The man at the desk slowly raised his head. A hint of playfulness flashed on his handsome face, and in the next second, his eyes were full of innocence. As if to say: I don't know anything.

However, the bitter meat trick didn't seem to be of much use to Song Yan. She Song Yan doesn't eat this set!

"Ji Chen!!!" Song Yan's face was full of irritability.

"What's going on!!"

Ji Chen looked at the little woman in front of him, with the ball on her head, her face turned red because of anger, and her cheeks puffed up, and she was angry.

I actually feel that it's a little cute.

"How do I know?" Ji Chen was calm.

"Didn't you arrange it?"

"What kind of employees do I want without? Do you want you? You're too self-conscious, aren't you? What do you have that deserves me to hire you? Ji Chen blurted out.

After speaking, he didn't forget to look at Song Yan. Eyes full of contempt.

MMP

Is this woman bad to be obedient? Or do you not want to work with yourself at all? Ji Chen refused to introduce this reality!

Song Yan thought about it for a while, and it seemed that what he said was quite right. He is a big president, what kind of talent do you want? What's more, I have nothing to do with him. He doesn't have to let himself come to work in his company.

What's going on here?

Song Yan couldn't figure it out......

Ji Chen looked at the unpredictable expression on Song Yan's face, and picked up the phone without hesitation.

"Monsoon, you come up."

As soon as I hung up the phone, there was a knock on the door, and I have to say that Monsoon's efficiency is indeed very high.

Song Yan silently underestimated in his heart.

"Come in!"

"President, you're looking for me."

"You tell her why she's here." Ji Chen glanced at Song Yan and motioned to Ji Feng to say.

"It wasn't you who ...... last night," Monsoon had just spoken, and a cold look came over him.

Through Ji Chen's eyes, he seemed to see beautiful Africa beckoning to him!

"Ah, didn't you say last night that we lack a design director, and I saw a little on the Internet... Miss Song's resume, Miss Song's person, we must all be trustworthy, so I let the applicant hear Miss Song's name and hire it directly. Monsoon carefully finished the long sentence. Cold sweat broke out on his body.

Sure enough, working next to the president is careful, cautious, and has the ability to talk nonsense!

Since then, he has summed up a truth:

It's hard to guess the president's mind, don't guess, you can't guess it......

"Thank you, Little Monsoon, you're so nice." Song Yan looked at Monsoon with a smile.

Hearing that it was the monsoon that recruited him, the impression of this assistant in his heart gradually increased. I can't help but speak with some tenderness that I can't detect.

But if she doesn't notice it, someone else will notice it!

"Don't ......" Ji Feng subconsciously looked at Ji Chen.

"What?"

"I said, don't thank me, it's all good for the president. Miss Song, it's good for you to thank the president. "Monsoon was covered in cold sweat.

Miss Song, don't torture me! The president will kill me!! Why do you two have to involve me in your love and hatred!!

"I'm sorry just now."

Song Yan thought that he yelled at him just now and wronged him. Although he was a little squirming, he still apologized shyly.

I just had such a good attitude towards the monsoon, and now it's my turn to have this attitude!

Could it be that in her heart, she can't even compare to the monsoon?