Li Qiao coldly glanced at the falling rain. She didn't bother to guess her mind. She leaned over to open the lunch box and said, "have a meal."

Shang Yu put down his long legs and took the chopsticks from the girl. The smell of three dishes and one soup filled the office.

They eat as if no one else, while Liuyun and Luoyu wait at the table without saying a word.

Li Qiao is a picky eater. Even the scallions used for seasoning should be carefully picked out.

"Don't like garlic sprouts?" Shang Yu looks at Li Qiao deliberately avoiding the stir fried garlic moss, and asks with a smile.

Li Qiao sipped the chopsticks and nodded, "it's not delicious."

Then, Luoyu saw Shangyu bring the dish to him, and then he picked out the scallions in cumin mutton and gave them to Li Qiao.

The rain is unbelievable and unacceptable.

He is a Nanyang businessman Shaoyan, the master of the underground secret hall, and a belief worshipped by countless people.

How can you condescend to do these things for a woman?

"Boss, I'll..." The rain is cold, frowning, and leaning forward, intending to help Li Qiao pick vegetables.

But the voice still in the mouth, Shang Yu elbow knee, slowly raised his head, low tone: "quiet."

Rain breathing a stagnation, can hang eyes, flustered.

What's the origin of Miss Li? She can let the boss defend her like this.

....

A meal, 20 minutes, Li Qiao eat is not urgent.

Probably because of the rain and clouds standing in front of her, she had a bad appetite. After eating only one third of a bowl of rice, she put down her chopsticks.

"Full?" Shang Yu put a piece of beef in her bowl and looked at the girl's slightly impatient look with indulgence.

Li Qiao nodded and said nothing.

Shangyu also immediately put down the chopsticks and looked at the direction of the water dispenser. Liuyun immediately turned to pour the water.

"Miss Li, please drink water."

Liuyun's correct and respectful attitude makes Luoyu accept incompetence again.

She looked on coldly, with a fire burning violently in her heart.

Yan Huang's four assistants only serve Shang Shaoyan.

Since when do they need to grovel to a suckling little girl?

At this time, Shang Yu rubbed the teacup and looked at Li Qiao, who was drinking water. Her thin lips were slightly side by side. She was obviously asking, but clearly showed the tone of statement: "the documents I gave you in the morning have been translated?"

Li Qiao sipped the water cup in her hands, put it down, got up, went to her desk, picked up the information, folded it back and handed it to Shang Yu, "it has been sorted out according to the time line, and the translation content is at the end."

Turn to see the rain, "handed to the merchant."

Rain puzzled, but still open the file quickly read some.

The medical manual of Yanhuang's pharmaceutical company consists of three documents, nearly 200 pages.

The content is complete and the order is clear, especially in the following translation documents, many medical professional words are used just right.

Luoyu squeezed the document hard, his eyes were a little confused, "these Did you translate them all? "

Words fall, Li Qiao slants at her, the corner of the mouth is light Yang, ponder a smile: "exactly, what to instruct?"

The girl's tone of voice is not mild, and even some arrogant provocation.

The falling rain pursed her lips, had to droop her eyelids, and said in a difficult way: "I dare not teach you how to translate Good

To be realistic, even if she has lived abroad for a long time, this medical manual may not be able to translate so accurately.

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