Your Love,My Poison

According to the man's always arrogant and vengeful character, I even have to doubt whether the driver is looking at me pitifully, so I borrow Tang Yuchen's name.

Although the driver is an ordinary person, he also has professional integrity. As soon as he listened to my questioning tone, he could see the doubt in my heart.

"Miss an, don't think too much about it. My young master asked me to send you home. I dare not send you home without his permission." The driver explained helplessly.

Confirm is Tang Yuchen want to put forward to send me home, I obediently shut up.

The mouth said so fierce, why in actual action, why always to me again and again and again soft?

These emotional disputes are really complicated and give me a headache. I simply don't want to think about them. I have a rest all the way.

Back home, I lay in bed without saying a word. Today I was really tired, both mentally and physically.

I went to work in the company the next day and just arrived. I saw those employees whispering in twos and threes, not knowing what to say, and each face showed a jubilant expression, as if something good was going to happen.

I was surprised. When I got back to the office, I heard Xia Bing at the opposite table chatting with another female colleague: "is that true? Did the president really invite a Michelin 3-star chef to be our canteen master?

Another female colleague's face was filled with emotion. She touched her little belly and said happily: "absolutely right! If you don't believe it, look at the group announcement of the internal group of the company. Today is the first day for the chef to go to work! "

I was stunned. I remember Tang Yuchen and I said that the food in the canteen was too bad. Because the food was too bad, I couldn't eat it, which led to stomach disease Just after this series of things, Tang Yuchen immediately invited a Michelin chef to be the chef of the company.

So Is it because of me that Tang Yuchen invited this Michelin chef?

At the thought of this possibility, I feel a little happy.

Because of this, I worked very well all morning. Even if Xia Bing asked me to send information to the president's office, I didn't flinch and refuse to go as before.

I took the material and assured Xia Bing with a smile, "don't worry, I will send this material to the president's office as soon as possible."

Now that all the guarantees have come out, I will spare no effort to do the best.

I knocked on the door of the office, but there was no sound inside for a long time. I knocked again, but there was still silence inside.

Strange, the president secretary said that Tang Yuchen is in the office now, how should he not knock at the door?

I knocked again, but I didn't hear the sound of opening the door. I thought about it and pushed the door in front of me tentatively.

The door was opened slowly, and I stepped in gently, for fear of making a sound.

I am so careful, because I see Tang Yuchen lying on the table, as if asleep.

Sleeping him, the edge of the body are converged, the whole person is showing a quiet introverted, and the light fatigue between his eyebrows and eyes, looking really distressing.

I warned myself in my heart not to be soft hearted for him.

But my eyes are always drifting to him unconsciously.

I gently put the information in front of him. The paper made a slight noise when it touched the desktop. I was afraid that I would wake him up. Suddenly, subconsciously, I even held my breath.

Sleeping, he frowned more and more tightly, as if dreaming of something unhappy. Is he so unhappy? Not even dreaming? The man who is so strong that he can't trample all the people under his feet will show such a fragile side.

I stood beside him and gazed at his sleeping face.

The air conditioner in the office is a little cold. I feel a little cold when I stand. I'm afraid that he will catch cold. I pick up the suit coat on one side and cover it on him gently.

My action already light can't again light, who knows the coat just touched his body, Tang Yuchen opened eyes at once.

When he opened his eyes, the anger in his eyes was extremely frightening.

"What are you doing here?" Full of alienation questions, spit out from his mouth.

"I've come to send you information. I see you are asleep. I'm afraid you will catch cold. I want to put on a coat for you."

I stood straight, bowed his head in fear to answer him.

I just hope he doesn't embarrass me in my good-natured attitude, because as long as he, as the top leader of the company, once he shows a little disgust for me, then the people under him will absolutely bully me and humiliate me to please him.

In the workplace, sometimes I have to bow down.

This is the first creed I learned in the workplace.

"It seems that you are getting better and better at flattering the gold Lord." Tang Yuchen coldly smile, take away the suit coat on the body to throw aside, tone extremely disdain.

I can't explain the misunderstanding of good intentions. After all, in the garden of Tang's villa, I said it myself."President, if you have nothing to do, I will go down first. I have other work to do..."

I can be indifferent to his satire on the surface, in his scornful eyes, I can calmly say a series of words.

I would never have been able to do that.

"Make me a cup of coffee."

He didn't even look at me, so he pushed his coffee aside, so I made coffee for him.

I was silent for a second or two, and finally picked up the coffee cup.

When I went to the tea room to make coffee, several colleagues couldn't help asking me, "Anxin, is this coffee cup for the president?"

"Anxin, you are not the Secretary of the president. Why do you want to make coffee for the president? Is this also your way to please the president? "

"No wonder the president treats you differently. It turns out that you are still a close secretary assistant..."

All kinds of strange sarcastic temptations made me feel headache. I casually dealt with one or two words, made coffee and left the tea room.

It is said that the tea room is a holy place for employees to fish and gossip. It seems that this is true.

"President, this is your coffee."

I took the coffee to him, he looked at it disgustedly, looked up and said to me, "it's too hot, help me blow the coffee cold."

At this moment, I almost doubt if I heard wrong.

"What did you say, President?"

Tang Yuchen a face impatiently repeat a way: "I let you blow the coffee to help me cool! It's so hot. Do you want to burn me to death? "

But, I can only serve coffee and start blowing.

Blowing made me dizzy. I felt the edge of the cup and felt that the temperature should be OK. Then I put the coffee back on the table.