Yan Nian looked at the office, the light in his eyes never dissipating.
Let’s not talk about the floor space for now.
The decoration and furnishings were simply to her liking.
Looking around, you can see a lush green area with many forest elements applied.
Like a huge green wall, like a hanging chair placed horizontally on the side.
It's also like a wooden floor with strong anti-slip properties, which is comfortable for your feet. There are round coffee tables, sofas of different sizes, and several wooden pile seats. An arch-shaped wall in the middle seems to separate the two worlds.
One is the sitting area in front, which is picturesque, simple and quiet.
The other is the cluster of flowers at the back. The rose series alone includes red, pink, orange, yellow and white roses, blue enchantress, Loulan roses and Louis XIV roses.
Many of them are flower varieties that Yan Nian wanted to buy before, but thought they were too expensive, so he didn't buy them.
It also…
so perfect!
Is she here to work or to enjoy herself
Do people raised by big companies get such good treatment
Yan Nian placed the bag on the coffee table. The sun's rays reflected by the glass mirror came in from the outside, which was a bit dazzling.
She walked over and wanted to pull down the curtains, but found that everything in this office was good, except that there were no curtains.
The four transparent windows are all transparent glass windows. From Yan Nian's perspective, he can see a huge black glass in the corner diagonally above.
All she could see was the dark glass.
But he couldn't see clearly the structure inside, or whether there was anyone behind the glass.
It feels like an office.
Don't know whose it belongs to.
She didn't think much about it.
…
CEO's office.
Jiang Beiyuan supported his forehead with one arm, looking down at the documents in his hand, looking a little careless, but he ordered Song Yikai word by word:
"Just let her pack the bouquets. After the packaging is done, you will be responsible for delivering it to various departments, no matter which department it is."
Hearing this, Song Yikai nodded, "Do you have any other jobs, boss?"
"No, let her do this for now."
"oh… "
Song Yikai thought to himself, boss, you are so kind to your sister.
"Also, you are responsible for buying lunch and delivering it to her. Five vegetables and one soup. It should not be spicy, coriander or pork liver. She doesn't like it. But you can send some lettuce and fried dough sticks. She likes it best."
"Um... Boss, it seems our company restaurant doesn't have lettuce fritters!"
"Then you won't buy some yourself?" Jiang Beiyuan shot a pointed look at him.
Song Yikai nodded, keeping Jiang Beiyuan's words in mind, and left quickly.
The huge office suddenly fell into silence.
Jiangbeiyuan got up and walked to the window.
The man standing by the long window has a tall figure. His suit jacket is casually draped on the back of the chair. He wears a black silk shirt underneath. The sleeves are half rolled up to his forearm. He is stroking the ring on the ring finger of his left hand and looking down at the side. Lower corner office.
Sweeping views.
The little woman inside sometimes lowers her eyes and bends down, leaning over to play with the flowers and plants on the ground, her eyes smiling.
Sometimes he would stand up, stretch, rub his neck, and look around curiously, with a look of joy and disbelief on his face.
Or he was sitting at his desk, knocking on the table in a pretentious manner, then speaking like a machine gun, and throwing out a signature pen in his hand.
Jiangbeiyuan suppressed a smile.
Are you treating yourself as your own boss, directing and acting on your own
His wife is so cute.
There was a knock on the door, three gentle knocks.
Jiang Beiyuan's eyes always fell on Yan Nian, and he said lightly, "Come in."
(End of chapter)