"Sir, do you want us to help you?" The girls suppressed their inner restlessness and asked in a low voice.

Hearing this, Tang Jingyun was stunned for a moment, then turned slightly sideways and made way for her.

A girl skillfully stepped forward, asked him the location, and quickly bought him a ticket.

He thanked him and pulled out a piece of cash from his wallet and gave it to her.

"No, no, no, little meaning!" The girl blushed and hurriedly refused.

Sure enough, this is still the era of looking at faces!

Song is convinced, even if Tang Jingyun has nothing one day, he can pay for it with this face alone!

The metro arrived quickly.

On the subway in the morning, don't ask for any seats, just have a place to stay.

Fortunately, Song Tiantian's adaptability is surprisingly fast, whether he drives Tang Jingyun's luxury car of tens of millions, or takes the subway, there is no gap for him at all.

Song leaned into a position in the corner and stood firm.

She plugged her headphones, listened to the music attentively, and was in a comfortable situation, but was accidentally stepped on a few times.

She unconsciously stepped back, trying to avoid it, but as soon as she stepped back, the people in front of her also retreated, and she was squeezed even worse.

Just when Song Tiantian felt that she was having trouble breathing and was about to be squeezed into a meatloaf, a long and powerful figure walked through the dense crowd and walked towards her, steadily protecting her in her arms, leaving her with a space to move her body.

She reflexively wanted to keep back, but ...... There is no way back.

He was like an impregnable wall, encircling her.

She struggled for a while, and finally—but she settled down.

*

Although the way to work was a little unsmooth, Song still arrived at the company's headquarters on time.

In the company, she tried her best to avoid Tang Jingyun and keep her distance from him, but the truth is that she was really naïve.

"Song Tiantian, the president asked you to go to the office!"

"Song Tilt, the president said that he was looking for you for something!"

"Song Tilt, President ......"

“……”

In one morning, Song Tiantian ran to the president's office five or six times.

Rushing into the office one last time, she couldn't bear it anymore and finally broke out.

With a 'snap', she threw the papers in her hand onto the desk.

"I'm the designer of Ni Dress, not your secretary, why do you want me to do such a thing as copying documents?"

It's not that Song Tiantian is unwilling to do it, it's just that she thinks that Tang Jingyun is deliberately manipulating her.

In the morning, she would help him make coffee and make copies of documents, and she was really annoyed.

"Accompany me to dinner at noon." Tang Jingyun ignored Song Tiantian's protest and continued to order.

"Eat a yarn!" Song Tiantian couldn't help but want to spit out dirty words, but when the words came to his mouth, he still turned a corner, "You want to eat by yourself, I don't want to be with you!" ”

Leaving the words, Song Tiantian turned around and left.

"Don't want to in Ni Dress?"

Tang Jingyun's cold voice sounded behind her with a hint of warning.

“……”

So, he's threatening her?

Song tilted her lips mockingly, she turned her head, took a few more steps, and rushed to his desk.

She bent slightly, leaned forward, and her hands snapped on his desk.

"Yes, I'm quitting!" She stared down at the man sitting in the office chair opposite, word by word.

That momentum, how much is more.

Of course, this is what she herself thought.