"It will be lunch time soon. Has president Zhao eaten yet?" Fu xishen looked at Zhao Qiqing with deep eyes.
Zhao Qiqing smiled awkwardly. How can she eat before lunch time.
After hearing that there was a problem with the contract, she came to Tianjing group without stopping. How could she have leisure to eat?
"Not yet." Zhao Qiqing pursed her mouth slightly and didn't want to have dinner with Fu xishen. It seems that she can't refuse.
"Since Mr. Zhao wants to make up for this mistake, why don't you invite me to lunch?"
Fu xishen has pointed out the topic, and Zhao Qiqing can only accept it.
"Wronged Fu always had dinner with me. I asked my assistant to book a restaurant."
With that, Zhao Qiqing wanted to leave the office, but was stopped by Fu xishen opposite: "don't you have a taste of the coffee prepared for president Zhao?"
Seeing the expression that Zhao Qiqing wants to escape, Fu xishen subconsciously wants to surround Zhao Qiqing with himself.
Returning to the position just now, Zhao Qiqing picked up the cup with both hands and didn't notice that the coffee cup in her hand was the same or a pair as that on Fu xishen's desk.
The office of Nuo university is full of embarrassing atmosphere. Zhao Qiqing, who wants to ease the atmosphere, can't say a word and can only drink coffee quietly.
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