Chapter 418

After the meeting, Xiao Han pushed open the door of the office and saw the slender figure sitting on the black sofa.

Today, she is wearing a cotton and hemp skirt, just knee length, simple style, light off white, very set off her white skin.

Her long, fluffy chestnut hair fell on her thin shoulders, the tip of which was slightly bent, quiet and sweet.

When his eyes fell on her lips, his eyes narrowed slightly.

When his little woman saw him, she immediately stood up from the sofa with her lunch box in her arms.

When he came to her, he couldn't help laughing: "what did you make for me?"

He thought that she said she would come, but he just said it. He didn't expect that she really came.

When he received her call during the meeting, he stared at his mobile phone for several seconds, and those people on the scene also looked silly.

He didn't come to Wanji for a long time, and rumors about him were all over the company.

Now it's good. In the middle of the meeting, he personally ordered his assistant to go downstairs to meet people. All ears were listening. I'm afraid it should be the conversation of those people again.

Ling Xiaoan was absent-minded for a moment. Every time she looked at his stiff suit, it was hard for her to look away.

Because he is too dazzling and dazzling.

It made her feel inferior.

She pulled her long hair around her ears and a smile on her lips: "I made some dumplings. I don't know if you like them?"

She knelt at the tea table, opened the lunch box and prepared the chopsticks for him.

Such a scene is like a wife who serves her husband at dinner. It's very natural and warm.

Xiao Han didn't look away from her all the time. When she finished these actions, his heart suddenly rippled.

Pick her up from the ground, he sat on the sofa, the tip of his nose affectionately touched her forehead: "after not kneeling on the ground."

His tone is soft, but also strong.

Ling Xiaoan was stunned. He put his hands lightly on his shoulder, and his cheek warmed slightly: "I know."

Seeing that she was so good, he didn't care to eat dumplings. He pinched her chin with his fingers and gave her a kiss of reward.

But once he kisses her, once he touches her, he doesn't want to stop.

Her lips, very sweet, very soft, taste better than anything.

"Dumplings, dumplings are getting cold." She pushed him, bit his lip, and came down from his leg in some confusion.

Pick up chopsticks, she handed over: "you eat first."

She had made many different dishes for him before, but dumplings had never been made.

I think he won't like this common food.

"How do you like it?" There was expectation in her eyes.

He didn't answer. In a few minutes, there were only a few dumplings left in the lunch box.

Outside, Secretary Ding min knocked on the door and sent in a document.

Seeing the scene inside, Ding min bowed his head awkwardly, but still stepped forward and said with a smile, "sorry to disturb your meal, Mr. Xiao. The director of the sales department urgently needs your signature, so I have to send it in."

Dumplings? Why did you give Mr. Xiao dumplings? What kind of person is Xiao always? How can I eat dumplings?

There is no mistake!

It's really a fox that can't be seen. It's full of tricks!

Ding min was filled with anger. Originally, the Secretary of the president was in charge of the lunch, but now it's so good

Is it difficult that in the future, this shameless woman is going to come every day?

Xiao Han signed the document and handed it to Ding min. he asked coldly, "is there anything else?"

"Oh, no, it's OK." Ding min took the document, turned around, and looked at Ling Xiaoan.

This woman's face is clean and delicate, but it's too clear and waterless. Does Mr. Xiao prefer this kind of pure student sister?

"Wait a minute."

Ding min stopped and looked back with some expectation: "what else do you want from Mr. Xiao?"

Xiao Han said calmly: "from tomorrow on, she will practice in my office. Go and prepare."

"..." Ding min's eyes widened and his brain was a little confused. He didn't react for a long time!

Mr. Xiao just said that the fox spirit with little water and water is going to practice here?

No, it's not——

Mr. Xiao means to practice in his office!

This, this, this

What kind of picture is this!

"Oh, Mr. Xiao, if you want to arrange an intern... I'll take care of her. I can also take care of daily work..." Ding min's face turned blue and his mouth trembled.

"Secretary Ding."

"Yes, Xiao, President Xiao..."

"Am I not clear enough? Or is there something wrong with Secretary Ding's understanding ability? "

Xiao Han stood up displeased with indifference: "I said that I would personally teach her anything about her internship in my office."

In person? The corners of Ding min's mouth tighten, and he can't speak any more, so he goes out.

After Ding min leaves, Xiao Han picks up Ling Xiaoan and puts her on his desk.

His hands on her sides, close to her, mouth slightly up: "starting tomorrow, work here, Ann... Think about it?"

Ling Xiaoan pursed his lips, buried his head, porcelain white arms timidly wrapped around the man's neck, little by little, close to his shoulder.

She gave a slight hum. She was tense and stiff. She blinked her eyelashes and closed her eyes.

Xiao Han droops to gather Mou Guang, the radian of the corner of the mouth deepens gradually, he kisses her eyelid.

Her eyelashes were long and curly, with a feathery touch, and soft on his lips.

"I may not be a close boss, I may have many requirements, maybe very strict, it doesn't matter?" When he spoke, his hands were already restless. He could come as comfortable as he was.

Frightened by his actions, Ling xiao'an blinked again and grabbed his wrist anxiously: "Xiao Han, what are you doing..."

"I'm shameless, I'm bad, and I like to bully you... ANN, don't you know all that? Well

He himself felt that probably no man was as bad as he was.

He really didn't understand that he had done it with her so many times, but the little woman seemed to be infected with drugs. The more he touched her, the more addicted she was... And then she couldn't give up.

Ling Xiaoan twisted his neck and glanced shyly at his face, but his eyes happened to fall on his desk. An open design is the interior design of the house.

Her eyes were attracted and she couldn't help looking more.

Aware that she was distracted, Xiao Han frowned displeased and looked along her line of sight.

It occurred to him that she was a student of interior design. I heard that forty-two students said that her academic performance was very good, and she had won scholarships in the past two years.

"Wanji's new project in the next stage will soon participate in the bidding. Why are you interested?" He briefly introduced two sentences.

Ling Xiaoan just said lightly: "no, I just feel that... It seems that something is missing."