The man who entered the room had a gray shirt that was half-open, and even his hair smelled of cigarettes and alcohol after socializing. Hongchangting, who had been the deputy general secretary for half a year, didn't look like a secretary at all at the moment, and went straight to lie down on the spotless leather and black sofa, staring at the ceiling with only a circle of dark lights, "hehehehe", and suddenly smiled meaningfully.

"You go, or I'll go." At the desk, which is one level higher than the sofa area, Vice President Yisheng did not take his eyes off the computer from beginning to end.

"You send me home, and then, go home and sleep by yourself." Hong Changting was not drunk at the party today, but his speech speed was obviously much slower than when he was working during the day.

"Contact my driver yourself and disappear." Vice President Yisheng didn't say a word, mainly because the wine bureau invited him, and he pushed all the secretaries out to entertain those unfinished drinks and endless nonsense.

"Coincidence is such a thing, people don't encounter it much in their lifetime." The secretary opened her eyelids and slowly got up and walked back to the door.

A row of computer data reflections of the screen light were all printed on Yisheng's gold-rimmed lenses, and the eyes behind finally moved their eyes to the glass door that should have been pushed inward for a long time in the distance.

"How much did you drink today!" A little annoyed by compromise, Yisheng got up, put his two mobile phones in his trouser pockets, grabbed his suit and walked to the door.

Hongchangting, who succeeded, no longer pushed the door of the inner opening, and was grabbed by the vice president and the boss who directly paid his own salary.

In the underground garage, the sound of two people's leather shoes was extremely loud.

The driver, who was on call 24 hours a day, immediately drove the car to the exit outside the elevator.

"I'm sitting with you." The secretary directly squeezed the vice president's hand to open the front door, got into the boss's seat at the back, and patted the chair in a playful manner.

"When you wake up." Sitting together, Yisheng had already thought about what kind of apology text message he would receive after the other party woke up, after all, this was not the first time this had happened.

"Go to his house." The vice president said to the driver.

The immediately moving car drove to the secretary's house.

"Tomorrow morning, no." Hongchangting, who was a little disgusted, found a pillow to hold in his arms, and before he drank to death, he knew that he would be thrown out of the car immediately if he leaned on this man. No matter how familiar the other party is, he resolutely defends the bottom line that cannot be broken.

"It's best to shut up when you're drunk." He usually goes home to work, and Yisheng doesn't know why he wastes all this time going back and forth on the way to work. The bedroom in his office is the same as the décor of the home, even the bed linen and carpet.

"You go home today and get up early." Drunken words are words that are said when you are drunk, and they are not lies.

The secretary swallowed the feeling of nausea, and spoke for a while, but immediately continued, lest he fall asleep.

"As for what to wear, you compare the way you wear the mascara. Hehe, she just got off the plane, and tomorrow she will go to Wenchu Company to sign a copyright contract or something. The trip may be tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow will be back to my hometown. Hong Changting finished drunkenly.

It's none of his business to see each other or not, and this news is not about work, Yisheng sent himself home to hear this private news.

"Sit upright." The voice was low and still calm, and the vice president grabbed the right arm of his personal secretary who fell to the car door, but the phalanges gradually became so strong that the other party drank to death and immediately sobered up.

"Sue you for abusing your employees." Sure enough, I cared, and the judgment was accurate, and Hong Changting smiled in pain.

"Today you have a day off, I can't tell if there will be no holiday in March!" Yisheng is annoyed that this guy has nothing to drink!