Mu Ying had no choice but to take out her phone again and click on the new message under the table.

Huo Senze sent a photo of a table of delicious food, and a text message under the photo.

Huo Senze said: "After the meeting, I invite you to eat this."

It also comes with a kitten winking emoticon package.

Mu Ying was speechless, but felt that Huo Senze was more interesting than expected, so she was going to reply him.

At this time, a big hand stretched out from the side and placed it on her hand.

Mu Ying's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and she suddenly raised her head to look at the young master beside her. In just two seconds, she had imagined the ambiguous scene of the young master and her holding hands under the table in a large audience.

However, the next second, the young master took her phone away and put it on the table.

It was like being caught by the teacher for deserting in class, Mu Ying's face was on fire.

He raised his head and looked at his colleagues around him. Some people saw this scene, but they were all professionals in the workplace. They acted as if they didn't see it, and the expression management was quite in place.

Mu Ying looked at the young master again.

But the young master didn't even look at her, as if the hand just now wasn't his.

After 10 minutes, the young master finally announced: "Let's stop here for today. Everyone has worked hard. The meal time is extended by one hour. Take a good rest before starting the afternoon work."

Mu Ying's heart was full of joy, and she wished to go out to eat immediately, but she was an assistant, and the big boss didn't leave, so she didn't dare to move.

After everyone left, the young master also stood up, as if asking casually, and said to her: "I'm going to the company restaurant for dinner, will you go?"

Mu Ying glanced at Mr. Huo who was waiting for her outside the door, and said to the young master, "I'm going out to eat with my colleagues, so the young master doesn't care about me."

She vomited quickly after eating her work meal, and the young master was so gentle and kind to Miss Su. After being internally injured by her husband, he came to abuse their kind employees. Mu Ying was feeling unbalanced. eat with him.

The young master took a deep look at her, nodded, and handed her the phone.

Mu Ying stretched out her hand to pick it up, but the young master raised it and didn't give it to her immediately. He said in a cold voice, "You are my assistant, and to a certain extent, it also represents my work style. In future meetings, don't play with your phone anymore. .”

"Well... I remember." Mu Ying's face was burning hot again, feeling a little ashamed.

Afterwards, the young master returned the phone to her, turned around and left the conference room. When they passed by Huo Senze, the two nodded to each other without saying anything.

Then Mu Ying also came out, and said to Huo Senze: "Mr. Huo, I'll go and put some things away first."

Huo Senze smiled and said, "Then I'll wait for you at the elevator entrance."

Mu Ying nodded, and walked quickly to her office. The young master was also walking in the direction of the president's office. The two walked in the same direction, one after the other.

When he came to the door of the office, he was about to open the door and go in when the young master's voice came from behind him.

"Aying."

Mu Ying was taken aback, the young master rarely called her that when he was working.

"What's wrong, master?"

He looked at her for two seconds and said, "It's okay, you can go to eat."

After finishing speaking, he walked into the president's office next to him, Mu Ying scratched his head a little, the young master's words were too much.

What exactly did he want to say, and what was the meaning of that tangled expression just now?

But the young master had already entered the president's office, so she didn't think too much about it. After putting down her things, she walked towards the elevator.

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