Make sand sculptures, President!

Towards the end of the year, workers from all walks of life are desperately trying to catch up with their performance. Real estate agencies and loan centers are scrambling for sales calls early in the morning, as if whoever is a second late will lose favor and be thrown into limbo. Mr. Sha kept pinching him; what was even more terrible was that the takeaway boy used the battery car as a Maserati and flew directly to the ground, and almost scratched Mr. Sha's luxurious mount on the way to work.

I'm so bored!

He managed to get the year-end award today and forced him to drive to his secretary.

My dear, you have suffered!

Xiao Sha always caressed the invisible scars on his precious car back and forth in the underground garage, wishing to say "Dad loves you so much".

"Xiao Sha, it's time to go up." Secretary Xiang pulled the other party's back collar, slipped up the boss who was kneeling on the ground and was almost about to kiss the car body, and took out a silk handkerchief that smelled of jasmine green tea from his trouser pocket and handed it to him. He wiped away unwarranted tears, "My eyes were swollen from crying early in the morning. Later, the old shareholders on the board of directors should blame me for not taking good care of you, and I have become disloyal to the company again."

Xiao Sha always turned his head three times at a time, and walked out of the struggle and sorrow when the white lady and Xu Xian parted, so realistic that Secretary Xiang wanted to conjure up a cassock to put on it, hold a bowl, and then separate the two entangled hand.

Unbearable, Secretary Xiang finally stopped sticking to the company rules and dragged him to the corner of the elevator against the wishes of his boss, where he cruelly separated Mr. Sha from his beloved horse Fahai.

Ding dong, the elevator arrival notification sounded, and Mr. Sha restrained his expression, gathered his brows together, lowered the corners of his mouth, raised his hand to smooth out the wrinkled suit in front of him, and raised his legs to step into the car.

What a perfect Bingshanleng CEO should have the pretense of pretending to be B, completely missing the limp and weeping appearance just now.

After more than a week of getting along seamlessly, I thought I was used to my boss jumping back and forth between Mr. Sha and the idiot to the secretary, but I couldn't help rolling my eyes when I pressed the floor button.

... This is no longer Sichuan Opera Face Changing, this must be Transformers.

When Secretary Xiang accompanied Mr. Sha out of the conference hall, the sun had already set in the west.It's the end of the year, and it's really busy to report on work and look forward to the housework with the old uncles, but after finishing the business, Xiaosha still has the style of "calling my secretary for interpersonal relationship matters" , Self-motivation is not high, a state of ready to shut down and leave work at all times.

It's not that he's not sociable, but it's that this kind of trick is nothing more than a son and daughter sales meeting in the end, and everyone talks about their children's heaven and earth, wishing they could hug their grandchildren on the spot.Xiaosha is always annoyed, and habitually pulls the secretary out to deal with it.

After finally getting out and returning to the office, Mr. Sha loosened his tie. He felt that it was a bit tight, so he had to take the next best thing and tore off the discipline buckle that was not allowed to be opened in the company, muttering: "Why are you so tight today? ..."

After finishing speaking, the pen in the secretary's hand fell to the ground with a clacking sound on the wooden countertop.

What is my boss hinting at me?

I'm tight?Where is it tight?Chrysanthemum?I can't use it there, of course it's tight!

Pushing the glasses that were about to slide down to the secretary pretending to be calm, the corner of the mouth curled up in a slightly sinister way: "What did you say?"

It was only then that Mr. Sha realized that he had missed a word, and pretended to be calm and explained: "I mean, why are you so tight today!"

Because the lips turned too fast, the fourth sound became the first sound, and the words became "the chicken is so tight" in the ears of the two of them.

The eyes of Secretary Xiang and Mr. Sha moved to Secretary Xiang's crotch at the same time, and a shape that could not bear to look was faintly outlined under the high-grade fabric with almost no folds.

The unbearable to look at here refers to big!Not that the shape is bad!

Moreover, Mr. Xiao subconsciously noticed that there was no unevenness in the triangular area of ​​the secretary. When he went up the stairs just now, he did not see any strangle marks on the secretary's buttocks, so he was wearing...

As soon as the word "thong" came out, I realized that the secretary was a boring little boss, and my ears turned red.

He silently said "See no evil" and took half a step away, shouting:

"I'm talking about the department! The department! The department!"

"I didn't pay attention to your chicken!"

There is no higher level of 300 taels of silver here than this.

Secretary Xiang watched Mr. Sha covering his face, eyes, and ears, jumping around like an octopus, and sighed helplessly.

Mr. Xiao Sha is always so good at making fun of himself as a hooligan. Obviously he hasn't done anything yet, his hips are covered, his butt is not pushed up, and his steps are not taken. As a result, Mr. Sha starts to explode on the spot.

Is this fighting cattle across the mountain?

To the secretary: "Mr. Sha."

Mr. Sha: "It's not a chicken, it's not a chicken, it's not a chicken."

To the secretary: "..."

I know it's not, can you talk properly!

Taking a few steps forward to the secretary, he tore off Mr. Sha's hands who were still covering Ke Yun's head, squeezed his wrists tightly, and placed them around his waist.This gesture looks like an intimate hug to outsiders.

"Don't make trouble." Secretary Xiang looked down at Mr. Sha's upturned nose, feeling a little itchy, "I know you don't mean that now."

Ask the secretary to tell Xiao Sha not to make trouble, but Xiao Sha is about to make trouble.

how?What he said, he doesn't mean it now, will he have it in the future?Look at this determined tone, it's too ordinary and confident!

In Mr. Sha's eyes, Secretary Xiang is doing the most beautiful pheasant and the most coquettish scene at the moment.

You have everything I have, what is rare!If you want to see it, you can just take off your own pants. Why do you want to take off the secretary's pants?

Secretary Xiang actually fancied that he would treat him from "no such worldly desire. Character!

He is noble, the secretary has no chance!

Two roast chickens appeared in front of Mr. Sha, and one of them kicked up the big, burnt chicken leg and kicked the other, with two large characters: Get out!

However, Xiaosha is not flexible enough to kick his legs, so he can only settle for the next best thing, using his diamond-encrusted handmade leather custom-made leather shoes to insult the mass-produced assembly-line leather shoes of a certain light luxury brand on the feet of the secretary.

Mr. Xiaosha stared angrily: "You let go!"

Frowning reluctantly to the secretary: "You put your legs down first."

"Let go!"

"Let's go!"

"Dangdang!"

The sound of the document falling to the ground broke the boring tug-of-war at the elementary school level. The president and the secretary turned their heads one after another, and saw Xiao Liu who was shaking at the door like he had been stripped and thrown outside in a snowy day.

"Xiao Sha, Mr. Zong, Mr. Zong, Mr. Zong... Let me ask you if you will go to the team building organized by our president tonight..."

Xiao Liu, who was holding the door frame, was about to cry.

He just lost the lottery and was pushed to die by the girls in the president's office. He didn't expect to meet the secret affairs of the current emperor and the cabinet chief assistant. Can his cute little head be saved until tomorrow?

Hey, Mr. Sha, don't stare at me with such questioning and threatening eyes.

You and Secretary Xiang are so intertwined, do you still want to argue that you two are innocent?

Woohoo, if I, the biggest gossip in the Shadi Group, lose my job, don't think about it!

"You still take pictures???"

After the flash light was turned on, Xiao Liu silently made a decision in the voice of Mr. Sha: [-] points indifferent, [-] points shocked, and [-] points furious: If he unfortunately receives a notice of dismissal from the HR department tomorrow, he will send the photos he secretly took to the group’s gossip on the group.

The big deal is to repay the grievances, and the fish will die and the net will be broken!The low-level staff of the President's Office also have a temper!Kou Hang!

The author says:

Transitional chapter, plus more after the full [-] characters!

Xiang Secretary: I know you don't mean it now, but I will make you mean it all the time in the future.

The current Mr. Sha: Don't come here!

Future Mr. Sha: Why don't you come here!

Xiao Liu, a low-level employee: I am too difficult!Why is it me every time!