The President Is A Crybaby

Chapter 3: Have a drink together?

Jiyeon was very depressed.

Chengxiao , who was responsible for guiding her, didn’t have much work for her to do today, and only told her to learn how to make production orders and packing slips before sending her away. She herself then sat in front of the computer and scrolled through social media.

Jiyeon practiced for half an hour and learned how to do it. After looking up, Chengxiao disappeared to who knows where.

She sighed and took a look at the production orders stored in the computer one by one, but her thoughts could not help but drift away.

Then she remembered Hyunjung’s face again.

In the crowded cafeteria, Hyunjung’s breath that landed on her as she neared, the delightful fragrance that emanated from her body, and her pleasant voice were all heart-pounding.

However, the words that came out of her mouth were I have never seen you before.

She was stunned after hearing that, making her drop the chopsticks in her hand.

How could we not know each other? You even greeted me in front of the supermarket!

She was very depressed. She reached out and grabbed a blank sheet of A4 paper, took a pen, and drew on it, listing out the few encounters between herself and the president.

On the bus, soft and smiling.

In the office, ignoring and indifferent.

At the supermarket entrance, smiles and gentle greetings.

Then, in the cafeteria . . . she said sternly that her badge was crooked and that she couldn’t eat things strangers offered.

Jiyeon finished the list and looked at the paper intently. After careful consideration, she still couldn’t draw a single reliable conclusion in the end.

How could you recognize me then not recognize me? Hyunjung , do you have a split personality!

She was silent for a moment, then opened the group chat, and wanted to ask Luda and the others about her confusion.

But just halfway through typing, a phone call came through and she was told to go down and get a package.

“Yes, I’ll go immediately,” She answered politely, then hung up the phone and stood up.

“It’s probably my package that came,” said Chengxiao who suddenly appeared back at her seat, “I’ll go.”

“It’s okay, I’ll just go,” Jiyeon smiled in response, her expression soft, “You can continue with your work, I’ll be right back.”

After speaking, she was already by the door, her movements swift.

Chengxiao stared in the direction she left for a few seconds, and finally put down the key card in her hand, her butt never having actually moved the entire time.

She never intended to go from the start.

And how could Jiyeon not have known that.

Although she’s only been here for a few days, she’s already figured out the personalities of many people in the office. She knows what to say according to who she’s talking to.