On the first day of joining the company, Chief Secretary Jiang Yan set three iron rules for himself: 1. In the company, there should be no mistake in calling his immediate boss, Mr. Lu, "Mr. Lu." 2. In public places, the distance from Mr. Lu must be kept at least three meters, and strict precautions should be taken. 3. She must not let anyone know that Mr. Lu, who is cold, dignified, and decisive in person, is secretly her coquettish, clingy legal husband who wants to listen to stories before going to bed. At first, this "underground work" went smoothly. During the meeting, she wrote down Mr. Lu's every picky request with an expressionless face, then turned around and drew a little bastard for him in the memo. In the tea room, she made him coffee with a "we don't know each other" look on her face, and then silently complained in her heart: "Huh, you only know how to drink my brew, you little one." Until a new and ambitious "little white flower" colleague came to the company, who performed a tea ceremony every day, not only trying to pry her position, but also her... Uh, boss? Xiao Baihua put on her little shoes in public: "Secretary Jiang, you are a secretary, how come you can't even figure out Mr. Lu's taste?" Before Jiang Yan could speak, Mr. Lu slowly put down his pen at the main seat and glanced at her lightly: "She doesn't have to figure out my taste, I just need to figure out hers." The whole place was silent. Jiang Yan:! ! ! Boss, that's not how the script works! What about being careful in what you say and do? Later, the internal fighting in the company intensified, and his opponents extended their black hands to Jiang Yan. One second she was worrying about the project data, and the next second President Lu's private WeChat message popped up: "Honey,
