Secretary Kong wants to retire early

After getting along for a long time, Kung Kaen's eyes inevitably fell on the beautifully shaped butt.

Over [-] years old, other men are getting more and more playful as they get older. Appreciating beauties can be the greatest pleasure in daily life, second only to a group of old men getting together to brag.

Kung Jing thought that he was different in private, that he was an ordinary office worker who, after being dumped by his predecessor, decided to make do with the increasingly hot mobile phone he had been using for four or five years.

Who knows that he can't be exempt from the custom, in the long-lost leisure, he sees new cuties three hundred times a day, and he will be the crowning man without hesitation.

It is said that beauty is hated every day, but Cen Jian is a rare good-looking beauty, from the hair to the little toes, she looks good.

What's more, the farts that girls and gays will like, the arc is astounding, very top-notch.

Youth hormones are powerful killers.

The weather gradually became hotter, and the linen underwear that Cen Jian always wore couldn't be worn anymore.

During the lunch break, he lifted up his trousers, exposing his slender but strong ankles, and bit his lower lip lightly, insisting on folding the trousers neatly.

It's an OCD.

Kong Jing just looked at him like this, looking at him, the mobile phone in his hand was no longer fragrant, and there was no better cat watching Twolegs go to the toilet.

Cen Jian lay down on another folding chair, and soon his breathing became deep and long, and the hem of his clothes rose and fell, revealing a small section of his white waist.

Anyone who reads it will want to grasp it a little bit, the palms fit together, and the seam fits perfectly.

Kong Jing couldn't help but look again, and then couldn't bear to wake Cen Jian up, reminding him: "Don't be greedy for cold, you'll catch a cold."

Cen Jian rubbed his sleepy eyes, sat up, and regained consciousness, his body was covered with a thin blanket, full of strange but familiar aura.

It is the taste of Khon Kaen.

Unlike Wu Mian's harsh feeling, Kong Jing's family burns old sandalwood all the year round, so it also has a smell on him. It is not spicy, but mild and mellow, making people feel like being wrapped in it.

The boyfriend is full of power, and the security index is max.

Kong Jing lent his air-conditioning blanket to the other party, but saw Cen Jian's nose twitching, like a little milk cat who had just entered the house and recognized the smell.

Kong Jing was suddenly a little ashamed.

The newcomer didn't speak for a long time, could it be because he hates the smell of the blanket?

Kong Jing thought about it for a while, and he didn't care.

If you don't like it, how can you hate it?

Cen Jian pulled up the blanket with both hands, covering himself more tightly, even covering his face and ankles, and laying down again, a muffled voice came from it: "Thank you."

Kong Jing saw a smear of black, and felt that Cen Jian was talking to him with the back of his head.

Weird young man, not even so frank in thanking him.

Except for the quiet time during the lunch break, Cen Jian always seemed very busy, walking with long legs, coming and going like the wind, running in various departments, more like a secretary who worked for the boss than Kung Kaen.

Also in and out of the president's office from time to time.

Cen Jian talked to Wu Mian as usual, he would tilt his head when he had questions, his eyes were bright when he wanted to understand the problem, and he looked the most beautiful when he smiled, as if his eyes were filled with the light of stars, and his dark eyes were also soft. smile.

Every move, from Khon Kaen's point of view, is of the flirtatious kind.

Although not deliberate, it is natural.

acid.

Although Cen Jian would bring him bear biscuits every day, it was Kung Kaen's favorite flavor.

Although when Cen Jian asked questions, his attitude was like spring breeze turning into rain, and he was gentler than others.

Although Cen Jian always secretly looked at him.

however!

The four characters of "differential treatment" were deeply engraved into the depths of Khon's soul and hurt his eyes.

Thinking not to engrave everything into DNA, Secretary Kong, who was counting down to retirement, wanted to tear up some newspapers to calm down.

This nasty little bitch!Double standard!Two faces!

The newcomer didn't look back, he seemed to have talked a lot with the president, and he only used his back to kill Secretary Kong crazily.

If she didn't flirt with Wu Mian, maybe it was a habit formed over time.

The intercom phone rang disconcertingly. It was Iris' call.Kung Kaen calmed down and went to do other things.

Not long after, Kong Jing went to the finance department, and then came back to report to Wu Mian.

The president, who is loved by the company's employees, has already combed his back hair. He is wearing his most expensive and shining custom-made Wedgwood on his tie. With a smile on his lips, he said playfully to Cen Jian: "You told me there is still If you don’t understand, let Secretary Kong lead you, he is my chief secretary, nothing can trouble him.”

Khon Kaen secretly slandered, yes, usually I do 90.00% of your work, you should be my secretary, and I will take the position of president and CEO.

Kong Jing's eyes met those of Cen Jian who turned his head.

Cen Jian looked at Kong Jing and opened his mouth, but he could only say "Yes" for a long time.

It looks exactly the same as the one who turned his fart up and occasionally lifted his ankle, so young.

Kong Jing's mind echoed with his own sneer, what kind of cowardly rookie in the workplace.

The response elsewhere was incomparably vivid.

Seeing Cen Jian's half-open lips and the bright red tip of his tongue inside his lips, a secret itchy feeling shot up from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

Kong Jing felt that he had been struck by lightning, and the lightning struck him in a string of ridicule, and lowered his head.

I thought that after being cheated on by a scumbag ex, I would be able to feel calm for three to five years.It hasn't been a year yet, and he unexpectedly became interested in this little rookie.

No, it’s still the same sentence, Yu Nu Wu Gua, retire early.

Kong Jing's macho heart was ruthlessly crushed by himself, and his mind was a little confused. When the words came to his lips, he said to Cen Jian: "Good boy."

After he finished speaking, he paused, and quickly apologized to Cen Jian: "I'm sorry, I'm used to talking at home, and I haven't changed my words for a while."

Cen Jian's eyes collided with Kong Jing's, and he realized that the "beautiful" was not meant for Wu Mian, but for him.

Both of them were a little embarrassed, and they didn't know where to put their eyes, so they looked at Wu Mian who was on the leather seat with his legs up and his chin propped up.

The president who was caught between them still had the domineering look in his hands, only the twitching twitch of the corner of his mouth revealing his true desire to see a good show in his heart.

In order to prevent the awkward atmosphere from spreading, Kong Jing took a deep breath and added a sentence in a steady tone: "I'm sorry, you are very similar to my Vienna, and you have a conditioned reflex."

After Wu Mian heard this, he also laughed haha: "It's quite similar when you say that."

Cen Jian was stunned, his gentle peach blossom eyes were full of doubts.

Vienna?

It was the first time someone said that he looked like a place name.

Just when they wanted to ask some more business matters, they were both pushed out of the office by Wu Mian, who lost interest.

Cen Jian still showed a shy look towards Kong Jing, "I'm really sorry, please."

Even Kung Jing, who couldn't help being soured by the respectful words, repeatedly waved his hands and said, "I've been taking you with me for a while, it doesn't matter if you just call him brother."

Cen Jian opened his mouth in a nasty voice, and only halfway through the pronunciation of "brother", his hair was messed up by the senior who was about to leave office.

Kung King smiled at him, his ordinary face added a touch of a mature man's flavor because of his professional smile: "Don't think too much, just treat me with a more natural attitude, I won't say anything to others."

Cen Jian blushed on one side of his ear, and quickly covered it with a document. From the perspective of the people on the other side of the corridor, it looked like a kiss was covering his face.

Everyone whispered, always feeling that there must be jq in it.

The instigator patted the other person's head, his joy index soared, and he asked Cen Jian again in a good-tempered manner: "You understand what I said, don't be restrained."

The tone is like a worried old father.

Cen Jian was puzzled, but nodded in response, and returned to his work station with his hair like a bird's nest, still looking like a wandering spirit floating in the sky. Bubbles of girlish hearts filled the office, and even the air It also turned pink.

Wu Mian saw the whole process through the glass, especially the mouth shape of Cen Jian calling "Brother".

The domineering president's calm personality couldn't hold back, and he was so angry that he vomited blood.

Well, you Khon Kaen, did you get on so soon? ?