MAKE ME WET AND LOVE ME MORE

Anyway, Fu has the final say to her. What she does is that she has the final say.

There was a flash of light in Song September's eyes. She took out a big bowl from the cupboard and began to beat eggs. One by one, she felt that her hands were sour.

There are so many people in the top office. I'm afraid everyone has to do a lot of work. Besides, some of them are still men. They must eat more than one bowl.

Song Jiuyue was very confident about her egg fried rice. Holding a spoon, she began to stir fry it. Because the pot was too small, she had to make more than ten pieces of it.

Outside, everyone is hungry. What's the matter with today's cooks? They haven't cooked yet.

The top office is full of complaints.

Song September is still waving a shovel, stir so a few pot down, her hand already sour can't move a cent, apron, sitting on one side wipe sweat, see a few chefs in, long relief.

"It's done. You take it out."

A few chefs are silly. What's the matter? Just one egg fried rice? This time, the boss also stayed for dinner. If we let him know that this lunch is fried rice with eggs, we will all be fired.

"Take it out."

Song September urged, meal time has passed half an hour, for Fu Yan that punctual devil, delay time is probably the most unbearable thing.

Several chefs also feel that there is no way to do it again. They can't do it again at this time. As soon as they close their eyes, they take the things out.

When people see bowl after bowl of fried rice with eggs, they have a bad feeling. Today's lunch can't be fried rice with eggs. It's probably the poorest lunch in history.

"Did you make a mistake? Did the chef want to work? After waiting for a long time, he had a bowl of fried rice with eggs. Are you kidding me?"

"Where's my lobster and fish? I don't want fried rice with eggs."

The female secretaries were full of grievances. Knowing that this was done by song September, they even scolded people half dead in their hearts.

Everyone complained and didn't want to do it. Anyway, they felt they had no appetite.

At this time, the door of Fu's office opened. The man came out and sat down at a table. Mo Yi, his assistant, went to serve two bowls of fried rice with eggs. They sat face to face and ate delicious.

The boss has fried rice with eggs

Such a low-level thing went into the noble mouth of the boss.

Everyone immediately felt inspired. Maybe today's lunch is just for the boss to test everyone's hardworking spirit and exercise everyone's indomitable willpower.

So in an instant, people began to eat like chicken blood. In the end, some female secretaries, who were usually shouting about losing weight, ate several bowls of food without fear of death.

It's hard for song Jiuyue in the kitchen. He was just about to sit down and have a rest when he heard the chef run by and say that the fried rice with eggs was not enough and he had to cook it again.

So song had to start work again in September. How could she know that the fighting power of these people was so powerful? She made another one, just as many as she had just carried out.

I thought it would be enough this time, but half an hour later, the chef came in again, saying that it was not enough, and he had to add more.

Song Jiuyue's tired hands couldn't be lifted, so she had to grit her teeth and stick to it. After she finished, her eyes couldn't open any more. She was so tired that she just wanted to sleep.

And outside, people want to throw up, but in front of the boss, had to maintain their elegant posture.

"Burp ~"

a senior executive couldn't help but have a long burp, which was very loud in the quiet space. People bowed their heads and wanted to laugh, but they had to hold it back.

Mo Yi's eyes also flashed a smile, pushed his glasses, some thought, Miss Song is actually doing well, just forgot to prepare soup, just egg fried rice is too dry.

"The chef is good today. Tell her to have a rest."

For the first time, Fu Jin ate three bowls, almost surprised everyone's eyes, and some secretaries secretly made marks in their hearts.

The boss likes to eat fried rice with eggs

Fu Ya gracefully took the handkerchief, wiped her mouth, and calmly brought a cup of tea into the office. People's nerves were completely relaxed, and they all collapsed on the seats.

"My God, I swear, I will never eat fried rice with eggs again in my life."

"It's so salty. How did the chef get into shengtenglai?"

Someone complained in a low voice. After all, only the female secretaries knew about song September's punishment of sweeping the floor and cooking. Others thought it was a big joke made by today's chefs.

Song Jiuyue came out of the kitchen smelling of cooking fumes. She didn't want to open her eyelids, but now it's not the day to get off work. She can only go back to her seat and lie on her stomach.

Just fell asleep, next to the phone will not die of ring up, pick up a listen, Fu disaster cold word.——Tea.

Song Jiuyue had no choice but to make a cup of tea again. When she saw Fu Jin, who was covered with light clouds and light wind, she felt very aggrieved. She didn't know why.

"Do you know what's wrong with you?"

Fu Yan picked eyebrows, carrying song September tea, bowed to drink a mouthful, just light mouth said.

Song September felt aggrieved. She was punished for sweeping the floor for no reason. After making so many people's lunches, her whole arm was shaking with acid. When she was serving tea, she splashed it on her hands several times.

Why did he do this to himself

The more he thought about it, the more aggrieved song September felt.

"Do you know what's wrong with you?" I asked Fu Jin still asked.

"What's wrong with me?"

Song Jiuyue looks up and looks at this person in doubt. She is careful enough to be around him. What did she do to make him so unhappy.

If Fu and the other women were not jealous, they would not have been so jealous.

She was so good that she even closed the door and misunderstood him for betraying his sexuality. Is it necessary for him to betray his sexuality.

Fu Jin's mind was upset for a while. He just wanted to raise his head and scold the man for a while, but his sight only saw the figure of the man in the sofa.

Sleep fell asleep?

It's like a fist on the cotton. It doesn't hurt, but it's hard to bend. So Fu Jin almost blew up now.

But when he saw the teardrops still hanging in the corner of song September's eyes, he felt angry and funny. This woman is really like a child, so harmless, how could he have the heart to blame he