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Bai Shiyan spent one night sorting out the huge sum of money he owed. 659 still owes 1000 points, even if he completes the task of this world, he still doesn't know it. Morang still owes nearly [-] yuan. Bai Shiyan decided to work hard and get close to Morang, otherwise he always felt that he would complete it in three years. Can't do the task.

As soon as Bai Shiyan entered the company, Supervisor Ruan asked him to send the documents to the fourth floor.

In fact, Bai Shiyan refused, but he was afraid of losing this opportunity to get close to Mo Lang, so he could only hang his head upstairs.

Moran was an oddball, and the whole company knew it.The presidents of the people set up their offices on the top floor or higher, but Moran stubbornly set them on the fourth floor, and there was no alarm system on the floor, which made Bai Shiyan accidentally break into the toilet when he first came here.

This body had no memory of the fourth floor, and Bai Shiyan didn't know it, so it could only wander around.

After walking for five or six minutes, I saw a fully transparent office, and Moran was sitting in it.

Bai Shiyan gently knocked on the door. "Mr. Mo."

Moran raised his head from the document, the gold-rimmed glasses on his tall nose slipped slightly, and Moran's sharp and distant eyes just looked over the glasses to Bai Shiyan.

Bai Shiyan used to think that this kind of gold-rimmed glasses was only worn by the nouveau riche old man Bai, but he didn't expect that such tacky glasses would fit so perfectly on the bridge of Moran's nose.

Sven scum.

Bai Shiyan only had these four words in his mind.

"Bring it."

Only then did Bai Shiyan hand over the document in his hand for him to sign.

What Moron took was a tens of thousands of pens from Aurora.Bai Shiyan still remembered that the old man had wanted to buy this model for a long time before, but he was told that only nobles from aristocratic families could have the temperament of this model, so he gave up.Mo Lang took the black and gold pen and wrote his name on the document like flowing water. Bai Shiyan felt very comfortable in his heart. He couldn't describe the feeling, but he felt that his soul had been sublimated.

Moran signed, closed the document and handed it to him.Bai Shiyan was stunned for a while, then took it, bowed slightly and prepared to leave.

"Did you bring any money?"

Bai Shiyan stopped abruptly, "What?"

Moran looked at him with his chin in his hands, "Didn't you owe me the money for dinner last night?"

Bai Shiyan couldn't hold back and gave him a supercilious look.Such a rich person, why is he always holding on to the thousand dollars?

"Hehe... I was in a hurry to go out today, I forgot to bring it..."

Before Mo Lang could speak, Bai Shiyan hurriedly changed the topic.

"President, why don't you have a secretary? I see that the tables outside are all empty. How bad would it be if someone trespassed on your office?"

Mo Lang fixed a glance at him, and when Bai Shiyan felt so embarrassed that he was about to find a crack in the ground, he finally spoke.

"Yes. So, you can be my secretary."

As a result, Bai Shiyan was able to turn right in an instant under the envious eyes of everyone, and went to the fourth floor to become the overbearing president's little secretary.

But no one told him that there was someone in that position originally, but the female secretary was sent out to work by Morang that day. little manager.

Bai Shiyan still looks decent as a secretary.The monthly salary of this job is nearly [-], and there are many benefits. Bai Shiyan simply thanked Morang's eighteenth generation ancestors.

Mo Lang is a meticulous person, what Bai Shiyan has to do is to clean his office spotlessly before he comes, seeing a speck of dust will make the CEO unhappy all day long.Usually, few people come up to the fourth floor, and Bai Shiyan doesn't need to receive anyone, and he doesn't even need to send documents. Apart from cleaning, he just sits there and plays games every day. He is so relaxed that he can't believe it.

As soon as Moran walked to the door, he saw that in the clean and bright office, his little secretary was lying on the table to help him arrange the documents.

The jeans he was wearing today seemed a little tight, but bending over like this wrapped his little ass tightly.Mo Lang suddenly felt his throat dry and hot, and couldn't help coughing out lightly.

Bai Shiyan hurriedly got up when he heard the voice, and greeted him respectfully.

"President, it's so early today."

Moran walked in, threw the bag in his arms into his arms, and lightly pulled his tie.

"Turn the heat down a bit."

Bai Shiyan was a little dazed, the temperature isn't that high... He looked at his suit again, and couldn't help complaining, who told you to wear a suit, you deserve it for being so hot.

Mo Lang looked at Bai Shiyan and turned to adjust the temperature.His t-shirt today should have been worn for a long time, there is no pattern on the back, almost no color, he can even see the black belt on the little secretary's waist.

A feeling of thirst came, Moran looked away, picked up the cup on the table and poured it into his mouth.

What's the matter today, he always feels hot.

All morning, Mo Lang didn't read the documents much, and when Qing Yan called, he was actually distracted by staring at the little secretary lying outside.

"Brother? Brother? Did you hear that?"

Moran was called back to his senses by her and pretended to be calm. "Well, you say."

Gu Qingyan sighed on the other end of the phone, "I said, for your birthday tonight, you must remember to come to the hotel and bring a present!"

Moran's pen was scribbling on the paper, and he responded lightly, "Yes, I see."

Gu Qingyan listened to the busy tone coming from the phone on the other end of the phone, with a strange look on her face.

The man next to her pushed her down, "What's wrong? Are you unhappy?"

Gu Qingyan glanced at him coldly, slapped his hands away from her body, put on her clothes and walked out of the gate.

Moran hung up the phone and looked at the picture on the document, blushing suddenly, crumpled the document into a ball and threw it into the trash can.

On the black and white document, there is a figure of a person crouching on the table.

Sitting in his seat, Bai Shiyan was really bored. He had nothing to do except cleaning, he could only lie on the table, and he didn't dare to play games. He was really suffocated.Before, he thought about asking the old man Bai to arrange a position for him in the company, but he was dismissed by that old hag with a house.Bai Shiyan knew that the witch was most afraid of getting her hands on the Bai family's property, but he was also happy to be idle. Although he had imagined the feeling of sitting in an office, he decided that it was better to be a dude than to be watched by the old witch.

Now that he has truly become a white-collar worker, he feels uncomfortable.

The phone rang suddenly, and Bai Shiyan quickly picked it up.

"Hello, this is the secretary's office of the president of MJ."

The person on the other end of the phone seemed to smile slightly, "Come in."

Bai Shiyan turned his head to look at Mo Lang who was sitting inside in surprise, and was so embarrassed that he wanted to find a crack in the ground to get in.

Mo Lang saw his little secretary coming in dejectedly through the transparent glass, but shook his head and chuckled.

"President, are you calling me?"

His voice was lost and lifeless.

"Don't you know that the phone on your desk is my connection here?"

"…I have no idea…"

"Yes, you just came. You do something for me."

Almost instantly, Bai Shiyan raised his head, his eyes were shining.Moran felt a little hot all over his body when he saw him, and coughed twice unconsciously.

"You help me match a formal suit according to your own frame."

Bai Shiyan was taken aback, he was a little smaller than Mo Lang, why did he buy this type of formal suit?

"President, are you going to give someone away?"

"That's right. You go quickly." As he said, Moran had already handed over a black card.

Bai Shiyan recognized this kind of card. Hearing that this kind of card has unlimited overdraft, Bai Shiyan almost trembled and took it respectfully.

"Yes, the task is guaranteed to be completed!"

Looking at Bai Shiyan's cheerful back, Mo Lang lowered his head again to look at the documents.

Ten minutes later, Moran's file was still on that page.

Bai Shiyan took the card and was instantly happy like a child.

"659, I'm rich!"

System: "That's the money of the target person. Corruption, according to the laws of this world, will be caught."

"I said you are really disappointing. Who wants to embezzle? Didn't he, Morang, ask me to go shopping? I'm on a business trip! What's wrong with using some money for the business trip?"

System: "As long as you are happy."

Then, Bai Shiyan was thrown out.

After looking around at the luxury floor, Bai Shiyan still didn't like it.He never wore a suit before, but now he was asked to match one, he was a little confused.

For the whole afternoon, Bai Shiyan spent time on that floor, looking left and right, and finally got a complete set.

Bai Shiyan was just about to go back to the company, but received a call from Morang.

"President, I bought it!"

"where?"

"Well... I'm at the gate of Huayi International in front of the company."

"Stand still."

Bai Shiyan stood there obediently without moving.

Moran drove his own car tonight.

Bai Shiyan got into the car and sat in the co-pilot consciously.

Moran looked at him sideways, with an unexpected look.

"Then what, President, don't get me wrong... I think if you sit in the back, you seem to be very alienated. I'm afraid that others will mistake you for the driver, so I decided to sit in the front."

Mo Lang turned to drive and spoke lightly. "Stay away..."

Bai Shiyan was taken aback, could it be that my purpose of getting close to him was too obvious?He hurriedly explained, "I didn't mean that, I mean after all, I have a subordinate relationship with the president, and I haven't alienated that much..."

"Ah."

It was just a word, Bai Shiyan looked at the data on his head with some panic, but luckily he didn't go back up.

"President, where are we going?"

"banquet."

"Banquet? From our partner?"

"No. It's Qing Yan's birthday party."

Bai Shiyan was discouraged almost instantly.

"President... you are not... let me go too..."

"Yes."

"I...it seems inappropriate for me to go..."

"You are my secretary, I say yes."

"Then... this suit..."

"You go to the hotel to change in a while."

Hearing what he said, Bai Shiyan still couldn't hold back, and said tremblingly, "Then... this suit is yours or mine..."

Mo Lang didn't seem to expect him to say such a sentence, and he had to hold back his laughter when he wanted to. In Bai Shiyan's eyes, it was an extremely ugly expression.

He was startled, and quickly shrank to the window without speaking.

The car drove to the hotel under the name of Mo's family.This is the most luxurious place in the magic city, and anyone who can hold a banquet here is either rich or expensive.

Mo Lang drove the car to the door and got out of the car first, followed closely by Bai Shiyan.

"I'll take you to change clothes first."

Bai Shiyan was feeling depressed, he had already bought this suit relatively cheap after comparing it, but if he knew that it would be up to him in the end, he might as well just go to the small market and just pick up a suit.

Mo Lang has always had a suite here, he opened the door to let Bai Shiyan in, and he stood in front of the French windows.

After changing into his suit, Bai Shiyan made a fuss about himself, dipped in some water and stroked his frizzy hair.

Bai Shiyan in the mirror looked a lot more serious, but Bai Shiyan always had the illusion that he was a victim.

When Bai Shiyan came out of the bathroom, Moran was standing by the window smoking a cigarette.

Bai Shiyan doesn't smoke because he is afraid of death.But in the end he died without smoking a cigarette.

Moran looks so...beautiful smoking.He couldn't find other words to describe it.It seemed that no matter what vulgarity happened to him, it was always appropriate and beautiful.

Moran saw him from the window, turned around but could not speak.The person standing in front of him didn't seem to be the little secretary dozing on the table, but a handsome young man.

"The clothes fit well."

"Ah...thank you..."

Moran turned his eyes, put the cigarette in the ashtray and squeezed it out. "Let's go."