Shen Mi has been using the phone card she got in college. Two years ago, when a game needed to reset the password, she couldn't open the webpage no matter what. When her master helped her, she sent her mobile phone number to receive the verification code, but her master never called her or added her as a friend.
Shen Mi’s WeChat ID is simply Shen Mi. The master’s WeChat ID is the same as the game, but WeChat uses the pinyin abbreviation.
—“dsm”
After adding the friend, Shen Mi immediately called out: Master!
After leaving the game character, she suddenly couldn't "jump around" anymore, and magically became a little timid. After saying hello, she waited quietly for the master to speak.
Her workstation was facing Xie Rongzhuo's office. As long as she looked up, she could see the big boss sitting at his desk. It could be said that this was an extremely dangerous position.
Although it was lunch time, it would be bad if his boss saw him slacking off too obviously. Shen Mi was a little nervous. He turned around and pretended to look for documents, but his eyes were always on his phone to see if there were any new messages.
The phone next to the keyboard buzzed, and Shen Mi immediately picked it up to check the message.
dsm: I'm busy lately
Shen Mi straightened his back, with a tense expression, as if he was seriously replying to a work message.
She replied with a cute rabbit emoticon, trying to be consistent with the character in the game so that her master wouldn't be uncomfortable.
Shen Mi: No matter how busy you are at work, you must take care of your health~
dsm: Yeah
The master's personality was still intact. He was still very frugal with words, so noble and cold that he was too lazy to even use punctuation marks. Instead, this made Shen Mi feel familiar, and he immediately returned to the state of wanting to talk.
Shen Mi: I changed my job and am no longer in the same place as before. Ask me how I feel!
dsm: How does it feel
Shen Mi: Everything is good here, except that it is too quiet. I am almost going crazy from being idle_(:з”∠)_
dsm: Isn’t it good to have some free time
Shen Mi: I feel, I feel, that the boss is targeting me.
dsm:
Shen Mi raised his eyes and secretly glanced at Xie Rongzhuo's office. Seeing that he lowered his neck slightly and focused on the documents, he retracted his gaze and lowered his head to reply: I am his only second secretary, but he only takes the other one with him on business trips and never takes me!
Shen Mi: Actually, I am the secretary responsible for taking care of his daily life, but he doesn't let me do anything except simple schedule arrangement, which makes me feel like a relative who is drawing a salary without doing anything!
dsm:…
Normally, Shen Mi was too tense, and he didn't have that natural defensive mentality in front of someone he had known for four years. He couldn't stop himself from talking: My colleagues started talking about me. They thought I had a background and didn't dare to say anything to my face. They were polite to me like an angel, but who knows what they would say behind my back!
dsm:…
In front of the master, Shen Mi didn't need to pretend to be dignified or type to play the victim: You don't know how weak, pitiful and helpless your beloved disciple is today!
dsm: Hmm
Shen Mi: I worked hard for half a month to study my boss' preferences. I filled a whole notebook with lists of them just like listing formulas, and I wasn't idle for a single day!
Shen Mi: Today, someone started a rumor about me and my former boss. I thought I couldn’t just let the rumors fly, so I clarified loudly, saying that I already have a boyfriend!
Shen Mi: The result—
She laid the groundwork and deliberately waited two seconds before typing.
Shen Mi: My boss heard it!!
Shen Mi: All my efforts for the past half month have been wasted because of one sentence, Master! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
It seemed that not even one exclamation mark was enough to express her miserable mood.
A colleague passed by her workstation. Shen Mi lowered her eyes and looked at the documents under her phone, pursing her lips slightly with a cold expression.
The master did not reply immediately. During the few seconds of silence, Shen Mi suspected that the master was laughing at her.
dsm: When did you get a boyfriend
The master's focus today was a bit strange. Just as Shen Mi was about to reply, a call from "Zhang Zhiqing" popped up on his phone.
She looked up at the office opposite, stood up, straightened the collar of her shirt, picked up the water cup, and walked towards the tea room in her high heels.
"Hey, Qingqing."
"Shen Mi, why didn't you tell me you were coming to Beijing?" Zhang Zhiqing said angrily, "Do you still consider me a friend? If you can't find a job, just ask me. I can introduce you to my uncle's company!"
Shen Mi put the phone aside for two seconds to avoid the eldest lady's angry and harsh words, "Are you returning to your country?"
"Otherwise! If Liu Wenwen and the others hadn't told me, I wouldn't have known you'd been to Beijing!"
Zhang Zhiqing, a young lady who drives a Maserati to school, has no shortage of friends around her. She casually gives her roommate a bag worth tens of thousands of yuan, while Shen Mi has been carrying a small backpack worth more than 100 yuan for more than three years. When she first moved into the dormitory, Shen Mi felt extremely inferior in front of Zhang Zhiqing and consciously kept a distance from her. Later, she found that the young lady was not arrogant and they became friends.
But Zhang Zhiqing dropped out of school in her sophomore year and went to the United States. They hadn't been in contact for two years, and she came up to him and asked him to introduce her to a job. Shen Mi couldn't open his mouth.
"I didn't know you were back."
"It's also my fault. I was so busy with my relationship that I didn't contact you much in the past two years." Zhang Zhiqing asked, "You are in Suicheng now, right? I'll introduce you to my uncle's company. Their company has very good benefits, including housing and-"
"Qingqing, I can't talk to you anymore." Shen Mi covered the phone, "My boss is here, hang up."
The light at the entrance of the tea room dimmed, and Xie Rongzhuo walked in, holding a cup. He was tall and had a strong aura, which instantly made the relaxed atmosphere in the tea room become extremely oppressive.
Shen Mi guessed that he was thirsty but she was not at her workstation, so she fetched water herself. It was her job to refill the boss's cup. Shen Mi reached out to take the cup with a guilty conscience and a desire to make amends: "Boss, can I help you?"
Xie Rongzhuo raised his eyes and handed her the cup of water.
Shen Mi knew Xie Rongzhuo's preferences. He didn't drink instant coffee or beverages. He hated warm water that didn't quench his thirst, so he either added ice or kept the water temperature at around 55-57 degrees. Shen Mi first put a small amount of warm water in, and then added boiling water.
This is the "recipe" that is closest to 56 degrees water temperature after she measured it more than a dozen times with a thermometer.
Xie Rongzhuo picked up the water cup, lowered his head and took a sip. Judging from his expression, he seemed satisfied. "Where are the pastries this morning?"
They had already finished lunch, but he suddenly asked about breakfast. If it was anyone else, Shen Mi would have suspected that the other person was just making small talk and deliberately chatting with her.
But she was not so narcissistic as to think that the ruthless boss would be interested in her.
"I didn't buy any because I was afraid you'd get tired of them. I can make blueberry and cherry flavors. If you don't mind, I'll bring them to you tomorrow morning."
Xie Rongzhuo did not refuse.
That means tacit consent.
An employee came in to get some water and was so frightened when he saw the big boss suddenly appear in the tea room that he almost missed a step. He turned around and ran away, running so fast that he created a gust of wind.
Shen Mi: “…”
Although she was also afraid of Xie Rongzhuo's fierce aura, it would be too exaggerated to run away when she saw him.
In the moment he was stunned, Xie Rongzhuo had already turned and walked away. Shen Mi looked at his tall back and let out a breath.
It is true that living with the king is like living with a tiger.
Before leaving get off work, Zhang Wenzhu hurried over to inform Shen Mi: "Shen Mi, you will go on a business trip to Rongcheng with your boss tomorrow morning. Leave at 8 o'clock, don't be late."
On business trip!
Xie Rongzhuo finally agreed to take her out on an errand
Shen Mi was excited: "Got it."
*
The temperature in Suicheng dropped sharply the day before yesterday. The city that seemed to be spring-like all year round had become almost as cold as Shen Mi's hometown. She checked the weather forecast and found that the temperature had dropped all over the country, and Chengdu was especially cold and damp.
The next day Shen Mi got up very early.
At 6:30, Shen Mi arrived at Xie Rongzhuo's door.
She stared at her watch until 6:50, then raised her hand and rang the doorbell.
A few minutes later, the door was opened, and a gust of warm air came out from the gap. Xie Rongzhuo was wearing casual home clothes, and his loose top was naturally supported by his frame. His hair fell to the corners of his eyes, and his eyebrows and eyes were filled with the sleepiness of just waking up.
He wasn't wearing glasses, and without the lenses blocking his view, the outward-curved ends of his eyes looked much sharper than usual.
Shen Mi calmed down, rubbed her frozen hands on her coat, and handed over the food bag with both hands, smiling: "This is breakfast for you." Worried about being late, she scanned a shared electric bike. The cold wind blew on her face, and the tip of her nose was a little red from the cold: "The temperature in Chengdu has dropped. You need to bring a warm windbreaker. I'll get it for you."
Touching her cold fingers, Xie Rongzhuo frowned: "Who asked you to come?"
Shen Mi subconsciously took a step back and said with a smile: "I won't disturb you while you are having breakfast. I'll be waiting at the door. If you need anything--" Before Shen Mi could finish his words, he was dragged into the room by Xie Rongzhuo.
With a bang, the door was closed.
The breakfast bag was pitifully thrown on the table. Shen Mi saw the fallen boxes and was about to go over to straighten them up. Xie Rongzhuo had a stern face, and his cold, slender fingers clasped her wrist, his eyes fixed on the collar of her shirt, restraining and enduring something.
Shen Mi realized that she had made a stupid mistake. Her shirt had shrunk and was a little tight, so she didn't button the top button. She didn't expect Xie Rongzhuo's obsessive-compulsive disorder to have reached this level.
Xie Rongzhuo looked away and pulled her wrist into the cloakroom.
The cloakroom leading directly to the bedroom was well heated. The cells on Shen Mi's face that were almost frozen to death began to relax one by one, and his numb fingers regained feeling.
"The coat is in the closet."
Xie Rongzhuo said this and went to the bedroom to change into his shirt and trousers.
Shen Mi glanced at the tightly closed bedroom door, took off her high heels and put them in the entrance, put on shoe covers, and went to the bathroom to wash her hands. Xie Rongzhuo didn't like people hanging around in his peripheral vision, so he hired hourly workers to do the cleaning and storage at home. Shen Mi would bring an aunt to clean two or three times a week, and was already very familiar with Xie Rongzhuo's home.
After washing her hands, she returned to the living room, picked up the fallen pastry box, aligned the food bag at right angles to the table, and then went to the cloakroom to help Xie Rongzhuo prepare spare clothes for the business trip.
This business trip will last about a week.
When the shirt and trousers were sent to dry cleaning, Shen Mi had already numbered them, so there would be no mistakes. The matching cufflinks and tie, according to Xie Rongzhuo's usual aesthetic, would not be wrong either.
Then the socks,**.
"Shen Mi, come out." Xie Rongzhuo's voice was slightly tense.
Being called by the boss suddenly, Shen Mi turned around in astonishment and subconsciously asked, "What's wrong?"
Xie Rongzhuo: "I'll sort it out myself."
Shen Mi realized it later, loosened his fingers, quickly closed the drawer and put the coat into the suitcase: "Okay."
To be honest, Shen Mi didn't consider Xie Rongzhuo as a man.
In her eyes, she was taking over Zhang Wenzhu's job. In the past, Zhang Wenzhu was responsible for Xie Rongzhuo's daily life, and these details were also recorded in the small notebook. Naturally, she would pay attention to this detail.
But Xie Rongzhuo resisted and didn't like her.
Shen Mi didn't expect that she would lose to Assistant Zhang because of her gender.
Xie Rongzhuo didn't let her in, and sorted out his clothes in the cloakroom. After a while, he came out with a suitcase. Shen Mi wanted to take it, but was stopped by his faint eyes. Shen Mi didn't dare to move, and watched Xie Rongzhuo push the suitcase to the entrance, lay it flat, and align it.
If he did everything himself, what was the point of her being his personal secretary? Shen Mi felt a sense of professional crisis for the first time.
Is it because she wasn't wearing gloves
Yes, the underwear of patients with severe mysophobia should not be touched with bare hands.
Shen Mi took note of it silently in his heart.
"Come and sit down."
Xie Rongzhuo sat at the dining table, with the sleeves of his white shirt pushed up to his elbows, revealing a small section of his slender arms. He poured a cup of hot water and placed it on the seat opposite him.
Shen Mi stood over, folded his hands, and said with a smile: "Boss, I've eaten."
Xie Rongzhuo: "Drink some water."
"OK."
Shen Mi picked up the water cup, stood beside him and drank it in small sips, his body slowly becoming warm.
Shen Mi made four snow meringues, two blueberry and two cherry flavors each. Xie Rongzhuo obviously preferred the cherry flavor. This was not in Assistant Zhang's notebook, so Shen Mi wrote it down silently.
The snow meringue made by Shen Mi is white, soft and glutinous, sweet but not greasy. The ingredients are fresh blueberries and imported cherries, which are very expensive. If it weren't for Ritz-Carlton reimbursement, she would never have been so ruthless. She only dared to eat one for tasting.
Xie Rongzhuo pushed the remaining two blueberry-flavored ones to her.
“Don’t waste it.”
Shen Mi remembered that Xie Rongzhuo loved to eat blueberries, but she didn't even touch any today? Well, it doesn't matter if she doesn't want to eat them, since she happens to like them.
Xie Rongzhuo ate as elegantly as he looked, with several egg tarts left untouched, so Shen Mi helped him "clean up" them all.
*
"Have you brought all your documents?"
Xie Rongzhuo leaned back on the sofa, lowered his eyes and looked at his laptop and asked.
Maybe it was because it was the first time she was taken on a business trip, and the boss did not recognize her professional ability and actually reminded her instead.
But his tone inexplicably reminded Shen Mi of when he was a child. Every weekend before going back to school, his father would ask, "Have you brought everything?"
"I have brought all of them."
Shen Mi walked over, half-knelt beside Xie Rongzhuo's legs, and put his hands together: "You haven't given me your ID card yet."
Xie Rongzhuo closed his laptop, turned his head to move his gaze to her face, then moved his gaze downward to stop at her collar.
"buckle."
Shen Mi: “…”
If you can't fasten it, you will be strangled to death.
But she didn't dare say that to Xie Rongzhuo, so she had to turn around and lower her head to try to button the button.
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Shen Mi: If the clothes are tight, they must have shrunk, it’s definitely not because I’ve gained weight.