piece of high-rise buildings scattered with white clouds and pleasant scenery.

Perhaps it was because it was too comfortable. Song Manxi closed her eyes like enjoyment, and the subtle broken light fell on her eyelashes.

With a click, the door of the lounge was opened from outside.

Song Manxi suddenly opened his eyes and looked back. He was the secretary who had gone back and forth.

The secretary came slowly with a trace of apology on his face: "Miss Song, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting. The meeting is over. Our wife is waiting for you in the reception room now. Please follow me."

"OK." Song Manxi nodded clearly, went to the glass table, picked up the folder and handbag he had brought, and followed the secretary out.

But why didn't she let herself go to her office and go to the reception room? Before she came to Qin Zixia for the contract, she always asked the Secretary to lead her directly to the office.

Although Qin Zixia's position in Lu is not high and doesn't take care of much, the scale and design of her office can't be underestimated.

Forget it, maybe it's inconvenient. Inviting her to stay in the guest room is also enough face.

"Miss Song, please. Our wife is in there right now." the secretary showed her a more hidden room with a sincere expression and no flaw.

The brown solid wood door in front of song Manxi hesitated.

Thought, if she didn't know Qin Zixia and her sister still had friends with her, she would really think she had been cheated to sell this time.

Song Manxi handed the secretary a puzzled look.

The Secretary smiled respectfully and said, "Miss Song, please."

Song Manxi subconsciously bit his lower lip and nodded.

She always felt that this time things were not so simple. Qin Zixia would not make these moths for no reason.

And won't take pleasure in fooling her.

There's only one possibility. She did it with deep meaning.

As for this profound meaning, I'm afraid she has to find it herself.

Song Manxi reached out and held the door handle of the door tightly. The touch of her palm was clear. She could even feel a thin sweat on her palm.

She looked back and did not know when the Secretary had left the position where she was standing.

This time, song Manxi's doubts deepened, and the gloom deepened in his watery eyes.

She recovered herself and unscrewed the door handle. Without much strength, she pushed the door open.

Song Manxi stepped in and looked at the furnishings here.

This waiting room is still very bright and clean. The window is wide open, and the white gauze curtain swings faintly in the wind.

The bottom of the screen curtain drags the light on the floor, giving people a sense of peace in the studio in the University.

There is a white grand piano by the window, and there is a wrinkle on the piano chair. It seems that the person just left hasn't been long.

If you go further inside, you will find that this is a library. I'm afraid there are seven or eight bookshelves in general.

Just put it there.