It's a pity, it's still written by those famous Internet writers he spent a lot of money to invite. Secretary Zhang thought with some pity, and then clicked on the picture, wanting to see which little yellow article was seen by the proprietress.

When the result picture is enlarged——

Where is the hostess!

It's basically those unspeakable colored fanfics of him and his boss eight hundred years ago!

Secretary Zhang felt that the whole person was a little bad, and just as he was thinking about how to delete all these things, the boss of his family sent a new email.

- Secretary Zhang, you're not too young, it's time to find a girlfriend.

When Secretary Zhang saw the first sentence, he had a bad feeling.

- I don't want to lose you as a secretary just because you're single, but it turns out that being single may really be an existence that affects my relationship with your boss.

Secretary Zhang: "......"

Fuck you, why.

It's so difficult to be a person, and it's even more difficult to be Zhao Huaiming's special assistant.

Time back to the present, after the meeting ended, it was almost ten o'clock in the evening, Zhao Huaiming sorted out his things, and when he was about to go home, he saw Song Yi calling him a few hours ago.

He glanced at the time, then turned it back.

It was quickly picked up over there.

"I worked overtime tonight, I forgot to tell you, sorry."

"It's okay, I didn't bother you by calling you before, right?"

"Nope."

It's a pity that I didn't receive it, this is the first time Song Yi took the initiative to call him at such a time.

"Daddy," the voice on the other side suddenly became smaller.

Hearing this title, Zhao Huaiming's footsteps paused, and he felt a little dry. But soon the heat was overwhelmed by other sensations.

"Nothing to be courteous, either a traitor or a thief."

"My dad asked me to stay with him at the school for a while, and I agreed without holding back, but I discussed with him that I would go home every weekend, do you think it's okay?"

The old man wants to live with his daughter-in-law, what else can he do?

Zhao Huaiming can't say no, but he is not so sad, because you listen to Song Yi's soft and coquettish voice, and you can taste her meaning again.

Especially the bite of the word "home", which said that Zhao's father was in a smooth body and was particularly comfortable.

"Okay, do you need me to help you get something ready?"

Zhao Huaiming agreed so happily, Song Yi was a little embarrassed, they were obviously living together, it wasn't very good for her to move out without telling someone in person, but now the other party is not angry, and asked her what she needs......

"I want a kiss from you."

"Not now, though."

Song Yi rarely has such a sweet time, she is like a little wood most of the time, and she is stupid and stupid about emotional things, otherwise she would not have mistaken Lu Zhixing's deliberate approach to her and thought it was friendship.

She takes the initiative like this, usually only when she is bullied under the bed and no longer crying and chirping, and her mind is completely unconscious.

God knows how long Zhao Huaiming waited for a day, he only felt that his qi and blood were surging, and his whole person became happy.

Therefore, in this relationship, he is no longer the only giver.

The small wood in the past, under his careful care, finally grew new branches.

"Okay." He answered.

Song Yi felt shy after finishing speaking, but the god made the ghost not hang up the phone, and waited until Zhao Huaiming replied, and then she hung up the phone suddenly.

Stimulating, nervous.

She could hear her own heartbeat.

Song Yi took a deep breath and decided to think about physics and mathematics to calm himself down.