The car soon stopped in front of a French restaurant.

Josnian should come here often. As soon as the car stopped, a waiter came to open the door.

Sure enough, to her surprise, he had a private room here.

Red wine and flowers have been prepared in the private room for a long time. As soon as you enter, you will be greeted by a purely natural floral fragrance, not an industrial fragrance.

The pure white gauze curtain is extremely soft and half-opened. From the private room, you can see the lights outside, the hazy rain, and the endless darkness.

Josnian pulled out a chair for her: "I know you are not picky about food and can eat, so I ordered these dishes first. You can take a look."

Ye Jiaqi glanced at the table, sat down, and nodded: "I like them all."

She really isn't picky.

But where can she eat it?

The door of the private room closed, and the private room fell into an empty silence.

Josnian rolled up his sleeves, went to pick out red wine from the wine rack, and looked at the French label on the bottle carefully.

Ye Jiaqi carefully took out the tableware and paper towels, and his eyes fell on his tall, slender figure.

When he is serious, he habitually frowns, concentrates, and is extremely serious.

After selecting several bottles, he finally found one he was satisfied with. He took out the cork and walked to the dining table.

The decoration in the private room is very luxurious, in pure French style, with delicate floors, soft red carpets, and a piano near the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Ye Jiaqi watched him coming over, feeling a little nervous and his heart pounding.

Her fingers were wrapped in paper towels, unable to suppress the pulsing nervousness.

"What to drink?" Josnian asked.

"I...juice is fine."

"There are many kinds of juices, don't be vague with me."

"Just orange juice."

Josnian poured her a glass of orange juice and himself a glass of red wine.

There was still an indifferent look on his face, and under the orange crystal lamp, Ye Jiaqi felt distant.

"President, is my speech today... still qualified?" she asked cautiously and tentatively, out of fear.

"I'll list the mistakes on an A4 piece of paper for you. Do you think it's qualified?" Josnian glanced at me coldly.

"Then...it means failing?"

"..."

"Then...will it affect the project cooperation because I left a bad impression on Mr. Dick and the entertainment city?"

"Then it depends on the plan submitted later and the progress of the plan. You can give me some snacks and be prepared for everything. Also, practice your speaking well. It's a mess."

Ye Jiaqi: "..."

Josnian sat down opposite her and held up the goblet indifferently. The wine-red liquid looked very mysterious under the light, with a dark luster.

"The pronunciation is inaccurate, the professional vocabulary is mispronounced, and the phrases are randomly matched. People who don't know about it would think that my secretary, Josnian, has not passed CET-4."

"I understand." Ye Jiaqi didn't dare to refute and listened to his lesson.

"I really don't know how you stayed in Chicago for two years. Your scholarship was given to you by someone else! You are the one with the worst professionalism among my secretaries!"

"I'm not a secretarial major."

"Are you refuting me? Huh? Let me tell you, Yu Kang is not a secretarial major. His English is much fluent than yours. He is cautious and careful in doing things and rarely makes mistakes. He makes me worry-free at all times. You

What? If you can’t control big things and worry about small things, what else can you do? Huh?”
Chapter completed!