When Ding Rongrong saw Ming Junmo walk out of the door leisurely, she was so angry that she almost rolled her eyes at him.

The woman knocked on the door and shouted. He hid inside without a sound. After the woman left, he came out with such a shy face. What kind of person was he?

Ming Junmo, however, did not care. He smiled freely and gave Ding Rongrong a thumbs up, "You are so powerful that you actually managed to anger her away. It seems that you are qualified to be the secretary of the CEO's office."

Ding Rongrong was furious. Did that mean the secretary of the CEO's office was responsible for blocking all kinds of women that this playboy didn’t want to see?

Just as she was about to explain her intentions, Ming Junmo waved his hand and said "Director Zhou reported to me. From today, you will come to work in the CEO's office. I'm very satisfied with your performance. I haven't had breakfast yet, so come to cook porridge for me …"

"Cook porridge?" Ding Rongrong's eyes widened, "The secretary … is also responsible for making breakfast? Is this what a nanny should do?"

Ming Junmo pushed the door behind him and walked in first. He hooked his index finger towards Ding Rongrong and said, "Come this way, Director Zhou went to S City for a business trip this morning, so I'll instead explain what you should do."

As he spoke, he had already entered the door. Ding Rongrong thought that since Director Zhou was not around, she could only bid him farewell. So she followed him in.

"Mr. Ming" Ding Rongrong called him, intending to explain her intentions clearly.

However, Ming Junmo raised his hand and stopped her, "I know what you want to say, but this is an office space after all. It's not suitable for me to hire a nanny to take care of my daily life. Director Zhou chose you because you mentioned you are good at cooking in your resume, so don't tell me you don't know how to cook porridge …"

Ding Rongrong tried her best to recall that when she filled out her resume, she felt that the empty section of her specialty was really ugly, but she didn't have anything else. So she could only learn a good cooking skill from the Uncle Fatin her mother's restaurant and casually filled that in the space.

But even if she cooked a good dish, she was not here to apply for a chef!

"Mr. Ming, I came here to ask for resignation. I don't think I can do the job of secretary in the CEO's office well. You'd better choose someone else." Ding Rongrong knew that he was speaking tyrannically, so she used her fastest speed to express her intentions in one breath.

Ming Junmo turned to look at her and said indifferently, "The appointment and dismissal authority for this position rests with Director Zhou. Wait for her to return if you want to resign. Before this, you still have to do what you should do."

He said as he walked, leading Ding Rongrong into a door on the right. Ding Rongrong followed behind him and walked in. The moment she raised her head, she was intimidated by what she saw in front of her.

What a big kitchen. There were azure tiles on the walls. The white cooking table was glowing brightly under the sunlight. The whole kitchen cabinet was light azure. There were full of all kinds of Chinese and western kitchen utensils.

There was a thin-necked white porcelain vase with a blooming lily in it.

Ming Junmo walked over and picked up the vase. He naturally turned around and handed it to Ding Rongrong, "Welcome the first cook of this kitchen …"

His smile was very charming and the flower in the vase was also very beautiful, but his words were very irritating.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Ming. I'm the executive secretary, not the cook. If Mr. Ming needs a cook, you can ask the housekeeper to help you with it. I'll take my leave now!" Ding Rongrong did not receive the vase and turned around without hesitation, preparing to leave.

What a joke! If she was willing to do the cooking job, would she choose to come to Mingxin Energy? In that way she would rather stay in her mother’s restaurant to help since it was her family’s own business Anyway, at worst, she would be fired by him. And she even hadn’t decided whether to stay in Mingxin or not.

She was very resolute in her heart, but before she could reach the kitchen door, Ming Junmo said behind her, "Rejected me so resolutely? Don't you want to know about the treatment first?"

Treatment? Ding Rongrong's heart skipped a beat and she stopped.

She had to admit that she loved money very much now, because raising a son was too costly. Although her mother had always told her not to worry, how could she let her mother raise her grandson after having raised her already?

Ming Junmo saw her stop, "You are promoted from executive secretary to secretary of the CEO's office, and your salary will be raised by a thousand yuan. Take a basic care of my living and occasionally take care of my breakfast or dinner. This job will provide you additional salary. I'll pay you an extra two thousand yuan a month. Now do you want to do it?"

3,000 yuan more than the amount she could get as an executive secretary downstairs! These can be her son's milk powder money!

"I arranging my residence here in the office is for the convenience of my work,andit is really inconvenient to hire a nanny here, so I have to let the secretary of the CEO's office work harder to take this responsibility. If you insist on refusing to do it …"

"I'll do it!" Ding Rongrong hardly made up her mind and agreed.