Song Wuyou looked at the works of the computer: "It's all complicated."
"Really?" Gu Yanhao chuckled.
Song Wuyou looked at Gu Yanhao, "Give me an independent office."
She doesn't need any dyeing, just bring in a lot of fabrics of various colors for her.
When Song Jiuyue heard this, she frowned tightly. An independent office
Did she think she was the president, or the manager
I thought Gu Yanhao would refuse, but he didn't expect him to ask, "How big an office do you need?"
"It's as big as your president's office."
"Okay." Gu Yanhao turned his head and looked at Song Jiuyue, "Bring me the key to the supervisor's office."
What
When the people in the design department heard it, their eyes lit up.
The president wants to use the office of the head of the design department for the wife of the president
The position of supervisor was only set up this year.
The equipment in the office is all ready, Song Jiuyue is very confident that she can be the supervisor.
Unexpectedly, the office would be used by Song Wuyou—
Song Jiuyue is a hundred unwilling, but is there a way
"Okay." She glanced at Gu Yanhao faintly, and a grievance quickly flashed in her eyes.
Turn around, go back to your place, open the drawer, take out the key and hand it to Gu Yanhao.
Gu Yanhao took the key and pulled Song Wuyou up, "Go and see if the supervisor's office is big enough."
"I still need an assistant, is that okay?" Song Wuyou asked.
"Both are fine." Gu Yanhao curled his lips.
When passing by Song Jiuyue, Song Wuyou gave Song Jiuyue a smug smile.
When Song Jiuyue saw it, she was so angry that she gritted her teeth, bitch!
"Am I dreaming? I saw the president smiling just now." When Gu Yanhao and Song Wuyou walked into the supervisor's office, a woman said nympho: "When the president smiles, it's so seductive."
"You're not dreaming, we saw it too." Another woman said sourly.
"The president's wife is really happy, to be able to win the president's smile."
"I don't think the rumors are necessarily true. I don't think the president knows how much he loves the president's wife."
"That's what I think. They also said that the president's wife has no temperament and is not beautiful."
"Enough!" Song Jiuyue suddenly glared sharply at the people who were gossiping: "Are you all busy? If you bite your tongue again, you will clean the toilet for me!"
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The director's office is not as big as the president's office.
But the location is in the design department, what materials and tools Song Wuyou needs to work here are easy to pick up.
Song Wuyou is very satisfied with the decoration of the office, it is simple.
She asked Gu Yanhao to add a two-meter-wide table, scissors for making clothes, and needles and threads for her.
Gu Yanhao will give her whatever she wants.
Finally, an assistant is needed.
Gu Yanhao took her to stand in the design department, looked at the people in the whole department, and said in a deep voice, "Choose whoever you like to be your assistant."
When they heard Gu Yanhao's words, their eyes lit up and they looked at Song Wuyou.
Their eyes showed a deep desire, they want to be her assistant.
No matter how bad it is, Song Wuyou is also the wife of the president, and it seems that the president treats her very well.
It's quite a face to be able to work beside the president's wife.
Song Wuyou glanced at them indifferently, "They didn't seem to like me just now."
He even talked about her in front of her face.
The few people who were discussing just now were suddenly embarrassed.
"How about letting Secretary Zhang come over?" Gu Yanhao tilted his head and looked at her deeply.
"No." Song Wuyou pouted, acting coquettishly.