Three secretaries, two men and one woman, were waiting at the door of the office holding documents. When they saw Jiao Qi, they stood upright, speaking twice as fast as usual.
"President, this is the document to be signed today."
"President, you have a meeting at ten o'clock this morning, in the top meeting room, I will remind you again at nine forty-five."
"President, Mr. Li just called and he will be here at two o'clock in the afternoon."
The President nodded calmly, took his little wife's waist and walked into the wide office, "From today, you will be working here."
"Huh?" Jiao Qi raised his eyebrows, squinting at his old attack.
"Damn!" The three secretaries couldn't help exclaiming, and the female secretary in high heels almost fell.
"You are my personal assistant, responsible for serving tea, pouring water, organizing documents, and..." the president said, biting his wife's white earlobe sideways, and said in a voice that only two people can hear, "President Relief Desire."
Mr. Jiao couldn’t help his old face blushing. It’s been a long time since he heard this man say nasty things. For a while, he was a little missed. He coughed and pushed him away, and said coldly to the three secretaries: "I will move here in the near future. When I come to work, all the documents approved by the president are brought to me for review."
"Yes!" The three secretaries bowed neatly forty-five degrees and agreed without hesitation, without even a pause.
The president watched his subordinates obey his wife, and walked out of the office with the same hands after listening to his wife's advice. He didn't mean to ask him any opinions. He couldn't help holding out Erkang's hand: "Hey, what..."
"Click." The heavy solid wood door was gently closed, and the room was quiet. In a trance, the president heard the sound of the autumn wind sweeping the fallen leaves.
Something is wrong! When the president turned his head, he cut his little wife and swaggered and sat in the position that originally belonged to the president, skillfully typing the power-on password on the keyboard. And the computer, which had no loyalty like the secretaries, sounded welcome music with doglegs.
The president walked slowly to the desk and looked at his wife condescendingly, "How do you know my power-on password?"
"What's so strange about this?" Jiao Qi looked up at him, and all the passwords of the two were open to each other.
The president's expression was unpredictable. He suddenly grabbed the little wife who was flipping his computer at random and pushed him down on the sofa, "You are a commercial spy sent by Wang, aren't you?"
"Huh?" Jiao Qi was a little dazed.
"It's really pretending to look like it. It's just a cover for my father to owe debts." The president pressed his lips tightly. "I said earlier, the price of betraying me, you can't afford it!" He said, suddenly pulling away A delicate button on Xiaojiao's wife's shirt flew out.
"Asshole, this is the new Dior I just bought!" Xiaojiao's wife struggled with horror.
"President, the meeting is about to begin..." The secretary pushed the door in, and his chin fell to the ground in an instant. Then, like a bastard who was burning his head with a cup of boiling water, he immediately retracted and closed the door with a "bang", pretending that he did not appear. pass.
Due to the interruption of the secretary, this "cruel sex cutting avi" failed to proceed, and the president could only change the power-on password with ugly face, "The password has been changed, you better be obedient and stop playing the computer. "
"0826?" Jiao Qi re-buttoned his clothes elegantly.
"How do you know?" The president looked up in shock.
"Nonsense, that's my birthday."
"..."