Chapter 196 - Sharp-Tongued Xiao Jing (1/2)

Chapter 196: Sharp-Tongued Xiao Jing

Translator: Henyee <i class="_hr">Editor: Henyee

Sure enough, President Xiao wouldn’t invite the secretaries to his office for coffee without a reason! Even if he wanted to buy them coffee, he could have had the coffee sent to the secretariat This was just like the ‘Hong Gate Feast’! Heof a dark manner!

Tut tut, only these people who hadn’t seen President Xiao’s true face were fooled by his kindly appearance They were definitely doomed…

The first idea that came to Yueyue’s mind was to run away, but before shehad called out her na and lit a candle for herself in her heart She knew that she had been working very hard these days and hadn’t slacked off at all Not once did she gossip with others and she was really dedicated There was no other secretary that was more dedicated to work than she was, okay?!

She looked at Xiao Jing timidly “President Xiao, what else can I do for you?”

Xiao Jing turned back and pointed to some documents on his desk, with a deadpan expression on his face he said, “Those are the docuers of the related departments”

Yueyue rushed over to take the docu to take advantage of Yueyue’s exit “President Xiao, we have to go”

“Did I let you go?” Xiao Jing turned around and his eyes sparkled with a cold gleam Merry frowned, stood up and asked, “President Xiao, is there anything else that we can do for you?”

“Anything?” Xiao Jing snorted and said coldly, “Of course there is, and a lot for that ot up and walked to his desk He looked at a pile of documents next to his desk chair and pointed to Linda “You, come here and carry these doculeam flickered in Linda’s eyes She stood there du raised his eyebrows and asked, “You brought ? You can’t carry it now?”

Linda hurriedly put down her coffee and went over to pick up the large pile of docu said, “Just put them on the floor beside the sofa”

Merry looked at Xiao Jing and asked with a frown, “President Xiao, what’s wrong? Is there anything that’s not right with these docue Why can’t they be put on the ground? Merry, can you tellwalked over with one hand in his trouser’s pocket, glanced at the folders on the ground, and once again sat down on the sofa