"What, didn't you say it's 9 o'clock today? Push me tomorrow again, what do you mean? Anno angrily pointed to the person who interviewed her.

"Okay, then you sit down and I'll give you an interview." A weak-looking man pointed to the stool in front of him.

"How many times have you talked about boyfriends?" The interviewer raised his eyebrows slightly, and his eyes looked at Anno.

Anno replied casually: "Seven or eight times." ”

The interviewer propped his head on his hand and looked at her with interest, a seductive smile on the corner of his mouth. He continued, "How many men have you slept with?" ”

Anno flew into a rage and immediately got up from his stool. The anger on her face couldn't be hidden at all, and she said fiercely: "What do you mean? It's just an interview, what the hell do you want to do? ”

"Oh? If Miss An doesn't cooperate, I won't be able to continue this interview. If Miss An finds this question too boring, or if Miss An disdains this work, then Miss An can leave here, and I will definitely not stop you. The interviewer said with a smile on his face.

Anno's face seemed to hesitate, his eyes drooping in contemplation, but he did not make a sound.

Seeing her like this, the interviewer continued: "Anyway, this question is asked every time I interview our president's secretary, after all, our president's sex life is inappropriate. If he wants to sleep with a woman, he must also know her criminal record. Miss An, are we going to continue? ”

Anno glared at him fiercely, then sat down again. Put the nerves relaxed: "One." ”

Hearing this, the interviewer couldn't help but laugh. Then he moved on to the next question he had prepared: "Where do you like to do it, Miss An?" ”

Anno slapped the table vigorously, and the interviewer couldn't help but be startled by the sound. The interviewer watched as she stood up and leaned forward, and he shifted his chair back.

"What the hell is this job for?" Anno's eyes burned vigorously.

After the interview, he still couldn't help laughing: "Miss An, this is our president who lives with you in bed according to your habits, you don't have to answer, but I think if you don't answer such an important question, you will miss such a good job." So, Miss Ann, please take care of yourself. ”

Anno gathered her anger and said resentfully, "Bathroom." "Let's pick up the book

Hearing this, the interviewer burst out laughing. Then he thought about it for a moment and asked the next question: "May I ask Miss An's boyfriend who slept with you, what color pajamas does he like you to wear?" ”

Anno replied wiltingly: "Pink." ”

The interviewer forced a smile: "Miss An, how many times a day can you bear it?" ”

Anno glared at him and reacted quickly: "You." ”

The interviewer unfolded a sweet smile.

"10 times." Anno had a little gloom in his eyes.

"Miss An, if you say that you can please a man with 10 points, how many points do you give yourself?" The interviewer is still smiling.

"Eight points." Anno hummed the syllable through her nostrils.

"May I ask Miss An to please men more in bed or will her feelings please men more?"

Anno's eyes were full of resentment, and if the eyes could kill people, then the interviewer would be dead.

Her voice was very small, almost inaudible: "On the bed." ”

This time, the interviewer didn't hold back and laughed directly. The shrill voice reached Anno's ears, and it was very ironic.

"What kind of man does Miss An like?" The interviewer's face, which made people look bad, continued to laugh.

"Tall and handsome, gentle and polite, filial to his parents, and understanding pity." Anno lowered her eyes.

"Miss An is really talented, and her export is a chapter." The interviewer continued to laugh.