Vol 2 Chapter 211: Intimate little secretary of the overbearing president of Fan Wai

When Xiao Yuan woke up in the morning, he habitually rolled to the left.
Because the Weihe River is sleeping on his left side.
Usually, you can get to Luheqing with a little move, but today Xiao Yuan has turned over and still hasn't touched people.
Xiao Yu'an instinctively reached out and patted the bed on the left side. He didn't take anything. He felt that he might have slept a little unconscious, and he didn't distinguish it, so he rolled in the opposite direction.
The result is still not met.
Xiao Yu'an was so uncomfortable to roll around, and he left the warm embrace of the quilt. The chill of the morning was oozing, no one gave Xiao Yu's quilt, and Xiao Yu'an was awake.
Xiao Yuan opened his eyes and shouted a sigh of relief, then he was stupid.
Lying in the trough.
This, this, this, what the is this? !
Xiao Yuan turned and sat up, full of incredulity and shock, he thought for three seconds is to first entangle him where he is still entangled in this bed. After three seconds, Xiao Yuan decided to entangle the bed underneath.
Because he slept on a bed about ten square meters.
Yes, ten square meters.
In the classic overbearing presidential novel, one word is always mentioned: kingsize.
It seems that the president who does not sleep kingsize is not a true president.
The kingsize's domestic standard size is two meters long and two meters wide, but Xiao Yu'an is now sleeping on a bed of ten square meters.
Ten square meters, friends!
There is something wrong! ! !
Xiao Yu'an: "I can't forget the bed that sleeps ten square meters. I still have to sleep in the middle of the bed!? Is it not tired to climb up and down every day?!"
Xiao Yuan tangled the bed and began to entangle himself.
The surrounding furniture is decorated with modern decoration, Xiao Yuan touches the hair and is short.
Xiao Yuan suddenly panicked. He walked out of bed and slammed the round-headed half-slip slippers on the side of the bed and shouted, "Hey."
There was a sudden knock on the door outside the room: "Sir, it’s time to get up early to work."
Xiao Yuan hesitated for a long while and reached for the door.
Outside the door stood a white-haired but sultry old man, the old man was wearing a black suit, inside is a silver-gray vest, the buttons on the neckline are all buckled, see Xiao Yuan open the door, slightly bent and respectfully said: "Sir, breakfast is ready."
Xiao Yu’an’s eyes widened and his voice was shaking:
Zhao... Zhao...

Zhao Guanjia raised his eyebrows: "What happened to you, Mr.? Is it uncomfortable?"
"Nothing is nothing." Xiao Yuan took a deep breath and licked himself, feeling pain and calming down.
Xiao Yuan suddenly remembered something, rushed back to the room, swearing that the bed was designed to be mentally retarded, and then took some time to come to the pillow on the bed and reached out and touched it.
Xiao Yuan opened the front camera, and the face on the screen of the mobile phone was very familiar. It was his own face. Xiao Yuan looked at his left and looked at his face again. This was a little calm, and he hurriedly opened the phone. Calendar, then squat in place again.
Xiao Yu'an naturally cannot forget the day when he committed suicide, and the date displayed on the mobile phone is the second day after his suicide.
"Today's Xiao is a bit strange."
"what happened?"
"I just met in the elevator, asked me where he usually works, and asked if I don't know a person named Luhe Qing."
"We don't understand the thoughts of rich people."
"That is also true."
"But you are so lucky, I met Xiao Zong, I think he is so handsome, young and promising diamond king."
"He's really handsome, and he doesn't have a shelf yet. He smiles at everyone! It's too!"
"Ming people don't say whispers, want to marry!"
"You all want to marry him, and I am different. I want to go to him."
"???"
Ten minutes after going to work in the morning, every office worker adjusted his time to work. They rushed away last night because of the sleepiness of staying up late, and thought: What is the day of being exploited and crushed? .
At this time, the two secretarial sisters were chatting with the gossip of their own president next to the coffee machine, and suddenly there was a cough behind them.
The two secretarial sisters were guilty of guilty conscience, and they were scared to see each other. After seeing the people behind them, they were even more shocked. After rushing to say hello, the man hurried back to his position and worked hard.
Although the man frowned, but did not say blame, picked up the coffee white porcelain cup in the tray, skillfully and carefully adjusted the cup of coffee, got up and walked out of the office into the elevator on the twenty-sixth floor.
There was only one office on the 26th floor. The man took office information and coffee and knocked on the door of the office.
A familiar voice came from inside: "Enter."
The man pressed the doorknob and walked in a few steps. He put the coffee and the information on the desk and smiled gently: "Xiao Zong, your coffee, this is the meeting information for tomorrow, you... Xiao What's wrong with you? How is your eyes red? Is it sick?"
In order to conceal his gaffe, Xiao Yu’an turned his face and his voice whimpered:
No, nothing, that is... it’s more fun.

Xiao Yuan stopped his sour eyes and reached over and overturned the work card that the man had hung on his chest.
The name column reads the three words of the red sleeve.
Xiao Yuan said: "Can I call you a red sleeve?"
The red sleeve smiled and said, "What happened to you, Xiao Zong? You didn't always call me that way?"
Xiao Yuan couldn't help but blink and red.
Ten minutes later, the Minister of Human Resources said on the phone: "Hey? How much does it cost to the Secretary of Xiao? How much? Plus? Triple?! Do you know how high the salary of the Red Sister is? She is Xiao Zong. The exclusive secretary, the salary is already high, 啥? Xiao Zong personally asked to add three times? Let it be done, plus Gaga, add it still not, anyway, the company has money, force!"