"Ahh

In the secretary room of the president of Century Group, a miserable scream suddenly sounded.

Secretary Liang, who was working hard with headphones, gasped and almost didn't get scared out of a heart attack.

She took off her headphones and said dissatisfiedly: "Zhou Hui, what kind of crazy are you?" ”

On the side, Secretary Wang was also frightened, and even lost a few hairs, and he asked in a trembling voice, "What's wrong with you?" ”

As he spoke, Secretary Wang looked to the side.

"I ......"

Next to Secretary Wang, Secretary Zhou turned the chair without tears.

I saw that his chest was wet from the middle of his pants, and the air was filled with the rich aroma of coffee.

"An acquaintance just sent me a message, and I accidentally touched the cup before I opened it......"

Secretary Zhou covered his legs, looking embarrassed.

It looks like it's crooked.

"It's good it didn't spill on the keyboard." Secretary Liang stood up and glanced worriedly, and then sat back with confidence.

"Hey! Don't go too far! "Secretary Zhou almost vomited blood.

"If you have time to fight with me, why don't you go to the bathroom and clean up?"

Secretary Liang calmed down: "Did you bring spare pants?" ”

"Yesterday in the cafeteria, someone accidentally spilled the plate and it just happened to splash on my trouser leg......"

Secretary Zhou looked unlucky, "After I changed it, I forgot to bring a new one." ”

That is, he has no spare pants left.

"Secretary Wang......" Secretary Zhou turned to Secretary Wang.

"Unfortunately, my children have been sick recently, and my wife has to work and take care of the children, so she doesn't have time to put out new spare pants for me." Neither did Secretary Wang.

"Then who should I borrow from?" Secretary Zhou was also embarrassed to go to other offices with such clothes.

"I have."

Secretary Liang's tone was rare and not so stiff, and there was a little schadenfreude, "Do you want it?" ”

"Hey, don't base your happiness on my pain!" Secretary Zhou complained, "Although I have this idea, my legs are too long than yours, and I guess I can't wear them, forget it." ”

Secretary Liang: "...... "So you can really wear it?"

"I'm sorry for underestimating how perverted you are."

After Secretary Liang finished speaking, he said, "Who sent you the message just now, you ask him to bring you a new pair of pants and send it over." ”

"That's right!"

Secretary Zhou reacted immediately, and immediately shirked his responsibility, "It's all to blame on the president!" It's okay to message me during these working hours! ”

"Wasn't it you who was careless?" Secretary Wang couldn't help it, he couldn't cry or laugh.

"Then he's to blame! I'm afraid I don't know that he is resting today, so if I have to send me a message at this time, I have to find him to pay for his pants! ”

Secretary Zhou said, he was going to pick up the keyboard and be a hero.

It's just that he hasn't touched the keyboard yet, and suddenly realizes that he still has coffee on his hand, and he really wants to touch it, and he estimates that it will take a long time to clean the keyboard.

"That...... Secretary Wang ......, "Secretary Zhou was just looking for rescuers.

"Jingle bells."

At this moment, the phone on Secretary Wang's desk suddenly rang.

Secretary Wang immediately picked up the phone: "Hello, this is ...... Assistant Bai? Can I help you? That document, wait for me to find it...... Found it, I'll send it to you now, the conference room on the twenty-seventh floor, right? Okay, I got it. ”

As he spoke, Secretary Wang got up with the documents, he thought of something, looked at Secretary Zhou on the side, and said, "Secretary Zhou, what did you want to tell me just now?" ”

"It's okay, you go get busy." Secretary Zhou's heart is dead.

These are all unreliable!

"Then I'll go first." Secretary Wang left in a hurry.

Secretary Zhou had no choice but to rely on himself to find the wet wipes that he didn't know where he threw them.

"Go to the side."

At this moment, a stiff voice sounded above his head.

"Secretary Liang?"

Secretary Zhou looked up and asked a face that was mostly covered by thick-framed glasses, "What are you doing?" ”

Secretary Liang was too lazy to talk nonsense, rolled his eyes, pulled Secretary Zhou and the chair aside, and then dragged the mouse on Secretary Zhou's desk to select the dialog box with the note "President of the Photography Association".

"Tell this person to send you pants?" Secretary Liang asked.

"Ah...... Right. ”

Secretary Zhou didn't react for a while, and then said unexpectedly: "Secretary Liang! Has your conscience found out! ”

It's so kind!

"I'm going to work."

Secretary Liang immediately threw down the mouse.

"Don't, don't!"

How dare Secretary Zhou die at such a critical moment, he hurriedly stopped Secretary Liang, "Secretary Liang!" Sister Liang! Please, save the child! Let me leave the office in this and I'll die! ”

was coaxed by Secretary Zhou's good voice, and Secretary Liang changed his mind to help him send a message to the president of the photography club.

When Secretary Liang clicked on the president's dialog box, she was attracted by a familiar name in the dialog box before she could type.

"Huh?"

At this time, Secretary Zhou also saw it, and he probed over to look at the screen, "Mo Nian? Did he meet Secretary Mo? This kid won't pick up ......."

It's just that Secretary Zhou didn't finish speaking, and suddenly stopped, he stared at the messages sent to him by the president, and frowned.

Next to him, Secretary Liang also frowned slightly.

"Secretary Liang, this ...... the president said"

Secretary Zhou couldn't help but speak, breaking the silence that lasted for an unknown amount of time.

"You don't want your pants anymore?"

Secretary Liang interrupted him, typed on the keyboard a few times, and quickly sent a message to the president: "I accidentally spilled coffee, help bring a pair of pants, the size is 185." ”

"How do you know the size of my pants?!" Secretary Zhou stared at Secretary Liang with wide eyes.

"I don't want to know this useless, spicy intelligence."

Secretary Liang sneered: "I can't stand someone who got drunk and yelled, 'My one-meter-eight strong man can't hold you?!'" And then the painful experience of throwing me to the ground. ”

Secretary Zhou: "......"

"Someone you said ......" Secretary Zhou struggled to scavenge the memory from his mind.

"Don't think about it, it's you." Secretary Liang's laughter was even colder.

Secretary Zhou silently closed his mouth, with his many years of experience working with Secretary Liang, he could already feel the murderous aura on Secretary Liang.

"Messaged back."

Secretary Liang glanced at Secretary Zhou's computer screen, and she said, "I said that I would send it to you later." ”

After speaking, Secretary Liang was about to go back to his place and sit down.

"But ......"

Just as Secretary Liang sat down and was about to put on headphones to continue working, Secretary Zhou suddenly spoke.

His tone was a little deep: "Even if we pretend not to see or hear, it doesn't mean that this thing doesn't exist, right?" ”

Secretary Zhou was a little concerned about the messages sent by the president.

Although Secretary Liang changed the topic just now, there are some things they also know.

Mo Nian is indeed an excellent colleague, but she usually makes other secretaries feel strange in some aspects.

"Does it have anything to do with us whether there exists or not?"

Secretary Liang said lightly: "Even if what your friend heard is true, Secretary Mo really has no feelings, since she joined the company, she doesn't treat you as a human being, or does she treat you as an alien and exclude you and harm you?" ”

"How is that possible!"

Secretary Zhou immediately retorted: "How can Secretary Mo be that kind of person? ”

"Isn't this over?"

Secretary Liang put on the headphones, "She doesn't treat herself as an outlier, and she doesn't treat you as an outlier, so there's nothing to discuss about this matter, besides, how old are you?" How many colleagues have changed in the secretary's office, how many people have you met, haven't you figured it out? Everyone has so many secrets, whether to say it or not is their own business. ”

What does it have to do with you, with me?

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