The beloved one of the rich brother

She took the milk and sugar and mixed them into the coffee, stirred them evenly, and tried another sip herself. Her eyes lit up.

The taste mixed with milk and sugar made it much smoother in the mouth, and she nodded with satisfaction.

Wen Yiyou mixed a cup of coffee with milk and sugar according to her own taste.

She picked up her coffee and walked towards the CEO's office. She raised her hand and knocked on the door a few times, and then a deep voice came, "Come in."

Wen Yiyou carefully held the coffee and opened the door.

The spacious and bright CEO's office was quiet, and the man was sitting upright in a leather chair, buried in documents. Several heavy books were scattered on the imposing desk.

In the quiet and unfamiliar environment, Wen Yiyu didn't dare to make too much noise.

She walked silently to the desk, gently put down the coffee, and said in a softer voice, "Hello, President. Here is your coffee."

The man didn't even raise his head, but instead ordered, "Put away the books on the table and put them back on the bookshelf."

Wen Yiyu, who had already put down her coffee and was about to leave quietly, was caught off guard by these words. She paused and looked up at the table quickly.

She responded quietly, walked over and collected the books scattered on the desk one by one, and put them one by one on the bookshelf in the corner.

Huo Chengluo was still focused on the report in his hand. He did not move his eyes away at all and picked up the coffee beside him.

He took a sip of the coffee, and when it entered his mouth, his brows suddenly frowned. The sweet coffee mixed with milk spread in his mouth for a few seconds.

His good upbringing prevented him from spitting it out, so he swallowed it, suppressing the discomfort.

He raised his head, his sharp eyes swept to the woman in front of him who was slightly bowing her head to pack books, and asked in a deep voice, "Did you make this coffee?"

A voice that sounded intimidating without being angry came to her ears. Wen Yiyu's body trembled. She raised her eyes timidly and met the man's stern gaze. The corners of her mouth twitched, "Yes."

The girl raised her head, and her beautiful face unexpectedly met his black eyes.

His eyes paused, and the scolding that was about to come out of his mouth also stopped suddenly.

After a long silence, Wen Yiyou glanced at him secretly and asked in a low voice, "President, is there any problem?"

Huo Chengluo slowly put down the report in his hand, leaned back, and said calmly: "No."

Wen Yiyou breathed a sigh of relief instantly. She quickly picked up the books on the table and turned to the bookcase in the corner to sort the books and put them away.

Huo Chengluo followed the scene silently, watching the girl, who was wearing a standard black skirt and white shirt, standing on tiptoe and struggling to put the book on the upper row of the bookcase.

"A new intern?"

Wen Yiyou stuffed the last book into the bookshelf. When she heard the question, she turned around, looked up at the man, and lowered her eyes, "Yes, President."

"name?"

Wen Yiyou pursed her lips and quietly lifted her eyelids, "Boss, my name is Wen Yiyou."

The man locked his eyes on her and asked in a calm voice, "Do you know my name?"

Wen Yiyou was stunned, and seemed to be a little confused as to why the man asked this. Was he testing her?

She hesitated for a few seconds and answered truthfully: "I know, the president's name is Huo Chengluo!"

It was mentioned during the on-the-job training and she happened to remember it, so it didn't pose any difficulty for her.

The man listened to the woman's tone of relief mixed with a hint of arrogance. When she mentioned his name, there was obviously no fluctuation in her expression. He asked questions and she answered them in a very methodical manner.

Perhaps noticing this, Huo Chengluo's originally frowned brows tightened even more for some reason, and a hint of displeasure flashed across his seemingly calm face.

He spoke again, his calm tone was filled with alienation and indifference, "Well, get out."

Wen Yiyou felt relieved as if she had been pardoned. She curled her lips and quickly replied, "Okay."

Before she finished speaking, she quickened her pace and hurried out of the president's office.

After quietly closing the door, she patted her chest, took a deep breath, and her body finally relaxed completely.

Oh my god, the president looks like a young man, why is his aura so strong and scary?

Moreover, he looked serious, solemn and stern, which made people feel invisible pressure. It seemed that I had to be very sloppy in this internship work in the future.

She walked back to their office area silently. Secretary Jiang was no longer there. Only Luo Nanyue and the others were left, gathered together and no one knew what they were talking about.

Seeing her coming back, Luo Nanyan asked in a questioning tone, "Why does it take so long to deliver a cup of coffee?"

The two of them had always been at odds, so Wen Yiyou didn't bother to pay attention to her and sat back at her workstation.

Luo Nanyan has always disliked her, and Wen Yiyu will not indulge her, so don't expect her to flatter her.

Seeing that Wen Yiyou ignored her, she clenched her fists, walked in front of her, and looked down at her. Wen Yiyou didn't react at all, and didn't even lift her eyelids.

Luo Nanyan was immediately furious. Wen Yiyu was obviously a child from an ordinary family in Luochuan Town, but she was so beautiful.

She has a charming look, deep eyebrows and eyes, three-dimensional and delicate facial features, and her cold white skin is so white that it glows, giving her a sense of mixed-race. She has bright eyes, white teeth, and a sweet smile, but she also has an innate, elegant and noble temperament, just like a rich daughter who has been pampered and loved since childhood.

But she was obviously born in an ordinary single-parent family, and I don't know where she got her noble temperament from. She was even praised as the most beautiful school girl in Shenhai University, who has never been seen before or since.

She, Luo Nanyan, came from the big city of Jicheng and her family was relatively well-off, although she was not yet qualified to break into Jicheng's upper-class society.

But compared with Wen Yiyu, who came from an ordinary family in Luochuan Town, Luo Nanyan could definitely be considered a rich lady.

She has a beautiful appearance, a proud figure, a wealthy family, and excellent academic performance. She is what the teachers and classmates at Shenhai University call a "God's favorite" who was born to win at the starting line!

She has had a smooth life since childhood. She is spoiled and willful, competitive by nature, and wants to be the best in everything.

However, she actually lost to Wen Yiyu, who came from a small family, in terms of beauty, and could only come in second, allowing Wen Yiyu to steal the limelight that originally belonged to her.

Everyone around her had to read her face, be servile and flattering, and try their best to please her.

However, Wen Yiyu, who had no background, only a good-looking appearance but was useless, always seemed more arrogant than her and did not take her seriously at all.

Seeing that Wen Yiyou was still the same and ignored her questions, she was very angry.

Forcing herself to calm down, she raised her chin slightly and proudly announced, "We have just discussed this and have obtained Secretary Jiang's consent. From now on, you will be responsible for the cleaning of the president's lounge and office."

Hearing Luo Nanyan's words, Wen Yiyu finally reacted. She slowly raised her head and looked at her directly, "Why?"

Luo Nanyan raised the corner of her mouth and said provocatively: "This is all thanks to my strong recommendation of you to Secretary Jiang!"

Wen Yiyou's eyebrows twitched, "What are you recommending me for?"

"I said that Wen Yiyou's service level and cleaning ability are absolutely first-class. After all, isn't your family specialized in the service industry?"

Specializing in the service industry? Why is it that every time this woman speaks, her words are so harsh and unpleasant?

Wen Yiyu's delicate eyebrows were tinged with a barely perceptible annoyance, and her face darkened a little.

Luo Nanyan added lightly, "Isn't your family in the catering service industry?"