Grab a woman gl with the president

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She'd better wait and see, maybe the woman Ah Zhuo would investigate tomorrow would be more suitable for her plan.

Forget about this woman in front of me, I can't afford it, I can't afford it.

While thinking about it, the little assistant approached her with a displeased face, and Cheng Xionglin backed away in horror. He didn't know whether it was because his body was too weak or his mental quality was too poor, and he almost lost his footing.

Chang Yuan's face became even uglier, she quickened a few steps, and clasped Cheng Xionglin's waist: "What's the fuss? Why isn't there a single servant here?"

Cheng Xionglin's waist was clasped tightly by her, unable to break free for a while, he had to look directly at Chang Yuan's cold face, and said honestly: "There are people, noisy, dirty."

Chang Yuan nodded, accepting this reason. In her opinion, most of these daughters or young masters have similar problems, and their hypocrisy always comes when they say it, which is not too difficult to understand.

She glanced sideways at the medical staff waiting behind, then turned her head to ask again, her voice was much softer: "Then see the doctor in the living room, and don't let them go to the second floor, okay?"

Cheng Xionglin was a little dazed for a moment, what did she say, and the little assistant suddenly understood where he was struggling?

Seeing that Miss Cheng was dumbfounded again, Chang Yuan shook her head, she bent down slightly, and put her hand under Cheng Xionglin's knee, her movements hesitated a bit.

Chang Yuan has learned Taekwondo and practiced it all year round. She is indeed stronger than ordinary girls, but she doesn't know if she can hold a girl horizontally.

But seeing Cheng Xionglin's already pale and weak face, Chang Yuan decided to give it a try.

Cheng Xionglin was suddenly picked up by the little assistant princess. She hugged Chang Yuan's neck in confusion and began to struggle: "Put me down, I can walk by myself!"

Holding the person up firmly, Chang Yuan's face relaxed a lot, and she was very grateful in her heart, but she commented, "You are too light." Holding the person who was shaking in her arms, she gave a slight lesson, "Don't fall on you Don't make trouble anymore, you know?"

"Yeah." Seeing Chang Yuan's cool gaze, Cheng Xionglin didn't dare to move, after all, she didn't want to be thrown either.

Chang Yuan easily carried Cheng Xionglin to the sofa, and called the medical staff behind to come up and do a basic examination.

The medical staff who followed were all commonly used by Song Hui, and Song Hui often suffered from this disease and that disease, and Assistant Chang hurriedly took them to the house for examination regardless of the morning or evening.

Now, they are very proficient in their business, and they began to check the lady in front of them with a blank face.

The result of the inspection was still not what they expected, which was another big fuss.

But the leading doctor, Dr. Chen, still had a serious expression and asked conscientiously: "Excuse me, besides the pain in the stomach, is there any vomiting phenomenon? Is the pain much better after vomiting?"

Cheng Xionglin nodded. Before they came, she vomited several times, and now she has calmed down a lot. If the weakness caused by vomiting is ignored, everything else is normal.

Dr. Chen nodded: "This lady has a typical stomach cold. It is recommended to drink more hot water and hot porridge, and avoid raw or cold."

Gone?

Cheng Xionglin turned his head to look at Dr. Chen, don't you need injections and medicine?

Dr. Chen didn't pay attention to her, and still instructed the nurses behind to pack up and prepare to leave.

Cheng Xionglin wanted to take a sneak peek at Chang Yuan's expression from the corner of his eye.

I called my little assistant over in the middle of the night, you want me to drink more hot water?

I will be beaten.

Chang Yuan, who has long been used to this kind of situation, looked calm, and sent the doctors and nurses, as well as the locksmith, and the property owner out of the house one by one. When she came back, Cheng Xionglin looked at her with a particularly guilty conscience: "That... When I called you, my stomach hurt so much, I thought I was going to die."

Song Hun and his fiancée were indeed in the same way, they were a match made in heaven.

Chang Yuan continued to nod calmly: "Well, do you want hot water or hot porridge?"

"Hot porridge." Cheng Xionglin replied subconsciously, always thinking that drinking hot water is cheaper for this disease.

Chang Yuan turned around and went to the kitchen, looked for ingredients for a while, and prepared to cook porridge.

Fortunately, everything in Cheng Xionglin's house is still complete.

"You can cook?" Cheng Xionglin stood up from the sofa, walked to the door of the kitchen, saw Chang Yuan moving in an orderly manner on the cooking table, and was amazed, "Are all the assistants now decathlon?"

Chang Yuan didn't speak, put rice and some black glutinous rice into the pressure cooker, put water on it, covered it, set the program, and then said: "Two hours ago, Miss Cheng was still very drunk. Look at it this way." Come on, a stomachache can sober a drunk."

After finishing speaking, he stared coldly into Cheng Xionglin's eyes.

***

At nine o'clock in the morning, Fenghua Group began a day of intense rhythm. Men and women in suits and leather shoes came and went in the lobby on the first floor of Fenghua Building.

Chang Yuan stepped on her high heels and came in through the door expressionlessly. She was wearing a white business attire with lace like little lotus flowers on the cuffs and skirt, which made the staff next to her secretly look at her.

This is the permanent assistant of the president's office? Didn't she always only wear black and gray? Moreover, this white professional attire took a lot of thought from the little girl, could it be...

The gossip staff chattered and whispered, hearing that the CEO's fiancée has returned to China, could it be that Assistant Chang is finally planning to fight with his back?

Everyone suddenly realized, as if they had grasped the truth.

With a lot of scrutinizing eyes, Chang Yuan calmly got on the president's elevator. This was the privilege Song Hui gave her, and it also made it easier for her to isolate the somewhat noisy discussions at this time.

Last night, Cheng Xionglin was left speechless by her questioning, Chang Yuan didn't care too much, and still took care of her carefully.

Chang Yuan thought, a little girl who has just returned to China, and heard that her fiancé has a female friend who is inseparable, will naturally use some small means to find out the truth.

It's harmless, the root cause is that she and Song Hui are too close.

Taking care of Cheng Xionglin's eccentricities, Chang Yuan spent the night in the living room on the first floor, only to find herself in normal clothes when she got up for work in the morning.

Cheng Xionglin, with a guilty conscience, gave her the business attire with both hands: "It's new, I haven't worn it. We are about the same size, don't you mind?"

Chang Yuan saw that Cheng Xionglin was so sincere and didn't mention that she could go home and change before going to work, so she put on this business attire.

While thinking about it, the elevator door opened, and other assistants in the president's office greeted Chang Yuan with a smile: "Sister Yuan, today is so beautiful."

Chang Yuan frowned, didn't reply, just nodded casually, then turned on the computer, exported the resignation letter written yesterday, printed it, and put it in a white envelope.

Looking at the resignation letter in her hand, Chang Yuan hesitated.

Song Hui is a good boss, will she hurt his heart by doing this?

Chang Yuan thought about it, but this reason was used last year, and this year it is no longer valid, so she should resign.

She should have resigned early last year, but this time it was just the right time.

Thinking of this, Chang Yuan firmly knocked on the door of the CEO's office.

"Come in." In a sense, Song Hui is a workaholic. When Chang Yuan came in, he kept his head down to deal with the desk work.

It wasn't until Chang Yuan pushed a white letter in front of him that Song Hui raised his head.

Seeing Chang Yuan who was dressed differently from usual, Song Hui's eyes flashed with astonishment, and he was quickly swallowed by the deep pupils, and his thin lips raised slightly: "Good morning, Xiao Yuan. What is this?"

Chang Yuan was a little apprehensive, but she still spoke calmly: "Morning, President." Looking at the letter picked up by Song Hui, Chang Yuan thought for a while, and finally said firmly, "President, this is my resignation letter ."

Song Hui was about to open the letter, but when he heard Chang Yuan's words, his hands froze, smoothed the opening of the letter, put it on the desk as it was, raised his jaw slightly, and stared at Chang Yuan: "Tell me ,Why?"

Chang Yuan met Song Hui's sharp eyes, and said lightly: "The Chang family needs me."