"Then let me take the chrysanthemum tea!" Lin Jiamei said carefully.
She was right!
"It's just that you still have a choice. I don't care if you want anything else."
This time, Monique did not say anything but poured her some chrysanthemum tea directly.
Later, Monique asked one by one.
Everyone was very cooperative.
They directly took something.
Monique also gave them quickly.
Monique had done a lot of things to serve tea and water, so it was naturally very efficient.
Soon, she poured for everyone, and the last one was for Xiao Zhao.
It was different from the alienation and indifference to others.
Monique smiled at her and asked, "Xiao Zhao, what do you want?"
Xiao Zhao also smiled back at Monique. "Give me coffee."
"Okay. I made this coffee by myself. It smells good. If you like it, tell me. I'll bring you some coffee beans next time," Monique said happily.
Since Xiao Zhao had helped her with the plan for the Mid-Autumn Festival, she should naturally thank her.
Xiao Zhao smiled shyly and said, "No need, it just smell good. Go ahead with your work. If there is anything you don't know, you can come and ask me."
Monique thanked her directly and went back to her seat.
There were three more glasses on her table, and Monique poured the glasses of water for herself.
Then she put the tray in her hand into the lounge.
And she went back to her seat for the project.
Monique sat back down, picked up the coffee, took a small sip, and glanced at the office.
In order to avenge Gu Xiaoxiao, Han Jingjing asked her to send coffee to everyone.
But it seemed that the effect was not bad.
Monique put the coffee back on the table.
Then she opened the project in her hand.
As soon as she opened it, she was completely confused.
She could understand the letters in the book, but she couldn't understand them at all when they were put together.
She flipped through it and saw more than a dozen pages and they were full of these words.
"Confused."
Monique frowned and then checked it out. Only then did she realize that it was French.
She didn't study anymore after graduating from high school.
In order to survive these years, she really didn't have much time to read, nor did she have any contact with French.
There were more than a dozen pages of documents, and most of them were professional terms. It was really not a problem that could be solved on Baidu.
As long as there was a wrong word in it, the whole meaning would be different.
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