At half past eight the next morning, Wang Bo was woken up by a ringing telephone. He closed his eyes, reluctantly, and reached out to grab the microphone like a blind man touching an elephant, and as soon as the microphone reached his ear, a series of crisp and bright female voices like a yellow oriole came:

"Mr. Wang, are you up......? It's half past eight. ”

Hearing Zheng Yan's voice, he remembered that yesterday he seemed to have instructed Zheng Yan to let the girl call him early at half past eight. The front desk of the hotel generally has an early call service, but how can a pretty secretary come comfortably when the front desk has a fixed procedure? The moment he heard Zheng Yan's voice, the strong sleepiness that was still frozen on Wang Bo's body immediately began to dilute and fade. He grinned and smiled:

"As soon as I opened my eyes, your call came. Wait a minute, Zheng Yan. I'll wash up first, and then I'll come to you, and then we'll go to the restaurant for breakfast together. ”

"Okay, Mr. Wang, you take your time. Zheng Yan said respectfully.

"Okay, I'll see you later. ”

Wang Bo hung up the phone, sat up from the comfortable, soft bed, revealing a strong, lean, and bare upper body without a trace of fat on his abdomen, and punched several times in the sky with both hands clenched into fists, and the last trace of sleepiness on his body hung up. He rolled over and got up, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, and suddenly opened the thick curtains, and suddenly, the bright sunlight shone into the room, and the entire dark space became transparent and bright.

The early call of the pretty secretary and the rising sun brought Wang Bo a good mood. After that, he whistled and began to get dressed and washed, doing his morning routine.

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While Wang Bo next door was dressing and washing, Zheng Yan returned to the bathroom and looked at the huge glass mirror, which was a simple women's shirt on top and an indigo skirt below, the image of a standard office white-collar girl. Zheng Yan looked at her face again, under the full and bright forehead, there were a pair of black eyebrows and a pair of black and bright, shining eyes, in the middle was a straight and well-behaved nose bridge, and under the nose bridge was a lip that was not thick or thin, not big or small, but angular and angular lips, the lips were ruddy, clear, and shiny with watery luster, like budding petals. The girl looked at her cheeks again, fair, delicate, and tender, as if she had just peeled an egg.

The whole face, the eyebrows are picturesque, the facial features are delicate and soft, although it is only light makeup, no thick makeup, but it reflects an amazing beauty.

Zheng Yan asked herself if she is not a person who loves stinky beauty, and she usually uses very little cosmetics, occasionally uses eyebrow trimming scissors to trim her eyebrows, and rubs some cream and moisturizing water on her face washed with facial cleanser in winter, and at most adds a little transparent lip gloss. It's not that she doesn't care about her appearance, she just thinks that this is enough.

But today, in the face of the first time in her life to experience a big occasion, a big scene, in the words of the women in the dormitory, "even if you don't care much about your face will be beautiful" for the first time, she felt not very confident, when she got up in the morning, for the first time in her life, she spent more than half an hour carefully tidying up her appearance. However, of course, I didn't do anything heavy on my face, but on the basis of the original three, I used some foundation, BB cream and blush, of course, it is also very shallow, very little, and if you don't look carefully, you can hardly see it.

Zheng Yan looked at the mirror, raised her eyebrows, crooked her mouth, and made a few actions that she would never do in front of outsiders, and the delicate face in the mirror also showed various expressions, sometimes solemn and contemplative, sometimes disgusted and happy, and sometimes cold as frost. At this time, an ancient text she learned in middle school suddenly jumped into her mind:

Out of the mud but not stained, clear ripples but not demons!

"Ahhh

Walking out of the bathroom, Zheng Yan walked to the entrance and opened the door so that Wang Bo didn't have to knock when he came to look for her later. After that, she went back to her room and sorted out her bag, purse, tissues, mobile phone, and a few simple cosmetics, mostly her own personal things.

Then, the most important notebook she has carried with her since she went to work. It records Wang Bo's specific daily itinerary in the past month, and the work she needs to deal with is classified according to light, heavy, slow, and urgent, including the trivial tasks of calling Wang ** bed and washing his clothes every morning, as well as some memos that she needs to remind herself to pay attention to at all times......

In short, there are so many things that she thinks she can lose herself, but she can't lose this notebook.

Zheng Yan sat on the sofa by the window for about five minutes, and then she heard three knocks at the door, and then, a familiar and hearty voice came into her ears from far and near:

"Swallow, I'm all right. Have you packed up? Let's go down to dinner together. ”

Zheng Yan quickly got up from the chair and greeted Wang Bo, who had already entered the room: "Good morning, Mr. Wang." I...... I've packed it up too. ”

"Alright, let's go down then. I was drinking last night, and I'm really hungry now. Wang Bo smiled at Zheng Yan, and then, as if someone had poured a basin of glass glue, he didn't move, his eyes stared at Zheng Yan's beautiful face without blinking, and he couldn't find any flaws on his pretty face.

Zheng Yan was taken aback when she saw that Wang Bo had been staring at her face, and thought that she had some smudge on her face, so she immediately asked in a weak voice: "Mr. Wang, I ...... Did I get my face dirty?" she had just jotted something in her notebook with a pen, and then she thought about something on her cheeks, and it was hard to say that she hadn't gotten ink or anything like that on her face.

Wang Bo didn't speak, and kept staring at Zheng Yan's flawless face in his eyes, so beautiful that he held his breath for 10 seconds, and then he was a little reluctant to move away.

"Nope. Wang Bo shook his head with a smile, and then exclaimed convincingly, "Yanzi, seeing you, do you know what I suddenly thought of?"

"Ah, what?" Zheng Yan said in confusion.

"Out of the mud but not stained, clear ripples but not demons! Let's go, let's go down to eat." With that, Wang Bo turned around and took the lead out of the room.

Zheng Yan was completely stunned, almost unable to believe her ears.

"He, how did he think of this ancient verse?" she felt her heart pound all at once, "Could he be able to read minds?" or ...... with me Got a heart?"

As soon as the thought of "having a soul in the heart" came to her head, Zheng Yan was suddenly startled, and quickly suppressed the idea that made her feel "terrifying", and said to herself in her heart, "Bah, bah, it's just a coincidence, what are you thinking?" After thinking about it, Zheng Yan picked up her bag and followed Wang Bo out of the room.

The restaurant is on the second floor of the hotel, and the two of them took the elevator straight down to the second floor, showed their meal tickets at the door of the restaurant, and entered the palatial restaurant.

"Mr. Wang, what do you want to eat? I'll go get it for you?" Zheng Yan remembered her mother's instructions to her to be diligent and clever when she went out, and said to Wang Bo.

"No, it's a buffet, let's pick our own. Wang Bo smiled and shook his head at his pretty assistant. After the initial shock, now, he can face his beautiful secretary relatively calmly.

"Oh, that'...... All right. Zheng Yanchao looked at the hall full of dazzling and exquisite breakfasts, facing the long two rows, dozens of drinks, soups, snacks, and various Western pastries, she also asked people what he wanted to eat, this question is really unreliable, and some strong people are difficult.