"What's wrong?"

"I saw Madame, Madame is so beautiful, she just matches the president's face."

Jiang Hao: "......"

So you're so excited because you have a crush on Madame?

The secretary pulled the chair across from Jiang Hao's desk and sat down with a gossipy face, "The question is, why did Madame divorce our president?" When I just went in, I noticed that the president looked at his wife, and he was hiding his love in his heart. ”

Jiang Hao glanced at the secretary with disdain, "Are you idle?" The president knew you were gossiping about him here, and believe it or not, he threw you into the mailroom? ”

The secretary who was looking excited, immediately closed his mouth, got up and walked out, and when he walked to the door, he suddenly thought of something and looked back at Jiang Hao.

"Assistant Jiang, were you thrown into the mailroom by the president?"

Jiang Hao's face was uneasy, and he glared at the secretary directly, "Hurry up, get out of here." ”

The young and beautiful little secretary covered her mouth and laughed twice, and went out with a fart.

I only heard Jiang Hao snort coldly, "Why did you divorce?" It's not because the big boss wants to save face. ”

At the beginning, he said that the boss was clearly going farther and farther away from the crematorium chasing his wife, and he didn't believe it, so he had to die.

So?

What can he do as an assistant?

The boss used his strength to die, can he stop it?

While complaining in his heart, Jiang Tezhu, who packed up his things and went to the mailroom to report for duty, looked distressed.

As a dedicated special assistant, Jiang Hao simply broke his old mother-like heart.

After the secretary retreated, Qiao Xu turned his head to look at Lu Moqing, thought about it, and said directly: "What do you need me to help you do?" ”

Seeing Lu Moqing sitting down on the boss's chair, he raised his hand to Qiao Xu and motioned for her to come to his side.

Qiao Xu walked over as he said, and in front of Lu Moqing, there were a lot of documents.

Lu Moqing casually took out a document and put it in front of her, "Let's deal with this first." ”

Qiao Xu took the document and was about to open it to read it, when he saw Lu Moqing get up from the boss's chair and pull her over to sit down on the chair.

"Sit and watch."

Feeling the wide palms that stopped on his shoulders, Qiao Xu twisted his eyebrows a little uncomfortably, moved his body quietly, and reluctantly focused on the document in front of him.

But the whole back was stiff.

Lu Moqing didn't go away, but sat on the armrest of the chair along her seat, with slender arms, lazily leaning back on the chair, and the two were very close to each other.

Especially Lu Moqing, who was already tall, sat like this, as if he surrounded Qiao Xu's whole person.

"Can you stay away from me?"

Qiao Xu was a little uncomfortable, and he couldn't read a word of the document in his hand.

"I didn't bother you."

Lu Moqing looked at Qiao Xu, with a faint grievance on his face.

Having said that, Lu Moqing's heart couldn't help but sigh.

This can be regarded as the retribution of feng shui in turn.

Back then, when Qiao Xu tried his best to get close to him, he was always impatiently looking for reasons to push him away.

Qiao Xu wrung his eyebrows and didn't say anything, he really didn't bother her, but when he sat like this, she was easily distracted.

"Or is your attention so focused on me that you can't see it?"

Lu Moqing's teasing voice sounded in her ears, with a somewhat irrepressible smile.

Qiao Xu's hand holding the document tightened, as if Lu Moqing had guessed what was on his mind, and his eyes were a little weak.