Mummy is here, daddy spoils!

Did you really guess wrong? Xia Zhian couldn't help thinking suspiciously that maybe sun Mingzhu was innocent.

In the final analysis, sun Mingzhu is the biological mother of Mo Jintang. Even if you want Xia Zhian to leave the Mohist school, you don't have to hurt Mo Jintang?

And now some people have come forward to admit that they did it themselves. Xia Zhian thought that perhaps the person who got into the tip of the ox horn is himself. Has his bad view of sun Mingzhu affected his judgment?

Looking at the tangled and puzzled expression on Xia Zhian's face, Mo Qingchen can roughly guess what she is thinking. However, before the emergence of new evidence, these guesses actually have little meaning.

Since everyone has come to the company, there is no need for nothing. After all, he has paid his salary, so he should enjoy the service.

"Don't be idle. Go and make me a cup of coffee first." moqingchen ordered.

"Ah?" Xia Zhi'an, who was immersed in her own thinking, was stunned for a moment, and then reacted. Since the allergic event has reached a position where she can't move forward, shouldn't she let herself go back? However, Mo Qingchen was the boss. Xia Zhian didn't dare to question his arrangement easily, so she had to answer and say, "OK."

Xia Zhian came to Mohs group for the first time. She was completely unclear about the layout of the company. After she left the office, she looked around at a loss, and then asked someone who looked like secretary MOH Qingchen for help.

"Hello, how can I get to the tea room?" Xia Zhian asked with a kind smile.

The inquired secretary looked at Xia Zhian impolitely, and even made Xia Zhian feel uncomfortable. Her smile was frozen on her face, but she was embarrassed to maintain this kind of polite manners.

"Do you want to make coffee for Mr. Mo?" the Secretary asked, with some disdain in his tone.

"Yes."

"I usually make Mexican Coffee," said the Secretary, with obvious hostility in his eyes.

Xia Zhian was stunned and thought it was just making coffee. Why are there so many things? If you like to bubble, go bubble, but she doesn't dare to say so. After all, how difficult it is for Mo Qingchen. She has witnessed it countless times. She absolutely doesn't dare to violate Mo Qingchen's orders at this time, especially in the company.

"It was Mr. Mo who told me to soak it." Xia Zhian said.

Perhaps Mo Qingchen was famous for his difficult service. Even if the secretary was upset, she didn't dare to disobey Mo Qingchen's idea, so she pointed to a direction with a little imperceptible malice and said, "over there."

The secretary told Xia Zhian that the direction was the tea room shared by the company's employees, but in fact, Mo Qingchen had a separate tea room. What was prepared there were more advanced and luxurious things that ordinary people were not qualified to enjoy.

Xia Zhian didn't bother to entangle with the secretary. She thanked and left quickly. The secretary looked at her back and showed a meaningful smile on her face.

Xia Zhian went through the tea room and found only the instant coffee powder. It's worse than what she used at home. I don't know how many grades, but it's hard for a skillful woman to cook without rice. How can she blame her without high-grade coffee powder?

For fear of making Mo Qingchen wait for a long time, Xia Zhian made coffee quickly, and then carefully entered the office with a cup.

"Mo Xian -" Xia Zhi settled down, changed her name and said, "Mr. Mo, your coffee."

Mo Qingchen took the coffee and sent it to his mouth. Just after taking a sip, he immediately frowned.

What's this?

Where did Mo Qingchen drink this cheap instant coffee? His expensive mouth was very selective. He put the coffee aside without hesitation. He didn't mean to touch it again. He thought that such a small thing could not be done well!

"What are you doing? Clean up the office!" Mo Qingchen said coldly, with a trace of impatience in his tone.

Xia Zhian didn't understand where she provoked the uncle again. Changing her face was like turning a book! Bitterly in my heart, I still did my work without saying a word.

She secretly noticed that Mo Qingchen had never touched that cup of coffee again. She thought that the spoiled young master was great. This instant coffee was very convenient. She and her college classmates, especially in the exam week, the smell floated in the whole study room and even the bedroom. Why was it so difficult to swallow when she came to Mo Qingchen?

Corrupt bourgeoisie! Xia Zhian sighed in her heart. However, as long as she can be paid, it's none of her business.

After a while, someone opened the door of the office and reminded: "President Mo, there will be a meeting in ten minutes, and the participants are almost here."

Mo Qingchen nodded to show that he knew, and the man left the office first.

"Xia Zhian, come here."

Xia Zhian, who was cleaning, put down her work, went to the desk and asked, "does Mo always have any orders?"

"Go to the meeting with me."

"What?" Xia Zhian was really shocked. Isn't the meeting of a large company involving many confidential issues? People like her can listen in casually. No, she still asked her to help record. Xia Zhian waved her hand and said, "President Mo, I haven't learned shorthand. I can't do it. Don't you have a professional secretary?"

It's OK to be stubborn about other things. Xia Zhian doesn't dare to do such a professional thing. If she messes up the company, she can't pay for it!

"I didn't let you take shorthand," Mo Qingchen frowned and said, "let you keep up. Where does so much nonsense come from!"

Xia Zhi'an stared and looked at Mo Qingchen at a loss. She didn't know what to say. When she saw the other party get up and go to the door, she followed up conditionally.

The office door opened and the Secretary had been waiting for a long time. When she saw Xia Zhian, she was slightly surprised, but she maintained good professionalism and showed no doubt.

"President Mo, this is the document of this meeting," said the secretary.

"Let her take it."

She refers to Xia Zhian.

When the secretary handed over the document, he glared at Xia Zhian fiercely and regarded her as the person who robbed her job. After all, if President Mo's lover, how could she do these jobs?

Xia Zhian was stunned and innocently thought about where she had provoked this man.

When the door of the conference room opened, so many people in it glanced at it with their eyes together. The embarrassment of being shouted by the teacher to answer questions appeared again. Xia Zhian followed Mo Qingchen like a little quail. She didn't dare to glance at her eyes and didn't even know where to put her hands.

"You just sit here." in the surprised eyes of the Secretary, Mo Qingchen asked Xia Zhian to sit next to him.