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Xiaojun opened his mouth a few times on the spot, and recommendations about a certain brand of lubricant were about to come out, something about long-lasting hydration, strong effect, and helping love for thousands of miles...
However, when the words reached his mouth, he paused, but he swallowed them back after all.
Otherwise, don’t recommend it blindly.
What kind of identity do you have to discuss such a sensitive topic with Mr. Han? Those who didn’t know thought he was deliberately trying to seduce!
Thinking of this, he quickly shook his head and waved his hands and said, "No, no, safflower oil... It's the most ridiculous thing, YYDS!"
Han Yi: "..."
"Wait a moment, I'll go right away, go right away!" After the assistant said that, he rubbed oil on the soles of his feet and rushed into the elevator. Within 5 minutes, he bought the safflower oil.
He was so conscious that he put safflower oil at the door of his office, knocked on the door, and slipped away again.
Not disturbing is his greatest respect.
Not long after he slipped away, his phone lit up with a WeChat message from Xia Yang, asking him to go back and rest after eating. Xiaojun understood it and replied to him in a concise and concise manner.
[Assistant Xiaojun]: Okay, brother, I will take dinner home to eat. Please pay attention to your health. We have to continue recording tomorrow!
[Yang]: Hey, I’m pretty skinny. Apply some safflower oil and I’ll be fine tomorrow.
[Assistant Xiaojun]: [Amitabha, may the Buddha bless you]
What a good, optimistic and perseverant man!
Inside the office—
Xia Yang sat on Han Yi's boss chair, taking off his shoes and socks on his right foot and supporting his legs.
He originally wanted to take the safflower oil and apply it himself, but was rejected.
"I'll do it." Han Yi pulled up a chair next to him and sat down, motioning for him to put his feet on his legs.
"Uh... isn't that bad?" Xia Yang moved her toes, feeling a little embarrassed.
"What's wrong?"
"...I don't want to step on a billionaire boss."
Han Yi: "..."
Han Yi: "Come on, I'll give you this chance."
Xia Yang: "."
Before he could say anything else, Han Yi bent down, held his ankles with his palms, lifted them up and placed them on his legs, then rolled his trousers up to his calves, and held a cotton ball dipped in safflower oil to help him Apply gently to the injured area.
The young man's insteps were shiny white, his ankles were slender, and there was a patch of red around his ankle bones.
"It's a little swollen, so I may need to apply it for two more days." Han Yi said with a slight frown.
Xia Yang lowered her eyes and looked at him. Han Yi's action of applying the medicine was very gentle. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would never have imagined it.
His long eyelashes drooped down, casting a small shadow under his eyelids. The fingertips pressing on his ankles were filled with warmth, and every time they brushed against his skin, they felt a slight itch.
"Well, that's enough." Xia Yang pursed her lips, pulled her legs back, and put on her socks.
"After you take a shower at night, apply it again." Han Yi put away the cotton balls and safflower oil and told him. After a pause, he thought of something else, "Do I need to ask for leave for you tomorrow? It's considered a work injury."
"No, no, no," Xia Yang waved his hand, "It hurts a little, Assistant Xia can bear with it!"
Han Yi's eyebrows jumped and he heard "Nai Zao" as some other word with the same syllables.
Quite disharmonious...
After reacting, he took a deep breath, grabbed a bottle of slightly cold pure water next to the table, and drank it in a big gulp...
*
It was already 8:30 when she got home in the evening. She was a little tired after a busy day, and Xia Yang was ready to wash up and go to bed early.
Xiaojun will pick him up at home at 8 o'clock tomorrow. The secretly engaged couple cannot go to the company together and have to move separately, staggering the time by half an hour.
As soon as she took her clothes and entered the bathroom, her cell phone rang. Xia Yang looked over and saw that it was her agent.
"Brother Qi, are you looking for me?" He picked up the phone.
"Well, how did you feel about recording today?" The manager never talks nonsense and goes straight to the point.
Xia Yang nodded: "It's good. Mr. Han is not as difficult to get along with as the outside world reports. He takes good care of me."
"Really?" The agent obviously didn't believe it. "My cousin works as a middle-level manager in that company. At dinner tonight, he said that their boss Han rejected three versions of a budget plan. During the video meeting, he almost cried. I just finished complaining to me about my perverted boss, so why don’t I ask you now to see if you are still alive.”
"Oh, thank you, Brother Qi." Xia Yang said with a smile. Thank you very much, I cannot bear to say that the boss of his family is a pervert.
"Brother, if you have time to complain, you can revise it again. If your work is blocked, you should first find the reason from yourself, instead of just complaining and being Xianglin's wife."
The agent was silent for two seconds, then hissed: "Hey, you must have been brainwashed by the capitalists, right?"
"No, what I said is the truth," Xia Yang didn't want to continue this topic, "Brother, do you have anything else to do?"
"Yes," the agent also sensed that he was not very interested and quickly changed the subject, "I told you before that there is a star drama looking for you, do you remember?"
"Remember, "The Age of Creation"."
This film tells the story of an entrepreneurial young man who started from scratch, created miracles with his wisdom and original intention in a business war surrounded by powerful enemies, and finally established an epoch-making business empire.
"Yes, it's this drama. I'll ask Xiaojun to send you the script in two days. I made a preliminary assessment and thought it might be difficult for you. After all, it's about entrepreneurial business battles. If you don't have personal experience... Anyway, you Let’s take a look, if you think it’s okay, tell me and I’ll arrange an interview with the director.”
"Okay!" Xia Yang agreed.
He hung up the phone and sat down to think quietly. After a while, he stood up, opened the door and went to the next door.
"Boss?" He opened the door and shouted.
Han Yi was about to take a shower. He had already taken off his suit and put on loose casual clothes. Turning his head and seeing Xia Yang peeping outside the door, he made a gesture to let him in.
"What's wrong?"
"Boss, I have something to ask for." Xia Yang put on a well-behaved look, "Can you do me a favor and be my acting career consultant."
Han Yi: "?"
Xia Yang took him to sit down and told him about his preparations for the new drama. He also expressed his shortcomings without reservation. He did not have the experience to grow from a novice who started from scratch to a shopping mall boss in the future.
But he didn't, Han Yi did. Using the words "Creation Times" to describe this big boss of their family is no exaggeration or violation.
"Can you please teach me the journey of being a boss~" He grabbed Mr. Han's arm, blinked gently, and coquettishly acted like a kitten.
"Okay." Han Yi rolled his Adam's apple, "I have a condition."
"What?" Xia Yang asked.
"Let me hug you." Han Yi took the coquettish kitten into his arms and gave him a close and tight hug. When he let go of his arms, Xia Yang faintly felt a restrained soft warmth gently brushing against his ears.
…
This night, there were countless dreams.
In every dream, there is Han Yi, holding him, hugging him, smiling at him, squeezing his calf and applying medicine tenderly...
At the end of the last dream, Xia Yang also dreamed that she climbed onto Han Yi, put her arms around his neck and kissed his lips.
As soon as he finished the kiss, he was awakened and opened his eyes suddenly.
Damn it! Xia Yang's heart was beating fast. Is this the legendary erotic dream
Incredible, incredible. He actually brought Han Yi into his erotic dream!
When he thought of this, his brain instantly heated up, and his face, the tips of his ears, and even his whole body seemed to be heating up. It was so hot in bed that he was about to sweat. He rolled out of bed, rubbed his hot cheeks, and prepared to go to the bathroom to take a shower.
Pushing open the bathroom door, I looked up and saw the mirror on the wall. Xia Yang's eyes froze and her footsteps stopped in place.
The young man in the mirror blinked his misty eyes, the ends of his eyes were rosy like drunkenness, and his face seemed to be reflected in peach blossoms. Every frown and every smile was emotional.
At that moment, the throbbing on the tip of his heart and the pounding heartbeat told him that his world had already been occupied by Han Yi...
*
The recording continued the next day.
Today Xia Yang's task is to pretend to be an assistant and make a New Year's resolution.
"In two days there will be the company's year-end summary meeting. As your direct superior, I need to know clearly your goals and plans for the coming year." Han Yi explained while sitting at his desk.
The cameraman gave Xia Yang a close-up shot, with a confused look in his deer eyes.
"I... don't quite understand." He said truthfully.
He only came as an assistant to record the program. Now he has to make plans, which I can’t do!
"You can do whatever you want, as long as it's reasonable and reasonable," Han Yi said, looking at his pleading eyes, "That's why I just said "goals and plans for the coming year" instead of work goal plans. I understand. What do I mean?"
Xia Yang reacted for two seconds and seemed to understand.
More than half an hour passed and he wrote a full page. The two heads of the program team came to look at him. They looked at each other and muttered something.
"It's written." Xia Yang presented his goals and plans to Han Yi. At this time, one of the people in charge interrupted.
"Sorry, I'm going to interrupt you. I'm just making plans. Can we arrange a topic?" He rubbed his hands and asked tentatively.
"What do you mean?" Han Yi raised his eyelids.
"It's like this. From yesterday's recording, we feel that as a boss, Mr. Han, you are a little too gentle to your subordinates. Just... can you pretend to be dissatisfied with his plan and get angry? We are here." It’s also for the sake of program effectiveness…”
"It's just acting," Han Yi interrupted him and pointedly pointed out, "Isn't the biggest attraction of your variety show real? I never said there was a script before."
"Uh..." The two heads of the program group choked at the same time.
The atmosphere suddenly became a little heavy.
Xia Yang looked at Han Yi, then at the two members of the program team, and quickly reconciled and said with a smile: "I can accept it, no problem. Anyway, I am a rookie in the workplace, let my boss train//teach me... Oh, no, no, let my boss educate me too Normal."
The two persons in charge showed happy smiles and praised him for his "big picture view" and "understanding of the general situation".
As a result, Han Yi interrupted him again before he finished his praise.
"I don't accept it." He tightened his jawline and pursed his lips straight, "To deny someone for a certain purpose for no reason, even if the result is insignificant and will not have any impact, is selfish and unworthy of the stage. Behavior."
principal:"… "
Xia Yang: "!"
"I don't think Xia Yang deserves to be criticized or educated in any way." Han Yi said firmly, word by word.
Picking up the page from the table, Han Yi lowered his eyes and read the content on it, "Goal - do everything well, treat everyone well, eat every meal well, sleep well every night, every night Live a passionate and positive life every day... I think these are very meaningful things, I fully agree and support them, and I will also include these things in my goals."
The two members of the program team were speechless. Xia Yang stared at Han Yi's cold and handsome face, feeling a trickle of heat flow in her heart.
Of course he knew he wasn't that good, but from what Han Yi said, it seemed like it was a treasure.
Maybe this is the legendary preference. There is always someone you want to prefer in your life.
After withdrawing his thoughts, Han Yi's voice floated into his eardrums again. He had already read the entire page.
"Not bad, in line with expectations." He nodded and commented.
Xia Yang quickly gave in: "Thank you, thank you. I still have a lot to learn from Mr. Han."
Han Yi looked at him, a glimmer of light seemed to flash through his dark pupils. After a moment, he put down the paper, tapped it twice with his fingers, and then said, "Besides work and life, do you have any other plans?"
"Huh?" Xia Yang fluttered her eyelashes twice, unable to realize what he wanted to ask.
"For example, love." Han Yi said bluntly.
Xia Yang: "..."
Damn it, the dignified boss actually "smuggled in private goods"!
He wandered his gaze, lowered his eyes, and clenched the corners of his clothes involuntarily with his fingers. After a while, he raised his head again and whispered:
"In principle, no. But if I meet someone I particularly like, I'll accept it."