Chapter Forty-Seven: Belly Black Monarch, You're Too Ruthless!

"Secretary Zhou, Lin Dong asked you to add water. Dean Ji looked at Mr. Lin's teacup and reminded.

"Oh. Zhou Yan hurriedly picked up the kettle and added water.

Mr. Lin took a sip of the teacup, put it down with a frown, and tapped his fingers on the table again.

I secretly laughed to myself, he didn't think the tea was light, right?

Zhou Yan looked at the dean in confusion, and the dean pushed the teacup to her hand and reminded in a low voice: "Change the tea." ”

"Oh. Zhou Yan picked up the teacup, turned around and went out with small steps. She was afraid of tearing her skirt, so she walked extra carefully, how funny it would be.

Hehe, let you happily come to be an assistant, thinking that one person is above 10,000 people, but I didn't expect to be a girl.

Mr. Lin smiled elegantly, turned his neck and said, "Nurse Zhou's technique is really good, much better." ”

He sat up straight and got to the heart of the meeting, talking about his investment plan for the hospital.

Mr. Lin is wearing a black casual suit today, with a brown shirt without a tie, three buttons scattered casually, and his collarbone is slightly exposed, which is delicate and sexy.

I see that he is serious, noble and elegant, and does not lose the atmosphere of the weather, and he is like two people in peacetime. That kind of innate temperament, as if he was born to be a dragon among people, and he can't be linked to the top brand of Lotus City at all.

I was a little angry with him again, since he had already stepped out of the good steps, why did he have to receive those women?

Zhou Yan came in with hot tea and carefully placed it in front of him.

"Secretary Zhou," Mr. Lin turned his head to look at her, "Please help your sister get a cup of chrysanthemum tea, she is very hot, and she wants to lower the fire." ”

I'm so angry, didn't you provoke it?

"I'm my sister. "I'm correcting mistakes.

"Heh, I forgot again. Mr. Lin smiled apologetically at Zhou Yan.

The smile on Zhou Yan's face was more ugly than crying, and she turned around and walked out in small steps.

Mr. Lin continued the meeting, I continued to massage him, and Zhou Yan quickly brought the chrysanthemum tea, put it on the table and said, "Sister Wei, your tea." ”

I smiled at her and said, "Thank you, Sister Yan, have you forgotten that I don't drink chrysanthemum tea?"

"Secretary Zhou, then please go and change it, you don't care about your sister, you don't know what kind of tea she drinks. Mr. Lin raised his eyelids and said lightly.

I didn't say what tea I was going to drink, I just focused on patting Mr. Lin's acupoints.

Zhou Yanpestle was there, and her face was red and her ears were red. I peeked at He Yong, probably watching me and Mr. Lin singing and bullying Zhou Yan, and my face was swollen into a pig's liver.

The dean secretly pinched Zhou Yan's leg and whispered, "Make a cup of rose tea for Nurse Zhou." ”

Zhou Yan said "um" and went out with a red face, my eyes flashed at her annoyance, I was really afraid that she would spit in my tea, or even put laxatives, maybe the chrysanthemum tea had been spoiled by her.

Haha, just in case, I definitely won't drink a sip of the tea she sent!

After Zhou Yan's rose tea was delivered, the pen in Mr. Lin's hand suddenly flew out and fell at Zhou Yan's feet with a "pop".

Dizzy, that's a Cartier!

Thousands of oceans of pens...... Is it rich and capricious?

Mr. Lin craned his neck and looked at his pen with a frown.

As an assistant, how can Zhou Yan make the boss bend over, but with her skirt, I am worried about what the consequences will be if she squats?

I held back a laugh and stood quietly, belly black, you are too ruthless!

Zhou Yan's face was strange, and she slowly squatted down, "Ahh