Chapter 8 Can You Make Hangover Soup?

Daisy thought that she was rational so that she wouldn't be fascinated by people's appearance. Jim was really excellent. As his subordinate, she has never seen a boss who is simpler and more straightforward than him. As long as the work was completed seriously, he almost had no other requirements. As such, she can't have any rash thoughts on him. The more straightforward he acts, the more cold and harder he was. This kind of person was by no means as life partner.

But now, he fell asleep, and his expression was strangely gentle. She thought, if now he is seen by the female colleagues in the company, I don't know how many girls will fall in love with him.

Do I need to take a photo? This idea was immediately rejected by her. Just kidding, if she really do, she will be fired tomorrow.

"What are you thinking about?" The abrupt male voice suddenly sounded in the quiet car. Her eyes widened, and she saw Jim slowly opening his eyes, squinting his eyes and looking at her lazily. With his head still leaning on the car window, he looked so lazy, like a big sleepy cat.

"Mr Jing, you are awake." Daisy quickly restrained her expression and pointed to his coat pocket, "Your phone is ringing all the time."

"Well, you answer it for me." He directly ordered.

She was stunned and pointed to the tip of his nose, "Me?"

"You are my secretary."

She choked to say nothing, even as a secretary, she had no duty for boss to answer the private call.

However, seeing that he was too lazy to move a finger, she had to reluctantly take out the ringing phone from his pocket.

After pressing the answer button and hands-free, a quick male voice came from there, "Jim, where have you gone? This is friend-party tonight, and you promised us to get thoroughly drunk. What do you mean by running alone? Let me tell you, you have ten minutes to come back immediately. If you don't show up again, I bet we can go straight to your house."

When the man finished, she looked at Jim who pressed his lips and closed his eyes again, as if he was going to fall asleep again.

She blinked at a loss, "Mr Jing, what should I say?"

Hearing the woman's voice, the angry man on the phone suddenly stopped talking, remained silent for a few seconds, and asked uncertainly, "who...who are you, and why are you holding Jim's phone? Where is Jim? "

Daisy froze for a moment, knowing that the man was asking her. Seeing that Jim had no objection, she had to explain, "sorry, Mr Jing feels not well tonight and he should not go drinking."

"He's not feeling well?" The male voice on the phone suddenly changed its tone, "how do you know this? Who the hell are you? "

"I am..."

"Bye." Before she finished her words, Jim had already impatiently taken the phone, mumbled, hung up randomly, and then threw it into his pocket.

The whole process was completed in one go, smooth and fast. Daisy hadn't reacted yet, and the car was quiet again.

With a cough, she said tactfully, "Now that Mr Jing has arrived home, I should go too. Can the car park here? "

Jim didn't speak, looked at her with his head leaning for a while, and suddenly asked, "Can you make hangover soup?"

Daisy: "..." You can ask, but it has nothing to do with you, she thought in her mind.

Ten minutes later, she stood in the kitchen of a high-end apartment on the tenth floor, looking at the apron at hand. And she raised her eyes, looking at the man who was carelessly leaning against the sofa in the living room, she had a complicated expression on her face.

After being a driver, she still has to be a cook at mid-night. She has suffered too much.