Half a month has passed in the blink of an eye, Zhou Fanxing was discharged from the hospital and began to officially take over the work of the general manager's secretary.

Today is the first day of work, Zhou Fanxing is wearing a white shirt, a black half-slit skirt, silver-gray high heels, round earrings shining in the morning sun, and a trace of arrogance hidden in his dark eyes.

She was a tall girl, and the training of the police made her instinctively walk fast, trotting all the way behind Qingqing.

"Ah Fan, what about your split?"

Zhou Fanxing smiled: "Hurry up, I'll kill you slowly." ”

Zhou Fanxing took two quick steps and blocked the elevator that was about to close, but found that Meng Lang was in the elevator, and it was too late to turn around and leave.

"Mr. Meng is good" Zhou Fanxing walked straight to the back of Meng Lang and stood up, and Fang Qingqing, who was trotting behind, was caught by the door that was about to close, and threw himself into Lu Chengyuan's arms, and his lipstick rubbed on Lu Chengyuan's suit.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Fang Qingqing took out a tissue in a panic to wipe Lu Chengyuan's suit, and the lipstick mark was still so clear.

"I'm sorry, I'll pay for the dry cleaning," Fang Qingqing said to Lu Chengyuan with a red face.

"Okay, let's add WeChat to contact the follow-up matters" Lu Chengyuan took out his mobile phone without changing his face.

"Good...... Good. Fang Qingqing took out his mobile phone, and the two added WeChat to each other.

Roar, the kid has a lot of two hits! Zhou Fanxing felt that Fang Qingqing's spring seemed to be coming.

Lu Chengyuan, who got WeChat, looked at Meng Lang and picked the corner of his mouth, Boss, you have known Secretary Zhou for a while, and it is not that you have no contact information.

Years of tacit understanding have made Meng Lang understand what Lu Chengyuan wants to express, stinky boy! Meng Lang's face darkened.

The atmosphere in the elevator was very awkward for a while, and the four people with their own thoughts in the small space were silent, but fortunately, Fang Qingqing arrived first, and got out of the environment after getting off the elevator.

Entering the office, Zhou Fanxing found that he did not have a separate compartment, but directly set up a table next to the big office, shared a room with Meng Lang, and sat opposite Lu Chengyuan. Zhou Fanxing carefully observed whether there was any monitoring equipment around.

"Chengyuan, you go to the factory to see the production progress and inspect it." Meng Lang opened his mouth and pushed Lu Chengyuan away.

"Yes, Boss." It's exile! The boss is so vindictive! Lu Chengyuan walked out of the office door with a sad face.

"How's your injury?" Meng Lang's voice was as soft as the two of them just now.

"Much better."

"This month's itinerary is on your desk, and all the materials and documents you need to be familiar with are also on the table."

Zhou Fanxing sat on the seat, turned on the computer, and found that the group of the planning department exploded, and a small employee went straight to the manager's secretary.

"Secretary Zhou, pour me a cup of coffee."

"Okay, wait a minute."

Zhou Fanxing raised his hand to look for coffee beans in the cabinet, but the wound was involved.

"Hiss~" Before the wound recovered, Zhou Fanxing was in a hurry to come back undercover, she was afraid of missing something, she strongly said that she would withdraw Fu Xiaoming and let him just be a gang brother and leave this place of right and wrong. The little junior brother witnessed himself lying in a pool of blood on his first mission, and he had to leave such a high-pressure environment, otherwise the little junior brother would panic somewhere in his heart for the rest of his life.

Suddenly, Zhou Fanxing's wound had an extra hand. Meng Lang gently covered her wound.

"It still hurts, doesn't it?"

"Hmm."

"I'll take it"

Meng Lang skillfully took out the coffee beans, brewed a pot of coffee for himself, and poured a cup for Zhou Fanxing.

Zhou Fanxing looked at the hot air rising in the coffee cup, and she suddenly understood that Meng Lang liked herself. Maybe not much like, but at least there is a good feeling. Zhou Fanxing seemed to hear the thoughts in the corner of his heart, so it was more convenient to use his feelings to get what she wanted.

It's despicable, but it's the best way to reduce risk, and she can even get the core information and cut it all down, shortening the mission time.