C109 Don't Give Me Any Face!

"Sister Wanlin, is there anything I can do for you?" Yan Yi looked at Tang Wanlin with a smile and asked.

"Yan Yi, your..."

"Miss Yan, the instant coffee you ordered." Tang Wanlin's assistant brought the coffee in.

"Thank you." Yan Yi took the coffee and smiled at her.

"No need." The assistant smiled and turned to leave.

"Sister Wanlin, say it." Yan Yi held the coffee and slowly sipped it. "Your coffee is not bad."

"Really?" Tang Wanlin smiled lightly, "If you like it, I will get Shi Yun to prepare a packet for you."

"Okay. Thank you, Sister Wanlin." Yan Yi said with a smile.

"Yan Yi." Tang Wanlin looked at her with a serious face and a trace of embarrassment.

"What? Director Tang decided to use the person he set?" Yan Yi saw Tang Wanlin's troubled expression and asked casually.

"That's not true." Tang Wanlin pursed her lips and smiled. "The main reason is that Mo feels that position is too hard on you. My Mo is a very considerate good man. He does things in detail."

"It doesn't matter if you work hard. Only then can you learn something. Besides, it's just work. How can it not be hard? " Yan Yi smiled gracefully and said, "Also, it's not like I can't bear the hardship."

"My Third Brother has to go to the mountainous area at least once a month. As an assistant, he has to go with me for these things. You have never been to the mountainous region before. That's not an ordinary condition. "

Tang Wanlin looked at Yan Yi helplessly and did not dare to think about it. She continued, "There is no tap water. Bathing is done in an open-air puddle. It is day for men and night for women.

Electricity is connected, but there is no internet. It is even more impossible to have a computer. You don't know, every time my Mo comes back, his body is covered in red and purple. He was bitten by an insect ant."

Yan Yi could not help but shiver and looked at Tang Wanlin in disbelief," Sister Wanlin, are you joking with me? "

"They only went last week and the red piece on his back has not disappeared yet." Tang Wanlin said in a serious manner.

"So, whether it is to be responsible for you or your family, I think that position is not suitable for you. Otherwise, how about you do it under me first?"

Yan Yi pursed her lips and smiled, "I will listen to Sister Wanlin. This arrangement of yours is definitely for my own good. I will slowly get familiar with it first. "

Tang Wanlin let out a sigh of relief and smiled at her in relief, "Yes, that's right."

"Then what can I do now?" Yan Yi asked with a smile.

...

In the private room of the coffee shop, Zhao Youquan had a bald head and a big belly as he sat by the window, drinking coffee and waiting for others.

Tang Yiru pushed open the door and walked towards him.

The instant he saw Tang Yiru, Zhao Youquan's originally small eyes narrowed into a fine line.

He stared at Tang Yiru's long legs under her skirt with a perverted expression. He almost drooled at the corner of his mouth.

Seeing his lecherous gaze, Tang Yiru only felt nauseous.

"Little Ru, you're here." Zhao Youquan called Tang Yiru affectionately.

Little Ru?

Tang Yiru felt her scalp go numb. She was so disgusted that she wanted to throw up.

"Director Zhao, why are you looking for me? Why are you in such a hurry to ask me to come over?" Tang Yiru looked at him indifferently and sat down opposite him.

Zhao Youquan did not respond. He just continued to stare at her with his green eyes.

His eyes slowly moved from her face to her neck.

Tang Yiru was wearing a low-cut, shoulder-length skirt today.

That round shoulder, that exquisite and alluring collarbone, and that faintly discernible one all triggered his nerves.

Zhao Youquan gulped and his Adam's apple rolled. His eyes, which were as thin as a slit, could no longer be opened.

His mouth was slightly open, and even his chin was about to fall off.

No matter how Tang Yiru looked at it, she felt that it was so disgusting. It was a wretched old man who was running around with his butt naked.

Especially that bald and shiny bald head. It was simply a big bubble lamp, and it was a big light bulb covered with a layer of grease.

She did not know how Shee Meijiao, that woman, could endure the fat all over her body.

"No rush, no rush." Zhao Youquan smiled lewdly and flirtatiously as he looked at Tang Yiru and said with a laugh.

"It's already noon. Let's talk as we eat. What, what do you want to eat? Come, order your order. Order whatever you want to eat."

As he spoke, he handed the menu to Tang Yiru. However, people like him would never let go of any opportunity to take advantage of others.

At the same time that the menu was handed to Tang Yiru, he took the opportunity to stroke the back of her hand. Furthermore, it was blatantly done.

"Director Zhao, please show some respect!" Tang Yiru glared at him angrily. She took back her hand and used a tissue to wipe the back of her hand with disgust.

"Tang Yiru, don't be so shameless!"

Not only did she not go up the stairs, but she even pretended to be like the Third Zhen and Ninth Lie. Zhao Youquan's face pulled and his voice became cold. He looked at her with a smile that was not a smile.

"If you don't have anything else to do, then I won't accompany you." Tang Yiru glared at him coldly and got up to leave.

"What, you are so impatient? With your attitude, how can you win Mrs. Yan's approval and enter the Yan family?"

Tang Yiru had just turned around and had yet to take a step when she heard Zhao Youquan's indifferent but cold voice.

Tang Yiru's heart sank.

What did he mean? How would he know?

"What do I mean? How did I know about the matter between you and Yan Shuo?"

Zhao Youquan seemed to know exactly what she was thinking. He spoke unhurriedly.

He picked up the cup of coffee in front of him and drank it with a satisfied expression.

Tang Yiru angrily stared at him and gritted her teeth. She really wanted to peel off his fat layer by layer.

"How is it? Are you still leaving? Are you still ignoring me?" Zhao Youquan looked at her with disdain.

"Aren't you going to sit down and have a good chat? Perhaps I know far more than that. Or perhaps, when I'm in a good mood, I can even help you! "

" Are you that kind? " Tang Yiru looked at him in disbelief. Her words were cold and sarcastic.

Zhao Youquan smiled and touched his bald head with his fat and greasy hands. He said with a strange face, "That depends on your attitude."

Although Tang Yiru hated this fat pig in front of her, she could only sit down helplessly.

Even if there was a glimmer of hope, she had to work hard.

"What kind of attitude do you want me to have?"