Chapter 197

No one chatted with Ji Qianchen, and the office was silent again.

She curled her mouth and said a few more words to him. He would also be jealous.

Ji Qianchen is full of Qi.

Even if you don't confess anything.

Still so domineering strong control her everything.

Really think she is a soft persimmon, but also to him for the day, only he alone?

Ji Qianchen stands up, walks to the busy Ling Xiaohan, reaches out and grabs his sleeve: "how about I make coffee for you?"

"You don't have to do these things."

"I have to find something to do. Are you going to let me sit here all afternoon?" Ji Qianchen stares at his handsome face.

Ling Xiaohan raised his eyes and set them on her increasingly thin face.

A hint of guilt lingered.

He selfishly tied her to his side, but he hurt her again and again.

Some even doubted that it was the wrong decision for him to go back to China and marry her.

With a sigh, she held her hand. "Go ahead, don't burn it."

"Well."

Ji Qianchen nodded, took his hand away from his broad palm indifferently, and turned to walk out of his office.

Following the sign on the doorplate, Ji Qianchen found the tea room.

There is everything in the huge tea room.

Coffee machine, kettle, coffee cup, all kinds of precious coffee beans, good Longjing tea

Jiqianchen can't grind coffee beans or use a coffee machine.

I found a circle.

Ji Qianchen's eyes fell on the instant coffee on the table.

There are instant ones, so why grind them now.

Put a pot of water on and boil it.

Ji Qianchen looks around and doesn't find what she wants.

So he took out his cell phone and called Rob.

"Little madam, what can I do for you?" All of a sudden, he received a call from his wife, which made rob a little panic.

It's in the office. Why call him.

"Go and buy me a bag of salt."

"Ah?"

Rob didn't respond.

Salt is used for cooking. Why do you buy it upstairs?

It's hard not to say that the lady wants to sprinkle salt on the shoulder wound for the sake of angry young master?

This thought came to mind. Rob began to advise Ji Qianchen in a flurried way: "young lady, you can't think of it. If you don't tell me something, you definitely don't want to be hurt. So you must get better quickly. You can't do it if you sprinkle salt on the wound."

Rob talked for a long time.

Ji Qianchen snorted, "why can't I think about it? He doesn't say it's his business. I'm the most afraid of pain. I don't have a problem throwing salt on the wound."

"If you think so, I'll be relieved. But what are you going to do to buy salt? " Rob thought about it and couldn't come up with a reasonable explanation.

"If you want to buy it, you can buy it. Don't talk nonsense. Well done, I'll ask Ling Xiaohan to give you a bonus."

"Really? Young madam, I'll go right away. I'll depend on you for my bonus this year. " After rob arranged the meeting, he ran out of the meeting room and went downstairs.

Ji Qianchen is waiting for Rob to go upstairs at the elevator entrance.

As soon as the elevator door opened and rob appeared with a bag of edible salt in his hand, Ji Qianchen hurriedly pulled the bag of salt from him, "thanks, I will mention the bonus."

"Little madam, can you tell me a little about what you do with salt?" Rob was still worried that the young lady would come in disorder.

After all, after the conflict with the young master, her face is forced to smile.

"Don't worry about so much. Go ahead and do your work." Ji Qianchen drove him away.

Tell him that he will tell Ling Xiaohan that she is not a fool.

Ten minutes later, Ji Qianchen entered lingxiaohan's office with a cup of instant coffee in one hand that was not particularly hot.

Ling Xiaohan is no longer in the office. It seems that he went to the meeting room for a meeting.

Rob knocked on the door of the office. "Young lady, the young master has gone to the meeting. Let you wait for him in the office."

"Oh, the coffee I made for him, you can bring it to me. He was told to drink all he could, otherwise, he just didn't love me. " Ji Qianchen put the coffee cup in front of him with a smirk on his lips.

"OK, no problem." Rob nodded, took the coffee from Ji Qianchen's hand, and took it to the conference room.

In the large conference room containing dozens of people, Ling Xiaohan leaned on the swivel chair, his eyes were cold and fierce, and he scolded the people in the office.

No one in the conference room knows what happened.

Mingming, the president of the company is holding the president's wife today. They seem to love each other very much.

So why do they feel like the president ate dynamite today.Rob went in and handed the coffee to Ling Xiaohan's table. He whispered, "young master, young lady made it for you."

I hope this cup of coffee can ease the anger of the young master at this time.

Lingxiao's mouth is dry and his tongue is dry.

Staring at the steaming coffee, I felt a warm feeling.

Even if I'm still angry with him, I still make coffee for him.

Take the coffee, pass it to your lips, and take a sip.

A strong salty smell stimulated his taste buds.

Does this woman put sugar as salt?

The question is where is the salt from the tea room?

Even though it's extremely hard to drink, I swallowed the coffee in my mouth.

After the first sip, he didn't go on with the second.

Rob can't help but remind Ling Xiaohan.

"Young master, young madam still says, want you to drink all coffee, ability proves your love to her."

“……”

Ling Xiaohan raises his eyes and stares at rob, sweeping his white eyes. His eyes fall on the cup of coffee.

Ji Qianchen, Ji Qianchen, are you avenging your husband?

Ling Xiao was so bitter that he took the cup of coffee and took another sip.

There was too much salt, and he talked too much, and his voice seemed to smoke for a moment.

At the last sip, he didn't drink it. After drinking it, he didn't have to hold the meeting again.

The meeting ended.

Ling Xiaohan rushed back to the office with the cup of coffee.

Ji Qianchen sat on the sofa and read the magazine he put on the tea table.

"The meeting is over? Have you finished your coffee? How does it taste? " Ji Qianchen raised his eyes, put down the magazine and asked in a strange way.

"Now finish." Ling Xiaohan drinks the last sip of coffee in the quilt.

Later, he sat down beside Ji Qianchen, pinched her chin and leaned over to kiss her lips.

He opened her teeth flexibly and forcefully, and poured half of his salty coffee into her mouth.

This "delicious" taste, don't let her, the producer, try to have a taste, then how to do.

"Well..."

Ji Qianchen has not yet come to struggle. He kisses him. His lips and teeth are mingled with the salty coffee.

She has an urge to vomit.

But how could Ling Xiaohan release her lips easily.

Buckle her waist, deepen the kiss, until all the coffee forced her to swallow, Ling Xiaohan did not end the kiss.