See You Tonight, My Evil Husband

The first negotiation with heyday was about the next day. Qin Musheng, as president, should attend, and Jiang Shijin's speech was very excellent. When Qin Musheng came out of the building with the letter of intent signed by Dingsheng, he couldn't close his mouth with joy.

He also praised Jiang Shijin's excellent ability: "assistant Jiang, thanks to you this time."

"Mr. Qin, you're so polite. It's all thanks to everyone, especially the colleagues in the R & D department." Jiang Shijin doesn't like to grab credit. Moreover, she didn't do anything except adding several classes.

Qin Musheng put away the letter of intent: "I'll invite you to dinner and order whatever you want."

"Eat?"

Jiang Shijin always felt that there was something strange about the boss, but she couldn't say it again.

"Well, Western food? Chinese food? Hot pot?" Qin Musheng nodded and talked about food with a look of extreme fascination.

Happy to be like this, as for?

"Mr. Qin, please invite me to dinner or have a party after the final agreement is signed, so that the whole company can celebrate." Jiang Shijin tentatively declined: "everyone has been working overtime for a long time, and must be waiting for your reward."

"Celebration banquet..." Qin Musheng thought for a moment: "that's a good idea. You'll be responsible for it when the final agreement is signed."

"... OK."

What's wrong? Nothing.

She regretted it when she said it.

"But I still want to eat this meal today." Qin Musheng returned to the subject and said to the driver, "Manxiang building."

"Really eat?"

"Are there fake meals?"

Jiang Shijin laughed and was embarrassed.

It's time to get off work right away. If she doesn't get back on time, her ancestors may be angry again.

If you tell him you're still eating out with your boss

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but have a headache.

As soon as the car arrived at the downstairs of Manxiang building, mu Xiaoran sent a text message: something, don't return.

Jiang Shijin finally breathed a sigh of relief.

In the elegant room, the huge ancient wooden round table seemed a little empty. Qin Musheng sat next to Jiang Shijin and ordered several signature dishes. After a while, he was brought up by the waiter.

Where death is expensive, there is always the truth that death is expensive.

Jiang Shijin was always a little reserved and always felt that Qin Musheng's purpose was impure.

Halfway through the meal, I didn't say a few words.

Qin Musheng suddenly put down his chopsticks and said solemnly, "I said Jiang Shijin, is your memory really so bad? Up to now, you still can't remember who I am?"

Is that what an old friend means?