MTL - Don’t Be a Secretary For a Genius-Chapter 47 President heartthrob

There was no response in the bathroom for a long time.

Jiang Shengyan's voice became more anxious: "Little You?"

The next second, like a big change of life - Jing You appeared in front of Jiang Shengyan.

"What happened just now?"

Jiang Shengyan's heart fell to the ground, but she was still worried, and subconsciously reached out to stroke Jingyou's hair.

Jing You pursed his lips into a straight line, glanced at Jiang Shengyan, walked out of the bathroom, and walked straight to the opposite side of Lu Xian - next to Ying Jian's seat.

"Secretary Ying, I want to change positions with you." Jing You said.

Jiang Shengyan who followed behind was startled.

"Okay, Mr. Jing." Yingjian unfastened her seat belt and stood up with a book.

Jing You sat down and fastened her seat belt.

"Secretary, please bring my blindfold."

Ying Jian went over to take the blindfold and handed it back to Jing You.

Jing You adjusted the seat back and put on the blindfold. isolated from the outside world.

Ying Jian scratched his chin, as if he had shot himself in the foot.

Although Jiang Shengyan didn't understand what Jing You meant by changing seats, he didn't say much, took a blanket to cover Jing You, and returned to his seat.

Jing You felt like a thorn in her heart but no one helped her pick it out.

Lu Xian, who had been lying on the table silently for a long time, suddenly said: "Xiao Jingyou, the kitchen on the plane is broken, and there is no chicken claws to eat. I seem to be suffocating."

Jing You seemed to have caught a pigtail, took off her blindfold, and said to Jiang Shengyan, "Secretary Jiang, Dr. Lu said she has nothing to eat, why didn't you have someone prepare it in advance?"

“…”

Lu Xian looked out the window and scratched her head awkwardly.

Jiang Shengyan stood up, "I was negligent."

Jing You and Jiang Shengyan looked at each other, and their hearts were even more irritable.

"Dr. Lu loses weight, you don't need to eat." After Jing You finished speaking, she put on her blindfold and said nothing.

Lu Xian always felt as if he was deliberately making things difficult for other people's bad guys, so he had to continue lying on the table and pretending to be dead.

Jiang Shengyan came over and asked, "Can I prepare grilled vegetables and rib eye steak for Dr. Lu?"

Lu Xian regained his energy and bounced off the table.

"Is the kitchen repaired?" Full of surprises overflowing from the eyes.

Jiang Shengyan smiled and nodded.

She knew there was nothing wrong, but Jingyou didn't know what kind of temper she was playing.

Lu Xian smiled until her eyes narrowed, "I'm not picky eaters, as long as I can eat."

"Okay, please wait."

Jiang Shengyan turned and left.

Ying Jian came over and took out a lollipop from her pocket, "Do you want candy?"

Lu Xianchong Ying Jian gave a fake smile, "I won't eat what you gave me again." Fortunately, the little sister was not so sinister when she was a child.

You should unpack it and put it in your mouth.

She doesn't like lollipops, but Lu Xian likes it. She also knew that Lu Xian liked to deceive Jing You about lollipops.

Half an hour later, the flight attendant came in with the dining cart and put the freshly prepared meals in front of everyone.

Jiang Shengyan patted Jing You on the shoulder, leaned over and called, "Boss, get up and eat something."

"No."

Jiang Shengyan straightened up and said to the flight attendant, "Please put away the dishes from Mr. Jing's place."

Jing You's breath suddenly sank a lot.

Even though Jing You could not see at the moment, Jiang Shengyan still had a standard smile on his lips, and said, "The boss can call me at any time if needed."

Just as Jiang Shengyan turned to go back, the floor slanted suddenly, and she almost fell to the ground.

Fortunately, Jiang Sheng spoke quickly, grabbed the armrest of the seat and stabilized his body.

At the same time, several plates on the table fell to the ground.

The aircraft broadcast sounded: "All passengers, the plane encounters strong turbulence, please fasten your seat belts and do not move around..."

Jiang Shengyan wanted to go back to his seat, but the plane was so bumpy that it was difficult to move on high heels.

She clasped her hands on the table and the armrest of the chair, sweat dripping from her forehead.

Jing You's hands were shaking too. She took off her blindfold and sat up. Before she could adapt to the harsh light, she forced her eyes to open, half-squinted her eyes and grabbed Jiang Shengyan's arm, pulled it onto her own leg, and locked Jiang Shengyan's waist with both hands.

"Ginger...ginger..."

Jing You's throat tightened, unable to speak, and finally gave up, and only used all her strength to hold Jiang Shengyan firmly.

At this moment, Jiang Shengyan could not feel the violent shaking of the body, only the soft touch behind him, and the soreness and swelling in his heart.

The turbulence continued for two minutes and the plane leveled off again.

After the crisis was over, Jing You still closed his eyes and pressed his side face tightly on Jiang Shengyan's back.

Jiang Shengyan covered the back of Jingyou's hand and comforted her softly: "Xiaoyou, it's alright."

After speaking, she was reluctant to get up.

Jing You had been holding his breath for a while, and now he finally exhaled.

She said: "Secretary Jiang, go back and sit down and stop running around."

Jiang Shengyan restrained the throbbing and loss in her heart and stood up.

"Okay, boss."

The weather was unstable at this time, the flight attendants cleaned up the mess and returned to the crew seat to fasten their seat belts.

Others also sit in fixed positions and stop moving.

Jing You looked up at the person across the aisle, and then turned his face out of the window again.

Jiang Shengyan also looked out the window, her eyes were vague and her cheeks were hot.

She replayed the picture over and over again in her mind—Jingyou pulled her to sit down and used her arms as a seat belt.

And the feeling of being protected.

From the airport, Jiang Shengyan called the driver and asked the car to drive to the temporary parking space outside the terminal.

The driver opened the car door for Jingyou, and Jiang Shengyan got into the car from the other side.

Black Bentley to the main house on the banks of the Naby.

In addition to the breathing of three people, there was no other sound in the car.

The car passed a toll booth.

In the back seat, Jing You closed his eyes and spoke first: "Does it hurt?"

Jiang Shengyan: "What?"

Jing You: "Secretary Jiang's feet."

When the plane was bumpy, Jiang Shengyan's heel turned, and her ankle felt a little swollen and painful. She had deliberately concealed it before, but she could not escape Jingyou's eyes.

Jiang Shengyan said: "It's nothing, just go back and apply some bruises."

Jing You looked out the window and did not speak.

Jiang Shengyan asked tentatively, "Is the boss angry with me?"

Jing You asked back: "Did Secretary Jiang do anything to make me angry?"

Jiang Shengyan answered quickly, "No."

“…”

Jing You remained silent.

Jiang Shengyan thought about his life, suddenly realized, and asked, "Is that the one who is here? The boss just say it straight, what can I be ashamed of?"

In this way, the reason why Jingyou stayed in the bathroom for so long was found, and she must have changed the sanitary napkin.

Jiang Shengyan continued: "Is your stomach uncomfortable, do you need a hot water bottle?"

Jing You turned to look at Jiang Shengyan with complicated eyes.

Jiang Shengyan curved his lips, "Since this is the case, I don't care about your sudden temper."

Jing You closed his eyes and poked his brow bone with his middle finger, as if poking a few more times would relieve anxiety.

Jiang Shengyan looked at Jing You and smiled with more joy from her heart.

Jing You's temper came and went quickly, and when the car drove to Jing's house, it returned to normal.

The driver opened the door on Jingyou's side first.

Jing You said to Jiang Shengyan: "Secretary Jiang, go home directly. If your foot breaks, I will be very troubled."

After finishing speaking, one foot stepped on the floor tile outside and got off.

"Send Secretary Jiang to the door." Jing You said to the driver.

Driver: "Okay, Mr. Jing."

Jiang Shengyan did not raise any objection, looked at Jing You's back and said, "Goodbye, boss."

The word boss is more like the shackles Jiang Shengyan put on himself than a title.

She needs to remind herself all the time that Jing You is the boss, not her own little You.

Jing You hesitated for a moment, then turned around and said, "Secretary Jiang won't be here to pick me up tomorrow morning."

Jiang Shengyan was stunned for two seconds, then smiled and nodded: "Okay, boss."

Jing You added: "I will come down when I pass by Secretary Jiang's house tomorrow morning."

Is this... going to pick her up for work?

Jiang Shengyan's lips curved more, and the smile on his face deepened.

"Good."

This time, Jiang Shengyan only answered this one word.

Jing You took two steps forward, the driver was about to close the door, she turned back to speak.

The driver nearly pinched his hand.

"Secretary Jiang," Jing You scratched his eyebrows and paused for a few seconds, "Go back and take medicine."

The voice fell, and without waiting for Jiang Shengyan to answer, he raised his feet and left.

The door was closed, and only Jiang Shengyan was left in the back seat.

She lowered her eyebrows and smiled, still aftertaste - clumsy and hard-mouthed concern.

The black car stopped at the door of Jiang Shengyan's house.

When the driver opened the door, he asked, "Do you want to help Secretary Jiang in?"

Jiang Shengyan shook his head, "No, thank you."

"Secretary Jiang walk slowly." The driver nodded slightly to Jiang Shengyan.

Jiang Shengyan smiled back.

The driver closed the door, watched Jiang Shengyan walk to the gate of the courtyard, returned to the cab and drove away.

Jiang Shengyan was about to open the door when a woman's voice came from behind.

—"Miss Jiang, long time no see."

Jiang Shengyan's jaw muscles tightened unconsciously. She didn't have to look back to know who the owner of the voice was.

A woman wearing silver-gray rimless glasses walked over, her hair was meticulously pulled back, her cheekbones were high, and her cheeks were not fleshy; It seemed a little empty.

Jiang Shengyan turned around without the friendly smile on his face.

"Is something wrong?" The voice was indifferent.

The pan-haired woman pushed the glasses on the bridge of her nose.

The pair of eyes behind the lens show the eyes of hunting, sharp and cautious.

"Miss Jiang knows." The voice of the pantou woman was naturally oppressive.