The CEO's husband didn't come home every night, and Secretary Chu was angry

The next day, Chu Mu came to the company early.

At 9:45, Yi Yichen showed up on time.

She made him a cup of morning coffee as usual.

"Mr. Yi, here's your coffee." Chu Mu held the bottom of the cup with one hand and lightly grasped the handle of the coffee cup with the other.

Place the coffee on the table, and push it gently with your slender fingers like jade, elegantly and calmly.

Yi Yichen glanced around and felt that the fire that had been extinguished with great difficulty last night was burning again without him noticing.

His eyes sank and his Adam's apple rolled.

Chu Mu took it all in, turning around and taking the contract in a charming manner. With his back to Yi Yichen, Chu Mu's smile had a hint of malice.

Back in the office, Chu Mu was back to normal. She handed him a blue folder and said, "This is the labor contract between Stephen Lee and Kehua Technology. Please review it."

"..." Yi Yichen adjusted his sitting position and took the contract with some doubt. He had sent people to visit Stephen Lee three times but failed to win him over. Chu Mu only went once and won him over.

This woman really cannot be underestimated.

Yi Yichen calmly flipped to the last page of the contract and confirmed the signature. It was indeed Stephen Lee's note. But after glancing at it, he closed the contract and said indifferently, "Well, not bad."

It seems like a compliment, and also like a response.

Chu Mu didn't understand what he meant.

The next moment, he dialed the internal line and called Xiao Song.

Handing the contract to Xiao Song, he said, "Assistant Song, go follow up."

Xiao Song took the contract and left the office.

Yi Yichen was still hesitant to speak, so Chu Mu had no choice but to ask, "Boss Yi, according to our agreement, if I secure Stephen Lee's contract, you will give me the 1kg of emeralds you have."

"Oh." Yi Yichen said with a long tone, took a sip of coffee, leaned back in his chair, and pretended to be surprised: "Did I say such a thing?"

Chu Mu suddenly felt something was wrong, his expression turned cold: "Boss Yi, are you planning to default on your debt?"

Yi Yichen chuckled, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "Secretary Chu, you've been with me for a while now. You should know that verbal promises have no legal significance. They're just empty promises and empty words."

Chu Mu clenched his fists, wishing he could ruthlessly throw Yi Yichen to the ground and let him know the dangers of society. However, he smiled gently and said sarcastically:

"Could it be possible that Mr. Yi was a fraudster in his previous life?"

"All's fair in war." A faint joy rose in Yi Yichen's heart. It turned out that teasing a kitten was such an interesting thing.

"Secretary Chu, read it more when you have time. Maybe you won't be fooled next time." Yi Yichen stretched out his arm, turned around, took out a copy of "The Art of War" from the bookshelf behind him, and handed it to her: "I'm going on a business trip. Secretary Chu, study hard during my absence."

After that, he took his suit jacket and briefcase and walked out of the office with long legs.

Chu Mu took a deep breath. Everyone said that Yi Yichen was heartless and unkind, but he didn't expect that he was also a profiteer.

We must not let him get away with it twice! Chu Mu’s eyes darkened.

……

A week later, Yi Yichen returned to Zhucheng from the capital.

Chu Mu handed him a cup of coffee as usual, but her A-line skirt was shorter, revealing her slender, white thighs. The color of the skirt also changed from black to a bright red.

Yi Yichen glanced at him and a smile flashed in his eyes.

The kitten is about to start scratching again.

He picked up his coffee, took a sip, and let his gaze linger on her fair legs. He jokingly said, "I've finished reading Sun Tzu's Art of War. Are you planning a honey trap today?"

"Mr. Yi is wrong. This is called 'turning the tables.'" Chu Mu leaned forward, his hands resting on the desk. His long, slightly curly hair cascaded down his face, its soft tail brushing against the back of Yi Yichen's hand like a feather. His blood surged, and somewhere within him, a subtle surge of excitement welled up.