Almighty Little Secretary, She is Flirtatious and Arrogant

At dawn the next day, Jiang Mingyu opened his eyes in shock, only to realize that he had fallen asleep at some point.

However, his thoughts gradually came back, and he realized that the last memory he had was at that time when the sky was bright.

It was after she saw the light golden hazy sunlight that she curled up and leaned on the sofa.

On the armrest of the sofa above her head, there was also a white shirt that Tang Jinchuan changed into before leaving.

The smell of cologne remains unchanged for a long time, and it seems to have become one with Tang Jinchuan.

It became his own unique scent.

At that time, Jiang Mingyu raised his face like a kitten, closed his eyes and took a deep breath wantonly and forcefully in the room where no one could see him.

Suddenly, a large area of ​​clean and dry smell rushed into her nose, just like Tang Jinchuan's kiss, which was always unquestionable and irresistible.

The smell was mixed with the man's usual coldness and alienation, as well as his domineering strength.

This irreproducible smell seems to be embodied in a physical image.

And that image is called Tang Jinchuan.

At the moment, there was a smile on Jiang Mingyu's lips that he didn't know he knew was a satisfied smile.

When the doorbell rang for the third time, he finally came to his senses.

"Wait a moment."

Jiang Mingyu stood up in a hurry, quickly put away the diagnostic report that was still scattered on the coffee table, stuffed it back into the drawer, and then walked to the door to take a look.

"Uncle Tang? Why are you here today?"

After the door opened, standing outside was Butler Tang, who had just arrived the day before.

Now he is carrying a huge box in his hand, and a little servant is following behind him.

"Good morning to you, madam."

After seeing Jiang Mingyu, Butler Tang bowed down to say hello respectfully. However, before he could say the next words, he looked up and saw Jiang Mingyu's slightly pale face.

Suddenly he frowned and asked with concern,

"Did you not sleep well last night?"

"Uh, it's okay."

Jiang Mingyu turned around and walked back into the room. Even though his expression didn't change much, it could still be seen that it was a bit perfunctory.

Butler Tang handed the box in his hand to the servant behind him to handle, and followed Jiang Mingyu into the house.

After watching her sit on the sofa, the old housekeeper sighed, turned around, poured a glass of water and handed it over, and said in a serious voice,

"The young master is not here, so you have to take good care of yourself. Fortunately, he asked me to come and bring you food before he went out, otherwise I wouldn't know that you didn't have a good rest."

In the past, Butler Tang had a very good sense of proportion and never interfered too much in his master's affairs.

He has good eyesight, is accurate in doing things, is experienced but not greasy, and takes care of everything in the Tang family in an orderly manner.

It also has a very high reputation externally, and there is no one who doesn’t admire it.

Where is it like now, really like an old father, chattering to Jiang Mingyu.

After a while, Jiang Mingyu couldn't hold it back and burst into laughter.

Butler Tang was stunned for a moment. Looking at Jiang Mingyu's obviously smiling face, he almost cried.

A pair of clear eyes were red, with tears welling up inside.

"Uncle Tang, what are you doing?"

Jiang Mingyu was so shocked that she immediately stopped smiling and looked at Butler Tang in confusion. When she was young, her heart suddenly moved again, and she seemed to realize something.

Even the servants who came with him found Butler Tang's weird behavior strange.

After packing the meals and putting them in the refrigerator, he walked out of the kitchen and stood to one side in confusion.

But at this moment, Jiang Mingyu's cell phone suddenly rang.

She pressed the answer button without thinking too much, but heard the voice of her best friend who had not seen her for many days, and asked worriedly,

"Ming Yu, are you okay?"

Jiang Mingyu, "."