I run with the ball, it's exciting

As soon as Jiang Li returned home, Aunt Wang, the nanny, stopped him.

"Miss, when I was tidying your clothes today, I found a bunch of keys in your pocket." Aunt Wang handed over the bunch of keys to him.

Jiang Li took it over and took a look, isn't this Feng Ming's car key?

Yesterday, the other party drove by him. At that time, he thought that Lin Lang was in an emergency, but forgot to return the key to Feng Ming.

Feng Ming probably drove the car with the spare key, so it was strange that he didn't mention it along the way.

"Thank you, Aunt Wang." Jiang Li put away the key, and planned to send it back to Feng Ming by courier when he came back from a business trip.

After Lin Lang left, Jiang Li's life became boring. However, the former owner's daughter group asked him to go out to play, but he refused.

A few days later, Jiang Li learned from Mr. Jiang that Feng Ming had returned to China, and immediately called the other party, "Feng Ming, I still have your car keys, shall I send them to you?"

Feng Ming seemed to pause before opening his mouth, his deep voice contained a hint of imperceptible fatigue, "You can bring it here, I don't feel at ease if it is in the hands of others."

"...That's fine." Everyone said so, and Jiang Li couldn't refuse, so he agreed.

The driver of the Jiang family sent Jiang Li out.

Mrs. Jiang and Mr. Jiang looked at each other for a while, then sighed slightly.

Jiang Li didn't know that his every move fell into the eyes of Jiang and his wife, and soon he arrived at Feng's Group, and he took the elevator directly to the president's office without delay.

Feng Ming obviously greeted Jiang Li. The secretary was very polite to Jiang Li and made tea for him, "Miss Jiang, Mr. Feng is still in a meeting, please wait here for a while."

"Okay, thank you." Jiang Li sat alone on the sofa drinking tea, then thought that he came here to return the things, as long as he put the things down, he can leave, why wait?

He took out the key from his pocket and put it on Feng Ming's desk, but he inadvertently caught his attention by a small potted plant in the shape of a duckling on the desk.

Didn't expect Feng Ming, a workaholic, to be quite leisurely, this guy seems to like ducks very much.

Jiang Li wanted to touch it a little bit, but he held it back when he thought it was someone else's property, and at this moment, the door was suddenly kicked open from the outside, making a loud noise!

"boom!"

Unexpectedly, Jiang Li was taken aback, and accidentally touched the small potted plant, which slid from the table to the edge and fell to the ground.

"Crack!" The duckling shattered in response.

Jiang Li was stunned for a moment, then looked at the person at the door. It was an ordinary-looking middle-aged man who wanted to rush in with an angry face, "Feng Ming, get out of here! If you don't give me a way out, don't even think about it." Better off!"

But as soon as he stepped into the office, a security guard rushed over to subdue him in time, and then dragged him down.

The secretary hurried over from outside with a nervous expression, "Miss Jiang, are you okay? Are you scared?"

"I'm fine, but something is wrong with it." Jiang Li pointed to the debris on the ground guiltily, "I seem to have gotten into trouble."

The secretary opened his eyes wide, "This, this is Mr. Feng's favorite potted plant..."

Before she finished speaking, a familiar male voice sounded outside the door, "What is my favorite?"

The two were silent, Feng Ming walked in with a pair of long legs, and then saw the debris on the ground.

The poor duckling's potted plant was torn apart, and the original shape could no longer be seen. The black soil was scattered on the floor, and the few tender green buds fell down limply.

Feng Ming raised his dark eyes, his tone didn't fluctuate a bit, but it was more like the calm before the storm, "Who broke it?"

The secretary silently moved a little away from Jiang Li.

Jiang Li: "..."

Like a primary school student who did something wrong, Jiang Li lowered his head guiltily, "I accidentally bumped into it just now, I'm sorry Feng Ming, I will pay you for it!"

With a gloomy face, Feng Ming waved the secretary away, and then said slowly, "You can't afford it, I did it myself."

Jiang Li was shocked, "...then what should I do?"

Feng Ming seemed to think about it for a while, "You compensate me by being exactly the same."

Jiang Li: "I won't."

Feng Ming: "If you don't know how to go to school."

Jiang Li: "...Okay."

Only then did Feng Ming's expression soften a little, as if he had thought of something, he continued, "Give me another three months as an assistant for free, and let you learn a lesson."

Jiang Li: "???"

Jiang Li didn't know how he got out of Feng's Group, and he didn't know why he agreed in a jerk at that time, but he only remembered Feng Ming's dark eyes.

As if sadly and angrily accusing him of breaking his beloved.

Jiang Li's scalp was numb from that look, as if some catastrophe had occurred, as if what fell was not a potted plant, but a heavyweight national treasure!

So, he agreed with a very guilty heart.

When he walked out of Feng's Group, Jiang Li's mind cleared up when the cold wind blew outside, and he suddenly felt that he was too impulsive.

Just being an assistant is nothing, not even a salary!

Feng Ming, this penny-pinching capitalist!

Why does he always feel like he has fallen into a pit!

Jiang Li sighed, took the potted duckling fragments that he had just collected, and planned to go to the pottery shop to learn how to make one, so as to compensate Feng Ming.

At the same time, what he didn't know was——

Feng Ming just received a call from another secretary, "President Feng, I heard that your little potted plant was broken, do you need me to buy another one?"

Feng Ming looked at the place where the ducklings were usually placed, it was empty, but he was in a good mood, "No, someone will make it for me."

"So that's how it is." The secretary hung up the phone with a strange expression on his face.

If he heard correctly just now, there seemed to be an imperceptible trace in Mr. Feng's tone... showing off?

Jiang Li went home and brought up this matter with Jiang and his wife. Sure enough, the two people's first reaction was to object. Jiang Li also wanted to go back on his word, but he was taken into the ditch by Feng Ming and agreed.

I don't know what Feng Ming is trying to figure out, trying to make him easy to bully?

Forget it, it's only three months.

He can also learn something from Feng Ming's side.

Jiang Li comforted himself like this.

Seeing that he had already made a decision, the Jiang couple thought that Jiang Li probably still couldn't let go of Feng Ming, and it was useless for them to try to stop him, so what else could they do except compromise?

The next day, Jiang Li went to Feng's Group to report.

Feng Ming directly asked someone to arrange a small desk for him, and put it in his office, very close.

Jiang Li asked a little depressed, "I don't have a separate office?"

Feng Ming sneered, "You are a little assistant and you still want an office, so it would be nice to give you a desk."

Jiang Li thought about it too, so he shut up.

Seeing that he had calmed down, Feng Ming couldn't help but take another look at him, and his eyes stayed on the sweater and jeans he was wearing, "Didn't I get a business suit from someone? Why don't you wear it."

"I don't like to wear skirts." Jiang Li asked cautiously, "Can I wear my own clothes?"

Don't like wearing skirts?

Who doesn't know that Jiang Li's closet is full of skirts, but recently he seldom wears skirts and has started to wear neutral styles. At first glance, he looks a bit like a boy.

That impossibly delicate face is really indisputable.

Feng Ming really wanted to see Jiang Li in business attire, with a white shirt buttoned up to the top, and a black skirt covering his slender waist and straight legs, full of abstinence.

But Jiang Li didn't want to, and he didn't force it.Although it's a bit regrettable, after all, it was hard to abduct people, and they can't be too much to make people run away.

So Feng Ming nodded, and Jiang Li became the only employee in the whole company who didn't wear professional attire.

The work Jiang Li had to do was not technically difficult, but the first day of work was new to him, he ran up and down outside, and met a few colleagues and friends.

At noon, several people went to the company cafeteria for dinner.

When he returned to the office, Jiang Li was in a good mood, but he didn't expect to meet Feng Ming's cold face when he looked up.

"where did you go?"

"Eat, eat."

Seeing his expression, Jiang Li almost thought that he had caused some trouble again, and his tone became much weaker, "Have you eaten yet?"

After asking, he saw the lunch box on the table, it was probably prepared by the chef of Feng's family, and it was for two people...

Wait, isn't Feng Ming waiting for him to eat together?

And wait until now without eating...

Thinking of this, he accidentally asked the question.

Feng Ming's expression became even uglier, "Don't be too sentimental, I just like to eat one piece at a time."

Jiang Li: "..."

All right, as long as you are happy.

For the entire afternoon that followed, Feng Ming didn't speak to Jiang Li, and didn't even look at him.

Jiang Li didn't take the initiative to join in, and went to the pottery shop to study hard after get off work.When he came to the company the next day, he suddenly found himself isolated by everyone.

Although everyone was still polite, they obviously kept their distance, with a hint of avoidance.

Obviously yesterday was fine...

Jiang Li thought about it, and felt that he would not be disliked because of nothing, so he returned to the office depressed, and couldn't help but tell Feng Ming about the matter.

Feng Ming ignored him today, but he said very bluntly, "You are here for work, not to make friends, this is not a place for you to play."

"Oh..." Jiang Li didn't bother to go out, and was ordered by Feng Ming to serve tea and water in the office, just like the little eunuch next to the emperor.

When he was not needed to do things, Jiang Li had no choice but to watch Feng Ming's work from the sidelines, which gave him a little more appreciation.

Needless to say, Feng Ming's superior looks, but what attracted him the most was the man's serious demeanor when he was working, expressionless, meticulous, and somewhat ruthless.

A little handsome.