Le Tong gritted his teeth and stared at the closed door, and waved his fist silently, before reluctantly dragging Ji Rong's luggage into the master bedroom.

Sorting out Ji Rong's luggage is no stranger to Le Tong.

After all, she has been Ji Rong's secretary for half a year, and Ji Rong travels at least five or six times a month, and most of the time, she will accompany her.

It's just that the mood this time is obviously different from any previous time.

If there is no accident, this time I will live in L City for four or five days, Ji Rong's clothes are full of boxes, shirts, jackets, underwear, ties, etc., are placed in the suitcase in different categories, and when I look at it, I know that it was not he who sorted it out.

Le Tong first took out the suit jacket and pulled out the inner line and asked the waiter to come over and take the suit to iron it, several suits are all black, slightly different, but two sets are with dark gray and dark blue pinstripes, and the remaining two or three sets are just slightly different from different styles of fabrics.

Le Tong never paid attention to him before, he had no distractions when he helped him pack his luggage, he should send it for washing, and he should hang it up, but now it's good, looking at these similar suit jackets, he can't help but complain in his heart that this person really has no taste for life.

When the shirt was hung up, looking at the five white shirts hanging neatly in the closet, Le Tong didn't know how to evaluate the man's taste in clothing.

Although, she has to admit that with the innate conditions of her boss President Ji Da's good face and good figure, even if she wears a white vest with shorts and drags flip-flops like a lewd uncle, she still has the ability to make a beautiful woman turn back 100% when standing on the street.

But no matter how good the congenital conditions are, they shouldn't be wasted like this.

When Le Tong finally put President Ji Da's last pair of black underwear into the drawer, he had already complained about Ji Rong's clothes one by one from his underwear to his coat.

When she complained about President Ji Da's clothing taste from top to bottom, she suddenly came back to her senses and was startled!

What's wrong with you? He's just his own boss, what he likes to wear has nothing to do with her, even if he likes to wrap a sack in and out, it has nothing to do with her, right?

Could it be that it was because I saw Boss Ji unbuttoned and barefoot and sexy that day, and I was so disgusted by the comparison, thinking that Boss Ji was tyrannical and tossing such a sexy man into an abstinent facial paralyzed man?

Le Tong finally found a suitable reason for himself, walked out of the master bedroom a little depressed, dragged his luggage to the room next to the master bedroom, put his hand on the doorknob, thought for a while, let go, and walked to the next room again, and was about to push open the door, behind him, there was a sound of the door opening.

"Make me a pot of coffee!"

Le Tong responded with an "oh", threw the luggage directly by the door, folded to the living room and pressed the internal phone, and asked the waiter to bring some high-quality Blue Mountain coffee and coffee pots, and by the way, let the waiter send two sandwiches.

Le Tong took a tray with freshly brewed coffee and a sandwich on it, and stood in front of the door of the study, "President, your coffee." ”

"Enter!"

Le Tong pushed open the door, and the big desk in the study was full of materials, Ji Rong stared at the screen, and his fingers were tapping on the keyboard quickly.

Le Tong put the tray on the coffee table on the side, "President, the coffee temperature is just right, and there are some sandwiches, eat the cushion first." ”

Ji Rong never ate the food on the plane, as for why, Le Tong didn't dare to ask. But the considerate little secretary was afraid that the coffee would hurt his stomach, so he carefully brought in the sandwich as well.

"Hmm." Ji Rong answered, his eyes still falling on the screen.

Le Tong stood at his desk for a moment, "President, do you need my help?" ”

As soon as he said that, Le Tong himself wanted to go to the solid wall and crash into it.

Le Tong, you are a pig, why are you so good at it? If you have nothing to do, you don't know how to watch TV and surf the Internet? Why bother to suffer for yourself and be a free laborer for this demon?!

"Well, get the stuff on the table in order."

Ji Rong still didn't look at her, staring at the screen, his butt was crooked, the chair moved closer to the coffee table, he picked up the coffee in one hand and took a sandwich in the other, took a sip of coffee and then stuffed the sandwich into his mouth, his butt moved, and the person had returned to the computer.

It's supposed to be rude, but he's capable and elegant. Le Tong's hands were cleaning up the materials on the table, but his eyes never left him, he pouted his cheeks slightly, pouted and chewed the food, and lowered his eyes to concentrate on work, which made the originally cold image around him a lot more gentle and vivid.

Ji Rong turned his head to the side, Le Tong thought he had noticed something, and quickly withdrew his gaze, but saw that the man was actually tilting his head to look at the information spread out next to the computer.

Le Tong breathed a sigh of relief, and at the end couldn't help but scold himself for being useless, secretly blaming this man's face for being too good-looking, so no matter what outrageous things he did, he looked decent and natural, without being abrupt.

Ji Rong seemed to be very hungry, a total of four sandwiches, in less than five minutes he was all solved, Le Tong glanced at the empty coffee cups and saucers, resignedly went over to pick up the tray, went out to fill the coffee, and brought in the sandwich that he originally wanted to eat and put it on the coffee table again.

Ji Rong was not polite, and within five minutes, all the sandwiches fell into his stomach.

And the capable little secretary Le Tong was hungry and packed up the materials on the table and handed them to Ji Rong.

"President, I've already sorted out the information, if it's okay, I want to go out and pack my own luggage."

Le Tong knows Ji Rong very well, according to his current work status, he has to work until at least eight or nine o'clock, so it is more reliable for him to go out and pack his luggage first, and then call back to prepare dinner.

"Take the computer, there are a few documents to reorganize."

Ji Rong is recognized as a workaholic, and it is rare for a former secretary to be able to work under him for a month. And Le Tong was not only able to survive, but also basically accompanied him to work overtime in the past six months.

In terms of work, if Yang Tezhu is his right hand, then Le Tong is his left hand, and he is used to Le Tong.

Le Tong rolled his eyes at his head, knowing that he had no right to say no, so he could only respond, "Okay, I'll go out and pour a glass of water." ”

Of course, she said that pouring water was just an excuse, and she ran out to find a bag of biscuits in her suitcase, munched on a few more sips, and coped with her hungry rumbling stomach for the time being.

Just after eating two biscuits, I heard the cold noodle boss shouting "Le Tong!" inside! Le Tong stood up with a bitter face, and said in his heart, following such a workaholic boss who doesn't know how to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade is simply a sin!