Jiang Xiaowan held a takeout bag in her right hand and flung it arrogantly at her feet.
"Zhuli, don't you want evidence? Look at what this is."
She crossed her arms and raised her lips slightly, confidently.
Upon hearing this, Zhuli and Xu Xin moved their eyes to the ground.
Zhuli was about to bend down to pick it up, but was overtaken by a pair of hands covered with nail polish.
Xu Xin only stared at her for a few seconds before his eyes pierced her like cold needles.
Her expression changed, and she looked sideways at Zhuli: "What else do you have to say."
Zhuli bit her cheek and hesitated to speak.
Her name and contact information were clearly written on the takeout bag, and the food she ordered was actually a 60-year-old fan.
She knew that Duan Niannian was allergic to seafood, so why did this happen?
Her chest seemed to be strangled, and her palms were shaking slightly.
Zhuli glanced at Jiang Xiaowan, and she knew it was her fault.
Otherwise, how could she, a secretary to the president, show up here in the middle of the night, and how could she be so lucky to have evidence in her hand.
The only answer is that she arranged all of this in advance, but Duan Niannian should have noticed it when he saw seafood. How could he be stupid enough to eat it?
Unless she doesn't know.
Besides, it's so late and we can't call the delivery boy to come over and confront him.
"Hey, you have nothing to say?" Xu Xin stared at her with several changes in her expression but said nothing and couldn't help but scold her.
After a long time, Xu Xin's expression softened slightly.
Once he thought about cooperating with Zhuli, he didn't plan to say anything more to her.
"Miss Xu." Jiang Xiaowan locked her eyes on Xu Xin and continued to hold her arm.
The flattering and obedient person said, "I can help you."
As soon as these words were spoken, Zhuli's drooped head suddenly raised: Secretary Jiang was not afraid of damaging his own image by doing this.
Xu Xin's eyebrows twitched and there was light in his eyes, and he rolled his eyes.
The secretary to the president and a small employee all know who to cooperate with.
"Secretary Jiang can make any conditions he wants." She glanced at her and her eyes lit up strangely.
Unexpectedly, Jiang Xiaowan actually shook her head and smiled lightly: "I just want to be friends with Miss Xu."
Xu Xin patted her hand holding his arm as a sign of agreement.
Then he stretched out his index finger and poked Zhuli's shoulder: "If something happens to Nian Nian, don't think about it and let it go!"
She said every word.
Before he finished speaking, a casual greeting came from the corridor: "Who is Miss Xu making life difficult for?"
The seemingly casual tone contained a deep-seated question.
Only when he came forward and stood beside Zhuli did Xu Xin dare to speak.
"Mr. Jing, you, you also know that our Nian Nian is hospitalized..."
Her body stiffened and her voice was trembling.
Jing Huaizhi didn't take her words seriously and turned to look at the people around him.
Looking at the woman beside him who was only wearing a thin sweater, he couldn't help but frown.
Taking off her coat without any hesitation, Xu Xin thought he knew she was cold and wanted to put the clothes on her.
Everything is ready, close your eyes and wait patiently.
"Why don't you wear more clothes?" He raised his eyebrows slightly and spoke in a longer tone.
The coat covered Zhuli's shoulders, and her shivering body got some relief.
She didn't answer, lowered her eyelids and quietly tightened her clothes.
Xu Xin waited for a long time but didn't feel any changes in her body. What she saw when she opened her eyes again was this scene.
"Mr. Jing, you, you..." She pointed her index finger at Zhuli, but hesitated.
Jing Huai's eyes were slightly cold, and his voice was hard and cold: "We."
As soon as he said these two words, the thin fingers stretched out from the coat tugged at the corner of his clothes with some emotion.
Jiang Xiaowan and Xu Xin naturally had a panoramic view of this scene, and neither of them looked very good.
"Secretary Jiang." Jing Huaizhi raised his eyes and stared at her.
When Jing Huaizhi shouted like this, Jiang Xiaowan was flattered and let go of Xu Xin's hand, and trotted up to him without delay.
"Mr. Jing." His posture of bending down and lowering his head was extremely loyal.
"You've been following me for a few months." His tone was casual and meaningful.
Jiang Xiaowan was confused but could only agree: "Yes, Mr. Jing."
Unexpectedly, Jing Huaizhi's next words made everyone present afraid to speak.
"You have always known my rules."
What do you mean, do you want to fire Secretary Jiang?
Zhuli's eyes were in a wandering state: Secretary Jiang probably didn't do anything to harm the group apart from looking at her displeased, right?
"Mr. Jing, this subordinate realizes his mistake."
"Mr. Jing, don't fire me." Jiang Xiaowan grabbed Jing Huaizhi's arm and almost knelt down to beg him.
She just sent Jing Huaizhi a video of Zhuli being scolded by Xu Xin, so why should she be fired?
No matter how capable that bitch is, she can't erase her contribution to the group!
"Mr. Jing, I have been coming to Qisi for many years. I need the group, and the group also needs me..."
Her eyes were red, and she half-knelt on the ground and looked up at him.
No one can look at this look without saying a word of pity.
Jing Huaizhi shook off the hand she was holding, hugged Zhuli and left.
"Miss Xu, the truth will be revealed when Miss Duan wakes up."
He looked calm and said nothing.
The hospital's underground parking lot.
Zhuli rubbed her hands and waited quietly, the black Bentley car lights not far away flashed a few times.
She trotted over, opened the passenger door and got in.
"Boss, do you believe me?"
Fastening his seat belt, Zhuli tilted his head, the tip of his nose turned red from the cold.
Jing Huaizhi raised his hand and turned on the air conditioner in the car to the maximum. He waited until she calmed down a little before he spoke.
"What do you believe in me?" He tapped his fingers on the steering wheel, looking at her without leaving her eyes.
Zhuli bit her lip slightly embarrassed.
"Do you think I would hurt Teacher Duan intentionally?"
She felt a little uneasy, what if he didn't believe it.
There was a sneer from the pilot, and then he pinched her face with his big hands.
A teasing voice sounded in my ears: "You're not that stupid."
Zhuli is about to cry but has no tears. Is this praising her or derogating her?
"You have so many tricks up your sleeve that you will expose yourself?"
"Besides, Duan Niannian has no deep grudge against you. There is no need to hurt her."
The clear voice penetrated her cochlea with a hint of teasing.
Zhuli raised her eyebrows and smiled very sweetly.
"Thank you boss for your trust!"
She actually saluted him.
Jing Huaizhi couldn't help but laugh or cry. This girl is really stupid.
"Can you please stop talking about you? It makes me look so old." He couldn't help laughing and tilted his head slightly.
Zhuli grinned, isn't this an honorific?
Calling me this way is entirely out of my respect for you, boss!
No, I seem to have mentioned you again.
Her eyes were full of smiles, and she was talking to herself in her heart.
The big hand rubbed the top of her hair again: "Stop smiling, I'll take you home."
It was almost dawn when Zhuli returned home, and she was not very sleepy at the moment.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, thinking about Jing Huaizhi's words, is he really going to fire Secretary Jiang?
