"Secretary Jiang." Meng Tong immediately focused on her, "At this time, you should go home from get off work."
"Mr. Huo asked me to make a restaurant reservation."
Meng Tong frowned slightly. She knew that Huo Jinheng was going to treat her to dinner tonight, but she didn't expect that it would be Jiang Yan who would book the restaurant.
What bad luck!
"Is it all booked now?"
Jiang Yan hummed.
Meng Tong immediately said: "Then you can leave now."
Jiang Yan paused: "This waiter soiled your shoes. I think, with the price of your shoes, he can't afford to pay for it."
Meng Tong's eyes became strange: "You want to save her?"
"I have this idea."
Meng Tong burst out laughing.
The sister next to her couldn't help laughing, and sarcastically said: "Hey, do you still know what your identity is? Are you really treating yourself like a green leaf by trying to save yourself? You are just a secretary. If he can't afford it, can you afford it?"
Meng Tong gave her an angry look: "Don't say that. I have a backer, so of course I don't care about this little money."
The sisters rolled their eyes in disgust.
"Young people don't follow the right path when doing things and take shortcuts by selling their bodies. If I did such a thing, I wouldn't dare to show up in front of others. How embarrassing."
The two sang together, and the waiter thought it was too unpleasant to listen to.
"Miss, please leave me alone, it's okay..."
Jiang Yan shook her head at him: "What does Miss Meng want? Do you want him to commit suicide because of a pair of dirty shoes?"
"That's not the case." Meng Tong took out a handkerchief from his pocket and threw it lightly to Jiang Yan.
"Since you want to help him out, why not help him deal with the aftermath."
Jiang Yan caught the handkerchief.
Meng Tong whispered softly, with a voice full of malice: "I'll make you kneel down and wipe it clean for me."
"I agree!"
The sisters nearby clapped in agreement.
Jiang Yan didn't move for a long time.
Meng Tong asked deliberately: "Do you regret it? If you regret it, tell me. I won't embarrass you. After all, you are Brother Jin Heng's secretary, and you will be my subordinate from now on."
She seems to consider herself the CEO's wife.
Jiang Yan was suppressed instantly.
After all, she was still inferior to Meng Tong in terms of position.
Do you really want to...
She gritted her teeth and looked at the top of Meng Tong's high heels, unable to bend down no matter what.
"What are you doing?"
At this time, Song Yu suddenly appeared.
Meng Tong saw his expression change slightly, and then remembered the rumors that the Song family and Jiang Yan were not close, and calmed down again: "The waiter soiled my shoes, and Secretary Jiang insisted on wiping them for me. I'm really..."
She looked helpless.
Song Yu stepped forward and took the handkerchief from Jiang Yan's hand: "Miss Meng, if you really want someone else to wipe it for you, why don't I do it for you."
After all, he is the eldest son of the Song family, and Meng Tong can't make him grovel no matter what. "How could I do this? I don't agree to let Secretary Jiang wipe it for me. She insists on it."
Song Yu was too lazy to listen to her nonsense: "Then can we leave now?"
Meng Tong gritted his teeth and said, "Okay."
Before leaving, Song Yu didn't forget to take the waiter with him, which gave Meng Tong no chance to express his anger.
She stamped her feet angrily, turned around and left.
Her little sister hurriedly caught up: "Tongtong, don't be angry, Jiang Yan is so lucky this time..."
"I will let her know that luck will not always favor a person!"
Meng Tong snorted coldly and strode away.
…
Jiang Yan thought that she had nothing to do. After she didn't want to go back to the company and report to Huo Jinheng, he forcibly took her to the restaurant.
Moreover, Huo Jinheng had a cold face the whole time.
She didn't know why.
After arriving at the restaurant, Huo Jinheng asked her to stay by name, saying, "I remember you are short of money. Instead of giving the tip to others, why not just give it to you."
Huo Jinheng spends a lot of money, always giving sky-high service fees.
Jiang Yan decisively decided to stay. "yes."
Huo Jinheng's face turned darker.
Not long after, Meng Tong arrived.
Jiang Yan noticed that she changed her clothes and put on heavy makeup. She was beautiful and elegant.
...I really value this date.
Seeing Jiang Yan, Meng Tong's half-rising smile froze, and he slowly sat down opposite Huo Jinheng and said softly: "Brother Jin Heng, Secretary Jiang should be off work, right?"
"Yeah." Huo Jinheng looked calm.
Meng Tong bit his lower lip.
What does it mean?
How can any couple bring such a light bulb on a date? !
She resisted the urge to fork out the ginger smoke and said with a smile: "Brother Jin Heng, isn't this good? Let's sit and eat and let her stand by and watch..."
Huo Jinheng said calmly: "It's okay. She was originally here to serve me, right? Secretary Jiang?"
His hidden evil eyes glanced at Jiang Yan,
Jiang Yan thought about the service fee and her face was calm: "Yes, Mr. Huo, just tell me if you have any instructions."
The corner of the man's mouth raised slightly, as if mocking but not mocking.
Meng Tong also laughed: "So that's the case, then I won't have any psychological burden, otherwise I'm worried that others will think we abuse our employees."
Huo Jinheng glanced at her.
"Eat."
At the dinner table, the atmosphere between the two of them was a little strange. Meng Tong tried his best to show off, while Huo Jinheng was a little absent-minded.
Jiang Yan was even more absent-minded than him.
She thought about when she could leave.
"Secretary Jiang, pour me a glass of wine." Meng Tong suddenly spoke.
Jiang Yan stepped forward obediently.
For the sky-high service fee, pouring a glass of wine is nothing, but Meng Tong asked to pour a bottle of wine on her head.
Jiang Yan did not hesitate.
"Bring me the paper."
"Help me change the tableware."
…
Jiang Yan followed suit one by one.
Neither of them noticed that Huo Jinheng's face across from him was getting darker and darker.
Until Song Mingzhu appeared to break the deadlock.
"Hey, why are you working as a waiter here?" Song Mingzhu observed for a while, convinced that Jiang Yan was waiting on people, and couldn't help but feel weird.
Jiang Yan ignored her.
Song Mingzhu was furious: "Since you are now working as a waiter, I can order you. I also want to eat here, and you will serve me from now on."
"Sorry, I'm not a waiter." Jiang Yan finally glanced at her.
"You're not. You're here serving tea, water, and tableware, and you still say you're not?" Song Mingzhu said arrogantly, "Now go and book a table for me, and I'll order some food."
This tone is not like addressing the waiter, but more like addressing the servant.
Jiang Yan refused: "If you want to order a meal, ask the waiter here."
As soon as he finished speaking, the waiter hurried over and said enthusiastically: "Miss, please come with me."
"I don't want you!" Song Mingzhu waved her hand like a fly, "I want her. Why can she serve others but not me? I'm a guest here too!"
"Because I am her boss." Huo Jinheng spoke slowly, his dark eyes locked on Song Mingzhu, "Are you?"
Song Mingzhu was embarrassed: "I..."
Huo Jinheng's indifferent eyes showed a sense of oppression: "Miss Song is really valuable, and you still need my secretary to serve you. Do you need me to come in person?"
