married with son

Mouth: "You haven't gone to work yet, why am I in a hurry."

"I'm the general manager."

"..."

"The working hours of the head office are the same as those of the branches. I will not drive you there, and the distance from home to the company is not short. I hope you will not be late."

The corners of Xiang Chen's eyes twitched unconsciously: "I still want to send Bei Bei..."

"I can deliver it for you."

Scanning the cartoon watch, Xiang Chen jumped off the bed and ran out the door in a few steps, counting the time in his mouth: "From here to the city center... Mother, how can I get there in four or ten minutes!!! "

Hearing the panic of jumping up and down outside finally calmed down, An Che yawned, he was going to work too, and Xiang Beibei slept soundly, An Che felt that there was no need to wake him up, put on his clothes, and wrapped the child up. Under the quilt, he picked up the clothes and shoes, and put them directly into the car. Teacher Xiao Fang stood at the school gate and kept looking down at his watch, his face as black as carbon: "It hasn't been delivered yet! How irresponsible! !"

A burst of sudden braking pierced the eardrums. Teacher Xiao Fang stared at the shiny black car in front of him. Before he could react, something was stuffed into his arms... Then there were schoolbags, clothes and shoes...

"This……"

An Che threw the things into the little teacher's arms, turned and walked to the car: "I brought Beibei here, I hope you don't wake him up."

Teacher Xiao Fang was furious: "What kind of attitude is this!! The child is here for class, not for sleep!!!"

An Che raised his eyebrows: "You can't deprive a child of the right to sleep."

"Sleep home and go to sleep!!"

"You sent it here."

"You...you are unreasonable!!"

"Sorry, I have to go to work."

Seeing the tail of the car drifting away, Teacher Xiao Fang was frustrated for a while. Xiang Beibei woke up early, squinted his eyes and peeked for a long time. clothes, murmured dreamily: "I like Teacher Fang the most...I like Little Class A the most..."

Teacher Xiao Fang looked at the child in her arms, and suddenly felt an unprecedented sense of mission, she wanted to save the child!

It was exactly nine o'clock when Xiang Chen arrived at An's gate, looking up at the building with dozens of floors, Xiang Chen was silly: "In a few decades, this will belong to my son!"

Taking the resume to find the HR department, the interviewer is a fat head and bald head, Xiang Chen has the idea of ​​asking the sky angrily, why do all the leaders sitting in the top positions look like this!A good-looking talent like him will be reduced to selling his son for a living...

The bald man looked Xiang Chen up and down: "What position are you interviewing for?" The latter blurted out without thinking, "Secretary to the general manager."

"You?" The bald head looked down at the resume again: "You, who studied environmental protection, can become the secretary of the general manager?"

Xiang Chen swept the hair on his forehead: "It doesn't matter what you learn... I have confidence in this job. With my experience in the An's branch for so many years and my understanding of Mr. An..."

The bald manager threw his resume on the table: "Bachelor's degree, environmental protection, if you want to work in Anshi, you can, and the cleaning department will report it, otherwise just go ahead."

Xiang Chen brushed his hair, smiled with the corners of his mouth curled up, raised his hand to look at the watch, and deliberately pulled up the sleeves so that the whole piece was exposed, the shiny golden piece caught the eyes of the bald manager, this watch... Why are you so familiar?

Xiang Chen lowered his head regretfully, took out his phone from his pocket, and looked at the phone screen with regret: "Honey, I've been rejected again... I know I'm not good enough for you, I'd better go home ..." stood up and bowed: "Thank you."

Walking to the bald manager, the mobile phone in his hand accidentally dropped on the ground, but Xiang Chen didn't seem to have heard of it. The bald manager squatted down to pick it up, and was taken aback when he saw the picture on it. He quickly stood up and called Xiang Chen: "Mr. Xiang, your mobile phone... and work matters, we are talking slowly."

15

15. Good man, Populus euphratica...

An Che was processing the documents in his hand, raised his hand to pick up the cup in front of him, and when it was empty, he frowned slightly, and connected to the internal line: "Susan, bring in the meeting documents for the afternoon, and I'm pouring a cup of hot coffee."

After a few minutes, the steaming coffee was served on the table, but An Che didn't look up: "Where are the documents?"

"I don't know where to put it..."

An Che was startled by the movement in his hand, then raised his head with a frown: "Why are you here?"

Xiang Chen grinned: "Ah, I forgot to tell Mr. An... I passed the interview... The position is your secretary..."

An Che picked up the coffee on the table and took a sip: "I should consider firing the examiner from the HR department."

"Mr. An, I have strength!"

"Hopefully I can find out sooner."

He didn't do anything all morning except serve a cup of coffee. Xiang Chen had never seen An Che at work. Xiang Chen was a bit at a loss for words. He was really not good at describing men and praising men. He thought about An Che's appearance for a long time but couldn't There is only one word to describe it. Sitting in the coffee shop downstairs, he laughed. He discovered An Che's advantages. Apart from being rich, he also discovered An Che's own advantages. Serious...serious men are the most charming!This is a good sign, and it is the beginning of two people getting to know each other and loving each other...

When Hu Yang came in, he saw Xiang Chen smiling towards the air. Hu Yang didn't like this flamboyant man, not only because of his personality, but also because of An Che.

An Che's new love... a new love with a son who likes women...

He raised his steps and walked in front of Xiang Chen: "Can I sit down?"

Xiang Chen looked up: "Wild cat?"

Veins appeared on Hu Yang's forehead, and he tried his best to restrain the urge to throw a fist and introduced himself through gritted teeth: "My name is Hu Yang."

Xiang Chen looked at the empty seat opposite and continued to drink coffee, Hu Yang gritted his teeth: "Can I sit down?!"

Xiang Chen blinked and smiled: "No."

"You!" Regardless of Xiang Chentong's agreement or not, Hu Yang sat across from him and said, "Peacock, I want to talk to you."

Xiang Chen shrank his shoulders: "I'll give you half an hour, I still have to go to work."

"Are you in An's?"

"Ah... small employee, secretary to the general manager."

Hu Yang slapped the table on the table: "I didn't ask what your position is! Peacock! What are you showing off!! Wait...General Manager...Secretary?"

"kindness."

Hu Yang was stunned, and the expression on his face gradually became lonely: "Is he... in love with you..."

Xiang Chen took a sip of coffee and shook his head: "No."

"Then...how did you work in An's? An Che, he would never let his lover work in An's...Are you...are you special? "

Xiang Chen smiled and looked at the pained person on the opposite side: "It should be counted... I have the capital to enter An's."

"What capital?"

"I graduated from Harvard."

"..."

Hu Yang looked at Chen with a slightly changed expression: It turns out...he is highly educated, and his son...can help Anche in everything. How can I compare myself to him...a little dance teacher... …

His eyes were a little sour, and he raised his left hand to gently cover his eyes: "Am I completely out of the game..."

Xiang Chen suppressed a smile to comfort the frustrated man: "Wild cat, you don't have to be sad... You can't force things like love, or if you leave this door, you will meet someone who belongs to you for the rest of your life."

Hu Yang rubbed his reddened eyes and stared at Xiang Chen in a daze: "I'm convinced if I lose to you...but you don't love An Che..."

Xiang Chen looked at the coffee cup and thought for a while: "He has something I love..."

"That's wrong! There is no love between you, and this kind of life will ruin both of you! Peacock, do you like men?"

Xiang Chen swept the hair in front of his eyes: "I haven't tried it yet, but I really don't object." In other words, he has never objected to money.

Hu Yang held his chin with one hand and thought for a while: "In this case...you wait for me here after get off work at night, and I will bring you something."

Looking at Populus euphratica who got up and walked away, Xiang Chen suddenly felt that he was a good man, for the sake of the one he loved, he helped the rival in love, maybe because of the depth of love, it doesn't matter if he gets it or not, the important thing is the other party To be happy, Xiang Chen can't understand Hu Yang's feelings, maybe he won't be able to understand them all his life. In a sense, he is the same as An Che, seemingly passionate but actually ruthless. Of course, Xiang Chen will never admit that he is ruthless, he will only say Love yourself.

An Che during working hours would not pay special attention to Xiang Chen's every move, and it was not necessary. The proposal to let Xiang Chen come to work in An's was really to make him restrain himself, and he really didn't care about the personal education mentioned earlier. null.

The meeting started at three o'clock and ended at five o'clock. I looked at my watch and it was already off-duty time. I suddenly thought of the new male secretary who arrived today. When I connected to the internal line, a familiar female voice came from the opposite side: "Mr. An, Hello, is there anything I need?"

"Where is Xiang Chen?"

"Oh, he left right after work."

"okay, I get it."

Get up and get dressed, pick up the documents on the table and put them in the bag, he is going to pick up Beibei.

Sitting at noon, Xiang Chen stared at a table of books, periodicals and CDs, and Hu Yang flipped through them: "The above are philology, just novels, about GAY, and the bottom is pictorial, what Longyang 48 style 72 strokes of broken sleeves, these are CDs, go back and read more, it will help you physically and mentally."

The corners of Xiang Chen's eyes twitched, and he tremblingly picked up a CD. On the cover was a dark man hugging a fair boy, with his eyes slightly closed and his face full of intoxication, Hu Yang poked his neck and took a look: "Aesthetic, by the way. Harvard graduates must know English, these are Europe and the United States