Don't associate with local tyrants

"Oh my god, did you see that man next to the young master, my god, he wants to be handsome and make me cry!!"

"You're not talking nonsense. If this kind of male god can't see it, then I must be blind, right? But which son is this, why haven't I heard of it before?"

"Yeah... hey, do you think he looks like a mixed race, tall and handsome, with nice eyes, a straight nose, and even his lips are so flattered, he must be, maybe not long ago I just came back, but I don’t know where I went to get so tan..."

"What's wrong with being black? A little black is more attractive to a man. I think, young and old is too white. Would you like to let you go with a man who is whiter than you?"

"Oh, you've missed the point! Shouldn't the most rare thing be his figure? I bet he's at least [-], and his figure is superb! Did you see his looming chest muscle line just now? ..."

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"Afghanistan..." Nanfeng couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief when he heard the speculation about his identity outside, and silently complained, wondering if he would be regarded as one of those Brother from a family.Fortunately, his frontal photos haven't been released yet, maybe he should thank You Ran for choosing the clothes and style for him.

Just as he was thinking about it, You Ran, who had been looking at the slowly closing elevator door with a sullen face, turned around and stretched out his hand towards his chest...

At this time, two of the buttons that had been undone originally were snapped back at once. Nan Feng is now mostly used to Youran's strange behavior from time to time, so he stood up obediently and let him "handle him up and down".

On the contrary, Secretary Wu who was standing next to the two of them felt very strange. He had been the secretary beside Mr. Mo for more than [-] years. A kid who would button up his friends.

"Youran, this is..."

Upon hearing this, Nanfeng became a little nervous, and hurriedly replied, "Hi, my name is..."

"Qin Bei. The future assistant to the president." You Ran suddenly loosened her brows that had been frowning impatiently, and smiled mischievously, "But for now, he's still just my assistant."

"Hehe," Secretary Wu didn't feel embarrassed at You Ran's interception, and still smiled, "Of course it is. Presumably this friend is probably a classmate You Ran brought back from the United States?"

"Yeah. But being able to read doesn't mean you can do things. I see that you are much better, Uncle Wu, or you can follow the example of Special Assistant Chen and apply for a downgrade from Mr. Mo to be my special assistant? "

"Cough cough," first gestured "Please" to Youran, and signaled the opened elevator door, Secretary Wu said softly, "The current company is no different than before, the walls have ears, you better be careful."

Leisurely raised her eyebrows, and walked out of the elevator first without responding.

Next, Secretary Wu was still leading the way, and Youran's footsteps became slower and slower, until... Secretary Wu disappeared around a corner, and Youran stopped Nanfeng's cuffs.

Nanfeng couldn't see his little movement, turned his face and asked softly subconsciously, "What do you want to do?"

Turning around and walking back leisurely, she also turned her head to meet Nan Feng's gaze, "Aren't you curious? I heard that that trash Shen Xi has become the regional manager of some branch."

Nan Feng glanced at the corner of his mouth, he wanted to say that he was really not curious, but if he really said that, this little public opinion would probably be blown up again... It seemed that something suddenly came to Nan Feng's mind. Get interested, "Hey, by the way, what's the difference between the assistant and special assistant you mentioned to Secretary Wu just now?"

I thought Youran would not care about it, and would probably be perfunctory, but when he heard this, he glanced back at him with some surprise, and asked, "Oh? You want to be a special assistant?" Pretty big.

"Do not......"

"Will it be public relations?"

Nan Feng pursed his lips, silently swallowed the "no" that he hadn't said yet, and continued to reply, "No."

"Normal, so the classification and filing of files will always be done?"

"...archive?"

"..." You Ran was taken aback, then she frowned slightly and bit her lip, showing a bit of annoyance, he should have said it more simply.

Looking at Youran's expression, Nan Feng also suddenly began to reflect on whether he was really ignorant, but the next moment, Nan Feng was completely stunned on the spot.

You Ranwu pressed his hand on Nan Feng's head, and gently rubbed Nan Feng's short hair that had been weathered by wind and sand, which was not soft at all. Fuckingly, "Don't worry, even if you are asked to be a life assistant, your salary will definitely not be less than that of any special assistant."

Nan Fengmo, turned sideways and planned to continue walking, he felt that he should stop looking for sins at Lingling's place...

Unexpectedly, before taking two steps, Nanfeng's left wrist was pulled back by Youran, and at the same time, the door of the office on the left side of Youran was also knocked gently by him——

Nanfeng raised his head and glanced at the small sign by the door, but unexpectedly found that there was nothing written on it, or in other words, there was something written on it before, but the traces of the writing on it were clearly removed, it turned out to be the office of the general manager ..what?

A group of three, Youran buckled twice in a row, but there was no response from inside the door. Obviously, Youran, who was also patiently trying to fight back with her strength, almost frowned. When she saw the door was locked With that, leisurely got on her feet.

Soon, in the next second, the sharp metal sound of a high-quality door lock imported from Germany being kicked reverberated on the top floor of Mo's headquarters, but it's hard to say who kicked it... .

Nanfeng looked at Youran's expression of desperately enduring the pain with a distressed face, and asked cautiously, "Does it hurt...?"

Seeing Youran looked away and lowered his head, gritted his teeth and pushed the door to go in, Nanfeng couldn't see his expression clearly, so he could only continue to add, "Well, Lingling, in fact... if you kick the door, aim at the lock... ...."