There is also a faint smell of sweet pear perfume.

Secretary Song squatted down, his professional habits, originally wanting to pick up the president's expensive black suit.

After all, it can't be thrown on the carpet for others to trample on.

The hand just touched the suit.

The sight is impartial to see, lace thing.

…… Is it Shen Jing's?

Secretary Song put down the expensive clothes, calmly and quietly bypassed, trying not to step on the president's clothes.

Zhou Lushen was wearing a bathrobe, sitting on the desk nakedly, with a half-wet hair on his forehead at will, maybe he had just woken up, or maybe he had just finished exercising, and he was very lazy even to raise his hand.

Secretary Song flipped through the document and handed it over.

"You need to see it in person, whether it is stamped or not, and tomorrow the headquarters can start the project on time."

The fountain pen prepared by the hotel suite was not too silky, he shook it, signed it again, and it was not easy, frowned, and left the fountain pen.

It's very disgusting.

Secretary Song smiled slightly and handed out the fountain pen he brought, "You use this." ”

Zhou Lushen took it, turned the page, carefully read the content of the document, and signed.

After everything was handled, Secretary Song put away the documents and sorted them out neatly, put them into a document bag, sealed them, and then transported them back to the headquarters of the Bank by air.

Secretary Song asked lightly, "When will you go back to Manhattan?" ”

He looked at the lighting of the floor-to-ceiling window, and for a moment, he faintly spit out three words, "Don't worry." ”

Secretary Song stepped back, his voice was as gentle as water, "Then you have a good rest and don't bother." ”

Zhou Lu leaned back in the chair, raised his finger and pressed his eyebrows, and hummed dumbly.

Secretary Song turned around and walked forward, just in time to see Shen Jing open the bedroom door, no one looked at anyone, Secretary Song still walked around the sundress, gently closed the door, and left.

Shen Jing's gaze moved to the closed door, slowly took a cup of warm water and sipped it gently, her voice was a little hoarse, "Very handy?" ”

Zhou Lushen, who was still sitting at the desk and meditating, came back to his senses and was puzzled by her words.

Shen Jing put down the water glass, "Yo, is the president so short of pens, everyone is gone and still holds it in his hand as a baby, I will give you a pen tomorrow?" ”

Zhou Lushen glanced at the fountain pen in his hand, which seemed to be Secretary Song's fountain pen, smiled unconsciously, and threw it into the trash can in front of her, "Satisfied?" ”

"Satisfied with what." Shen Jing raised her lips and learned well, "Is it easy to use the president, when will the president return to Manhattan, the president should have a good rest and don't disturb the president." ”

Zhou Lu squinted at her, so he had to pick up the square handkerchief on the table and wipe his fingers, smiling uncontrollably.

"It's not easy at all, okay."

Shen Jing had a clear eye, and her smile did not change, "And I believe your nonsense." ”

Not coaxed, he understood.

She's always been the most succumbersome of the things that have females around him.

When she turned around and went into the room to make up for sleep, Zhou Lu sank from behind her, wrapped her in his arms, pressed his chin heavily on her shoulder, and hugged her for a long time before explaining in a low voice, "I definitely didn't mean to, I was thinking about the project on the contract, the prospects were good, and I was thinking about how much money to add to Party B." ”

Shen Jing didn't doubt his words, put her hand on the back of the man's hand, her head was slightly offset, and she looked at the man's side face, "I'm jealous not because you used a pen from her, it's because you are proportionate to other girls, Zhou Lushen, I'm stingy, she is your female secretary, it doesn't matter what you talk about at work, but I'm your girlfriend, and the person who should care about you should be me." ”

"Then do you care about me?" Zhou Lushen asked in a low voice.

In a few words, Shen Jing was silent, she couldn't care about him in everything, but she would still pick on others' concern for him, it was really difficult to talk about feelings, "Then I will care about you in the future, are you thirsty?" ”

Laughing angrily, Zhou Lu buried his face in the side of her neck, hooked his lips, and said lightly, "Okay, I'm not interesting to her, you don't believe me?" ”

Shen Jing turned her head, "Got it." ”

Zhou Lu circled her tightly, his lips pressed to her ear, and the magnetic voice slowly flowed into her cochlea with wheezing, "She is my father who has been by my side to deal with you, she is sensible and understands my methods, she has always restrained herself and dared not act recklessly, and she couldn't make any noise." ”