"Not satisfied with this position?"

"No, it's not." Asa Zike immediately shook his head in denial.

The man didn't speak and began to look down at the document, and Asa Zike had a feeling of wanting to cry without tears.

"Mr. Mo, can I ask you a question?"

“......”

"Eh, how close is the personal secretary you are talking about?"

The man raised his head and looked at Asa Zike playfully: "Do you want to be more close?" ”

Such a simple sentence instantly pulled Asa Zike back into the memory of last night, and his cheeks couldn't help but turn red.

"How do I know?" The woman muttered quietly.

Mozu Beitan stood up, and the height of 1.9 meters is like a glimpse of the wall of flesh for a person who is 1.65 meters tall for Qianzi Ke.

The man slowly approached the little woman, and Asa Zike subconsciously stepped back, and when she was against a floor-to-ceiling window behind her, the woman found that she had no way out.

However, the man was still approaching him, and Asa Zike blushed and shouted, "Don't! ”

Mozu Beitan did not stop moving, continued to approach her, stopped when the two were one centimeter apart, and said ambiguously in the woman's ear, "How did you feel last night?" ”

Asa Zike felt that his mind had become blank, and he couldn't help but spit out two words in his mouth, "Very good." ”

The corners of the man's mouth rose slightly, and then he asked, "Has the little strawberry on the body gone down?" ”

"Nope."

The man heard the satisfactory answer, got up and sat back in his place.

Asa Zike came back to her senses, and when she thought of the question she had just answered, the woman wanted to beat herself to death.

Looking at the man in the leather chair, looking at himself with a wicked smile, Asa Zike felt unprecedented shame.

Qianzi Ke walked to Mozu Beitan and sat down, took out the folded shirt from his bag and said, "This is your shirt, return it to you." ”

Anyway, everything that should be said and shouldn't be said has been said, so let's accept your fate if you break the jar.

The man took the shirt, which still smelled of lavender laundry detergent.

Mozu Beitan put his shirt aside, took out a hundred yuan from his pocket, stared at the woman in front of him and asked, "What is this?" ”

"That's a hundred dollars." The woman replied dumbfoundedly.

"Why do I have this hundred on my pillow?"

"Last night..... I was a little offended to you, and then I didn't have a lot of money to compensate you, so I gave a hundred first. Asa Zike replied truthfully.

Does this woman know what she's talking about?

"A hundred can compensate me?"

"But, but I don't have any money, I'll work hard here, and I'll give you another part when I get paid, okay?" Asa Zike is a little anxious, she seems to have something to do, a big deal!

Looking at the woman's anxious appearance, a trace of cunning flashed in Mozu Beitan's eyes.

"You don't need to compensate me for money, and you know that the last thing I need is money."

"And how am I going to compensate you?"

"Marry me."

Asakko Ke opened his eyes wide and looked at the man in front of him in disbelief, what did he say, marry him?

It's only been two days since they've known each other, and she's going to marry him just because of that one night? Is this compensation for his offense?

Mozu Beitan said slowly: "You don't have to make a decision in a hurry, come and tell me when you think about it, do you want to be Mrs. Mo." ”

Asa Zike didn't say anything for a long time in surprise, but nodded mechanically.

Mozu Beitan picked up the document next to him, "You go to the person who picked you up just now, she will tell you what the personal secretary should do." ”

"Oh." Asa Zike, who hadn't come back to his senses yet, stood up and walked out of the office.

She pinched her arm, it hurt!

She's not dreaming, what the president said just now is true, God, it's a bit too big for her to bear.

Mozu Beitan picked up the tablet, clicked on a number, and after a while, there was a knock on the office door.

"Come in." The man spoke coldly.

"Mr. Mo, what are your orders?" A man asked, looking down.

"Hang this shirt in my room."

"Yes." The man was slightly stunned, Mr. Mo would not wear the clothes he wore before, and he didn't want to take them off after putting on the new clothes, what was going on?

didn't dare to think about it, the man left the office with a good acquaintance, if he dared to stay there for a second longer, his life would be difficult to protect.