"Why are you talking to me in this tone? When I was in your hometown, it was obviously very relaxed. I don't think you looked at me as your boss at that time."

"how?"

"As soon as I return to the office, I resume my role as secretary?"

He Miao could not have imagined that Han Jing was angry because of such a trivial matter, so he quickly explained: "Mr. Han, don't get me wrong, business is public, private is private. In the company, of course I should demand myself as a secretary."

"Then, in what capacity were you getting along with me when I was at your house?"

For some reason, Han Jing had so many questions today, one after another, that He Miao's train of thought was completely disrupted by him.

The only way to deal with it is to follow his train of thought.

"What else could it be? Of course it's a friend."

"Of course, the boss is the boss. As a little secretary, I don't want to have a relationship with the boss and stick to you as a friend. However, after all, it is my home and my territory. I can't treat you with disrespect.

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"Besides, I didn't invite you. You insisted on coming and came to the door on your own initiative. Of course I will be a little resentful and I won't respect you so much."

"So, the relationship between you and me has dropped from a boss and a secretary to that of a friend. I have always been very carefree with my friends and don't care about them that much. However, when I return to the company, that approach will no longer work."

"why not?"

"this……"

Han Jing's expression was still so cold, which made He Miao unable to discern the meaning of his rhetorical question.

Seeing the demented look on her face, Han Jing was helpless.

I have no choice but to make my words clearer.

"Don't understand?"

"He Miao, He Miao, I don't remember you being such a dim-witted person. Why can't you understand such simple words? How can you be my secretary in the future?"

He Miao: Still confused...

"What I mean is that you can get along with me in the company the same way you do at your home. Don't always think of yourself as a female secretary."

"Don't always think of me as your boss, okay?"

Boss Han, who has always been strong and refused to listen to other people's advice, actually used a questioning tone!

He Miao was excited and doubtful for a moment, until she finally plucked up the courage to raise her head, and their eyes met.

Han Jing originally wanted to hide. Yes, he should have wanted to avoid it. He never expected that He Miao would suddenly raise his head at this time. However, after the initial confusion, Han Jing still maintained his image.

He didn't miss He Miao's eyes either.

Now that the words have reached this point and the eyes have met, what else is there to say?

Is there anything else that needs to be expressed clearly?

Isn’t this all right in front of you?

yes!

Having this kind of look is enough, everything can be said without saying anything...

Could it be that Boss Han also treats her...

He Miao didn't dare to think about it anymore. However, the facts were in front of her, and she couldn't allow her to continue to escape. She didn't understand why Han Jing had so many opportunities before and never made it clear what was in his heart. But today, he suddenly had no warning.

Speaking of such words, there is no preparation left for others.

He Miao was completely caught off guard, and she didn't know how to react next.

He Miao has been constrained by her long-term identity as a female secretary.

It made it difficult for her to break away from her role as secretary and rethink her relationship with Han Jing and how to position herself.

The interconnected cubicles one after another, the transparent curtain wall, these desks and chairs, and the endless official duties all reinforce this identity.

One is the boss and the other is the secretary. Their identities must be clear.

This is a curse, and it is also magic. The only time when the curse fails is around the time in He Miao's hometown.

Only at that time, under the small bridge, flowing water and the smoke from the kitchen, the previous constraints gradually disappeared.

Whether they are the boss or the secretary, they can all face each other easily.

He Miao was embarrassed, and why wasn't Han Jing so?

Even though he still has a serious expression on his face, which looks like an iceberg, in fact, he is also biting his tongue.

What is he doing?

What were those words just said?

Countless memories flooded into his head. Han Jing kept shouting to stop, but to no avail.

In fact, nothing has changed.

That trip to the south of the Yangtze River only gave Han Jing a brief moment of relaxation and happiness. Among the beautiful mountains and rivers, something seemed to be changing.

However, when we returned to the capital, everything was back to normal.

Han Jing is still a busy boss, but what about He Miao?

She is still a conscientious secretary.

Nothing had changed and everything was back on track. However, Han Jing felt uncomfortable all over. Even he himself couldn't tell clearly what he was thinking.

Do you hope that nothing will change? Or will something change?

For a long time, Han Jing had a doubt in his heart. Faintly, he seemed to be able to touch the answer. However, in the end, he still failed to take that step.

But today, everything seemed to have reached a certain critical point. He Miao's little temptation was like a timid little snail, which immediately retracted into its shell after the slightest conflict with him.

Han Jing couldn't stand that kind of caution, that kind of trembling. One sentence or two sentences, it was like an ice knife, stabbing out!

No matter how cold the knife is, or how hurtful the blade is.

Although the ice knife hurt people, we had to deny that it was indeed extremely sharp. This knife did not stab He Miao, but opened a gap in Han Jing's chaotic brain.

Han Jing saw it clearly.

turn out to be……

It turns out everything is so simple!

Isn't that what happened?

So, when Han Jing asked those questions again, his mood was completely different, and his eyes suddenly became enlightened.

However, what did He Miao think?

At this moment, the nervous person became Han Jing. All along, Han Jing always felt that He Miao should indeed have a crush on him. In this regard, men's intuition is generally more accurate.

However, despite this basic prediction, He Miao always maintained a subtle sense of distance from Han Jing.

Not far, but not close either.

If you really have him in your heart, shouldn't you show at least a little attentiveness?

Why is He Miao always so businesslike? Especially after the last trip to Jiangnan, Han Jing was disappointed to find that there was not much difference between the He Miao before the vacation and the He Miao before the vacation.

From top to bottom, from the inside to the outside, it is still the same, as if it is a programmed robot. Although it is somewhat exaggerated to say this, the meaning is correct.

Han Jing couldn't help but wonder, does this woman have any thoughts about him? What is the structure of her brain?

Although there is indeed such a doubt, Han Jing is a businessman after all and is very busy. He cannot be like the overbearing CEOs in those idol dramas, hanging around the heroine every day without the company going bankrupt.

Only in his spare time, when his brain occasionally emptyed out, would Han Jing let his thoughts fly to unknown areas.

Today seems to be the time to take a look at everything.

How about it?

Xiao He Miao, what exactly do you think?

He has already hinted to this point, she can't continue to pretend to be deaf and dumb, can't she continue to pretend to be a fool?

Every time like this, the words of a good girl would ring in Han Jing's ears.

Sister He Miao is interested in you!

It was Han Jingjing's words that made Han Jing's self-confidence stronger and more certain that He Miao would definitely give him the answer he wanted.

However, He Miao's mood was not as exciting as expected. She seemed calm, even a little melancholy.

"What's wrong with you?"

"Did I say something I shouldn't have said?"

"Mr. Han, do you really want me to tell the truth?"

He Miao spoke again, and his tone became so low and serious that Han Jing was so frightened that he nodded involuntarily.

"Well, after get off work tonight, you invite me to dinner and we can have a serious talk."

When He Miao said these words, her hands were clenched and even slightly trembling. Han Jing could see that she was nervous, but you don't have to look like this if you are nervous.
To be continued...