At half past ten, Zheng Jiawen, wearing a large pair of sunglasses, strode out of the elevator and walked towards the president's office.

Secretary-General Gu Jing held a large stack of documents and called Jiawen, who was belated: "Mr. Zheng, there are reporters waiting for you in the reception room." ”

"Reporter?" said Garvin frowned, "Tell him I'm not available." ”

Uh, the boss doesn't know?

"I'm sorry," Gu Jing changed color and hurriedly apologized: "I'll ask her to leave immediately." ”

It's all Song Min'er, who suddenly handed over her resignation, and flashed before the handover was done.

It hurt her to do the wrong thing on the first day!

"Well, I've had a lot of business lately, and I don't have time to deal with those reporters!" Jia Wen commanded and continued to walk to the office.

"Yes. Gu Jing agreed, put down the folder in his hand, pulled down his face and walked to the reception room, and said in his mouth: "Really, it looks very delicate and gentle, how can you talk so old......

Delicate Sven?

In his impression, there seems to be only one reporter who can rely on these four-word comments?

However, Si Yan was not afraid of him, how could he take the initiative to come to the door?

Jiawen's ears were sharp, and he hurriedly paused, held his breath, and asked, "Male and female?"

Gu Jing blinked: "Ga?"

"Let me ask the reporter!" Jiawen was a little impatient, and urged in a cold voice: "Male and female, which unit, what is their name, how old is it?"

Gu Jing was a little dazed by his series of questions.

Why do you think the president's way of asking questions is a little weird?

"Female, I forgot to ask which unit," Gu Jing's face flushed, lowered his eyes and replied in a low voice: "However, it seems that the surname is Qin ......"

Before she could finish speaking, the cool-looking president turned on his heels, changed direction, swept past her, and blew into the reception room like a gust of wind.

Gu Jing stood in the corridor in a daze, staring blankly at the door of the reception room.

I just didn't know if I said that I had a lot of business lately and didn't have time to deal with those reporters?

As soon as I heard that it was a woman, I immediately broke into it as if I was burning my buttocks.

Well, it seems that the company's rumors about this young boss are really not groundless.

Jiawen slammed open the door of the conference room and saw Si Yan at a glance.

She was bent over, carefully studying a pot of gentleman's orchid that had been placed on the table as an ornament.

Hearing the voice, she turned her head, looked at him, pointed to the flower pot a little shyly, and smiled: "Jiawen, this pot of flowers seems to be sick." ”

Listening to her soft words and smiling beautifully, Jia Wenru was in a dream, his heart suddenly beat wildly, and he looked at her blankly, where could he hear what she said?

"Gawen?" Si Yan was a little worried.

Could she be too presumptuous to disturb his normal work?

His expression was so serious, he didn't seem to be very happy!

Jiawen calmed down, covered the door with his backhand, and walked over slowly with a smile: "You're here?"

She was worried about him, so she came to see him?

Or did she make a special trip to give him an answer to his pursuit last night?

Either way, it's great news for him, isn't it?

If it's a refusal, a phone call is OK, so why bother to make a trip yourself?

So, does she represent a new beginning?

The more he thought about it, the happier he became, and the curvature of his lips became more and more charming.

"Uh," Si Yan said with a little weakness, lowering his eyes and repeating, "This flower seems to be sick." ”

In fact, after such a chaotic day, she really didn't want to deal with him.

However, she was really forced by the editor-in-chief to have no choice.

The manuscript is going to be published on Monday, but the interview has not been written yet, so she can only come cheekily.

"Really?" Garvin leaned over and looked greedily at her beautiful face, "What's the disease?"

Oops, looking at her smiling lightly, he seems to be sick too, lovesick!

His tall figure brought her a sense of oppression, Si Yan took a step back slightly, and swallowed slightly nervously: "Well, it's white silk disease, you have to spray it quickly." ”

"I don't know, you also have research on Junzilan?" Jiawen looked at her with some surprise.

Why does every time I see her, she brings him a different and fresh feeling?

"No," Si Yan blushed: "Uncle An likes to raise Junzilan, every time I go to him he tells me, the more times, the more I understand the fur, in fact, I won't go deeper." ”

Is it related to An Yichen again?

"Don't worry about Junzilan, there will be someone who will take care of it. As if someone had knocked him with a hammer, Jiawen suddenly woke up from his fantasy, coughed lightly, and asked, "Why are you free today?"

"Uh," Si Yan's face was full of embarrassment: "Your car, have you found it?" Afraid that he would be suspicious, he hurriedly added: "I slept when my brother came back last night, and when I woke up this morning, my brother was already gone." ”

"Well, the car was remotely controlled by technical means to cut off the car's oil and electricity, and the car thief had to leave the car on the highway and run. Jiawen replied lightly: "Get it until three o'clock in the morning, drive the car back, and find your brother to drink another day, thank him." ”

"Oh. Si Yan replied curtly, not knowing how to turn the topic around the interview?

"Sit down, what do you want to drink?" Jiawen began to return to normal, beckoning Siyan to sit down on the sofa, rang the bell, and asked the secretary to bring a drink.

Looking at this girl's expression, he was afraid that he would be happy again.

She really came purely for business.

"Tea, thank you. ”

"Let's get started. Gavin leaned back on the couch and stomped his long legs comfortably.

"What's the start?"

"Didn't you mean an interview?" said Gavin smiled at her slightly mockingly.

If she hadn't begged him, she would never have come to him, right?

"Oh, good. Si Yan's face turned red, he put down his satchel in a panic, took out the tape recorder and put it on the coffee table, the movement was too big, the ballpoint pen fell to the ground, and he hurriedly bent down to pick it up.

Gu Jing brought the drink up, glanced at Si Yan who was in a hurry curiously, and quietly retreated.

Tsk, another stupid woman who was so electrocuted by the young boss that she couldn't find the north!

The boss is too, it's okay to be cool, wear a big sunglasses to work, and cause people to mess up and do evil!

"Can we begin?" Garvin stared at her hair calmly, his expression indifferent.

The more panicked she became, the more weak she became.

The more weak she is, the more unhappy he becomes.

"Well," Si Yan nodded, opened the interview notes, and quickly entered the situation: "First of all, may I ask Mr. Zheng ......?"