Before I got into the groove, I was standing there a little helpless, stupid.

In the end, Lin Qicheng picked up the microphone and handed it to me.

I brought the microphone to my lips and said in as smooth a tone as I could, "Hello." ”

The other end said coldly: "Don't talk nonsense in the future, come to my office now." ”

The voice was a little loud, and the eighth floor was still quiet, of course Lin Qicheng heard it, he shrugged at me, with an expression of looking at yourself, and went downstairs.

With a complicated expression of apprehension, embarrassment, and embarrassment, I knocked on the door of Zhang Minglang.

Without raising his head, he was typing on the computer, and said in a rough voice after a little cold, "Come here." ”

I walked cautiously to the opposite of him, and said across the desk, "Mr. Zhang, what are your instructions?" ”

He stopped typing on the computer, pointed to the empty space next to him, and said, "Come over here." ”

I hesitated, but eventually walked around the office.

As soon as he stood still, he pointed to the wet wipes on the table, and then to his shirt, and said lightly: "It's a little dirty here, you can wipe it for me." ”

I took a closer look, and there was a stain the size of a copper coin on his shirt, just near his chest.

But I didn't do it for a long time, but stood there, and after half a sound, I held back a sentence: "Mr. Zhang, do all assistants have to do these things?" ”

Who knows, Zhang Minglang was unhappy, so he pushed away the notebook angrily, raised his face and looked at me coaxingly, and asked: "Then Chen Sansan, what do you think the assistant should do?" ”

I was really blindsided by his question, after all, I had never been an assistant to such a big leader, so I had to answer cautiously and stupidly: "I don't know, I haven't been an assistant to the boss before." ”

Zhang Minglang looked at me again, with a lazy tone: "That's right, you don't know what you should do, so you can do whatever I ask you to do." ”

couldn't help but complain in my heart, Zhang Minglang, your uncle, it's only 5,000 yuan a month, do you want me to die, do I have to die?

It seemed that seeing that Xiao Jiujiu in my heart was too active, Zhang Minglang straightened his body and continued: "Don't worry about whipping me hundreds of times in your heart, help me wipe it immediately, I'll go out to meet customers later." ”

With that, he faced me and tilted his body slightly.

I bent down, lifted his clothes slightly, and wiped them with wet wipes.

The two of them were so close that I could even hear the sound of his heart beating, one was nervous, my hand suddenly pressed on his chest, I was excited, quickly raised my hand, bit my lip and stood there in all kinds of embarrassment.

Zhang Minglang said in a casual tone: "Wipe it clean, as for your insult to me, I don't mind." ”

Hurriedly took a step back, I lowered my head and said, "Mr. Zhang, I can't wipe it clean like this, or you take off your clothes and ......." ”

Before he finished speaking, Zhang Minglang's face turned pale, and he said mockingly: "Chen Sansan, it's really been a night game for a long time?" On the first day as an assistant, you want to take off your boss's clothes? I don't care, are you sure you want to be in the office with me? Although I didn't get better from a cold, I still have the strength to do so. ”

My face turned red, and I stood there with my fingers twisted, and explained in a low voice, "I didn't mean that." ”

Who would have expected that Zhang Minglang suddenly stretched out his hand, lightly pressed against my chin, looked down at me condescendingly, and said frivolously: "Actually, if you like a frivolous man like Luo Jianwen, I can be like this, maybe I can make you more satisfied." ”