Chapter 201: Why Be a Junior 3?
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After saying that, Qiao Muer nodded slightly at Meng Fang, turned and left.
After a while, Qiao Muer made the coffee herself and brought it into the office.
When Yue Zheng saw Qiao Muer's graceful figure appearing in the office with a tray, his deep blue eyes couldn't help but narrowed.
"Mr. Yue, Mr. Zhuo, Mr. Zhou... coffee." Qiao Muer maintained a decent smile, and put three cups of coffee in front of Yue Zheng, Zhuo Yunfei and Mr. Zhou respectively.
Suddenly seeing Qiao Muer's beautiful and glamorous face, Mr. Zhou subconsciously shrank back from the sofa, his Adam's apple rolling, showing a frightened expression.
After meeting Secretary Qiao in the clubhouse that time, Mr. Zhou still remembered clearly what happened afterwards.
He was obviously surrounded by seven or eight bodyguards in the clubhouse, and was suddenly taken away.
Before he could see the other person's face clearly, he was dizzy.
When I woke up again, I was already in a busy city, and my pants were stripped off!
What happened halfway, Mr. Zhou has completely forgotten.
But he still clearly remembers that the man who captured him as if he was in nowhere under the guard of many bodyguards once covered his ears with a gloomy and terrifying voice to warn him.
He told him to stay away from Secretary Qiao of the imperial court.
Now, when he saw Secretary Qiao whose little hand he had touched again, Mr. Zhou was so frightened that he didn't dare to breathe.
"What's going on, Secretary Qiao... Is this how the imperial court president's secretary treats guests? Why are there only three cups of coffee here, and mine?"
Just when Mr. Zhou clicked his tongue secretly and decided not to provoke Secretary Qiao again, the newlywed wife Su Qianfei who was sitting next to him made trouble for Qiao Muer at an inopportune time.
Su Qianfei sat next to Mr. Zhou in a leisurely manner, raised her chin slightly, and looked at Qiao Muer with haughty and contemptuous eyes.
Now, she is the wife of the president of Tangtang Rongtian Group, while Qiao Muer is still a little secretary of the imperial court.
Even if Su Qianfei found out that Qiao Muer was getting closer to Yue Shao based on the connections of her former colleagues.
so what?
The less it is, the less likely it is to marry Qiao Muer.
In the end, she, Qiao Muer, was just reduced to being played by the rich.
It is completely incomparable with myself.
Qiao Muer had expected that Su Qianfei would take the opportunity to make trouble, so she smiled and said, "I thought I had misunderstood the person, it turned out to be Secretary Su...Why is Secretary Su here? Are you working in Rongtian now?" ? The coffee is for the three presidents, so naturally we don’t have any secretaries. Secretary Su has worked in the imperial court for a long time, so I won’t even forget this rule.”
"Hmph, of course I haven't forgotten. When I was in the imperial court, it was thanks to the 'care' of Secretary Qiao that I was able to be what I am today." Su Qianfei curled her lips, and the corners of her lips curled up with a touch of pride.
"However, my current status is different from that of you, Secretary Qiao. You are just a small secretary, but I am already Mr. Zhou's wife, the wife of the president of Tangtang Rongtian Group. I like to drink coffee with more milk and less sugar. It can't be too high, and it can't be too low, so go make me another cup."
Su Qianfei looked proud and self-satisfied, clearly trying to make things difficult for Qiao Muer.
If you guessed right, no matter what kind of coffee Qiao Muer brings later, she will definitely lose her temper on the grounds that the temperature is not suitable.
However, Qiao Muer did not obediently retreat to make coffee.
Instead, she stood where she was, with a tray in her hand, with a dumbfounded expression on her face: "What, what? Xiao Su, you are now Mrs. Zhou, Rongtian's wife? Impossible...you do this , isn’t it just to be someone’s mistress. Xiao Su, we are friends and colleagues at any rate, how can you do such a shameless thing!”
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