The reception room of Shengmao International was filled with the fragrance of tea. Lu Jing'an was sitting at the main seat, Mr. Jiang was sitting at the guest seat, and He Zhu was holding a bamboo piece at the side, playing with the tea leaves, and putting the tea leaves into the pot.
Lu Jing'an leaned on the back of the chair and stared at him, his eyes calm with no intention of speaking.
Mr. Jiang's eyes frequently fell on He Zhu, looking at him and hesitating to speak.
"Mr. Lu,"
"Mr. Jiang, please have some tea."
He Zhu poured the tea and handed it to the two of them. Just when the old man thought he was leaving, He Zhu had no intention of leaving.
"Secretary He isn't busy?"
He Zhu understood what he meant. If he wanted to be obedient in this house, he would only listen to Lu Jing'an. Lu Jing'an didn't ask him to leave. No matter what the old man said, it was all nonsense.
"My job is to serve the distinguished guests well," He Zhu said respectfully.
It was considered polite, but in the eyes of the old man, this politeness was just ignorant.
Mr. Jiang's face turned stern, he picked up the tea cup and rolled it in his hands, half warning and half reminding: "Mr. Lu and I have something to talk about. Secretary He will go out first?"
"This..." He Zhu lowered his head and glanced over the tea tray: "I'm afraid it's inappropriate."
Lu Jing'an didn't speak. Everything the others said was nonsense. If he listened, he didn't know who the master was.
"Bang..." The old man looked at He Zhu with an ugly expression: "Secretary He, don't forget your identity."
Seeing this, Lu Jing'an picked up the cup and gently blew the water on it.
Angry, the ends of his eyes were curved, with a touch of strength all over his body: "When will Mr. Jiang come to my territory and boss my people around?"
The old man's face turned pale, he looked at Lu Jing'an, and tightened his fingertips on the teacup.
"Who is an outsider here?"
Lu Jingan said with a chuckle: "What do you think?"
"My grandpa appeared out of nowhere and wanted to pick fruits, and my special assistant who has been with me for several years. Children can tell which one is more important! If the old man is too old and confused, can I find a doctor for you?"
"Mr. Lu, you have a meeting at half past ten." He Zhu reminded him at the right time.
The meaning is obvious. If Mr. Jiang remains reserved and doesn't speak, he will have no chance to speak.
Want face?
Who is Mr. Lu?
He can quietly tear off your face bit by bit and throw it into the trash can.
Here, only he is willing to give face to whomever he wants.
Mr. Jiang didn't say much. He stretched out his hand and handed out an invitation: "On November 10th, the wedding of Bo Nan's family will be held in the capital. This is the invitation."
Lu Jing'an had no intention of accepting the invitation. Instead, he glanced down and said two words concisely: "The key point."
"I wish you could meet your mother."
"Then?"
He Zhu was listening on the sidelines, obviously feeling that Mr. Lu was being polite. If someone else was so stubborn and couldn't do anything, I'm afraid he would have been kicked out long ago.
"Tell her to be noble,"
Being patronizing? ? ?
Lu Jing'an's eyes flashed with sarcasm, and without saying a word, he motioned to He Zhu to put the invitation away.
"see a visitor out."
There was no need to stay after the matter was over. He had never been patient with the Jiang family.
"you…………"
Mr. Jiang wanted to say something else, but Lu Jing'an stood up and left. His movements were clean and neat, without any sloppiness, and he almost threw his face on the old man's head.
The man left the living room and entered the office, and found that the office chair that was originally facing the door had been turned around. These days, there is no other person who can enter his office so openly and dare to sit in his seat.
Who else besides Huanong?
"Shouldn't you be on the set at this point?"
"How did you know it was me?" Huanong originally wanted to scare people, but there was no point in thinking about it.
Lu Jing'an took off his coat and threw it casually on the sofa. He walked around the desk and walked to the chair. He put his slender fingertips on the back of the chair and turned it so that Huanong faced him.
The man bent down slightly and stared at her: "Who else would dare to be so arrogant except you?"
"What do I call arrogance?"
"Doesn't that count for you?"
Huanong leaned lazily on the back of the chair. Hearing Lu Jing'an's words, he became interested. He stretched out his hand... and pulled the tie around the man's neck. Their breaths were intertwined. Huanong exhaled like blue and spoke word by word. Asked: "If I am called arrogant, then what does it mean if Boss Lu usually kisses me without my consent?"
"Um?"
Being so close, Lu Jing'an smelled the faint scent of mint between Huanong's lips and teeth, and answered the question: "Did you shoot a kiss scene today?"
The expression on Huanong's face paused, and the claws that grabbed Lu Jing'an's tie loosened a little. For a moment, he felt that he was a little timid, and straightened his back and asked back: "Change the subject! Boss Lu!"
Lu Jing'an followed Hua Nong's example and raised her chin: "Change the subject, Mrs. Lu."
"If I remember correctly, I asked first."
Huanong was dissatisfied with pulling Lu Jing'an's tie, and instead hooked his hand around his neck and led him towards him.
"you say........."
"Mr. Jiang, you are acting against the rules..."
"Mr. Jiang..."
Before Huanong finished speaking, He Zhu's voice sounded at the door.
Lu Jing'an quickly pulled Huanong's hand away from his neck, stood up straight, and turned the boss's chair with his strong arms, facing away from the door. However, it gives people an evil spirit of not being angry but being powerful.
"Mr. Lu, Mr. Jiang insists on coming to find you."
He Zhu watched the old man push open the door, his expression a little unpredictable for a moment.
Lu Jingan lowered his eyes, pursed his thin lips tightly, and stared at the old man: "Is something wrong?"
"You can attend this wedding of the Bo Nan family as the Jiang family."
Huanong nestled in Lu Jing'an's large boss chair, huddled into a ball to prevent Mr. Jiang from seeing him.
He listened carefully to the conversation between the two.
"So?" Lu Jing'an asked.
"If we disagree on identity, it will cause unnecessary trouble."
Lu Jing'an let go of his hand on the back of the chair, opened the drawer and took out the cigarette case, lit a cigarette and threw the lighter on the table: "Mr. Jiang, I'm old and I can understand a lot of nonsense, but don't Come and fart in front of me, I don’t have the time to listen to what you say.”
"Send off guests," Lu Jingan said to He Zhu.
Then he continued: "If you can't do this little thing well, get out of here with him."
"Yes, yes, yes," He Zhu nodded, took Mr. Jiang's arm and went out, closing the door.
When he left the office, the old man was filled with anger and cursed him from Lu Jing'an's office to the elevator.
Xu Qing happened to be coming up from downstairs. When she heard this, she knew who she was scolding without even thinking about it.
"What kind of old cock can come in?"
Mr. Jiang's face turned serious: "Who are you talking about?"
"Whoever responds to me is who I am. Some people, who have not yet understood life at an old age, always feel that they can handle this and that. They don't want to think that they are being stepped on by others and have to rely on others to even breathe."
