Make sand sculptures, President!

Secretary Xiang was lucky, he stabbed a knife into his body, and avoided all the important organs, even the emergency doctor praised how well he stabbed.After the treatment and sutures, Secretary Xiang was sent to a private hospital invested by Shadi Group without any serious problems, and enjoyed the most high-end high-quality rehabilitation services in a luxurious VIP private ward with a 360-degree river view.

How high-end is it? The room next door to him once lived in a certain crown prince who was passing through the city and suddenly became acclimatized.

The news that Secretary Xiang was attacked to save Mr. Sha was rolled up layer by layer along the pipeline system, and spread throughout the entire Shadi Group within a few days.A Zhang Mouth gave full play to his subjective initiative in his spare time, constantly polishing and modifying this explosive story, adding oil and vinegar, and finally even released a version of picking up a sword with bare hands and buying a murderer to pretend to be pitiful, each of which can be taken out and sold to mainstream newspapers. Hot headlines.

"It seems that there is still too little work, and everyone is too free to start making up the two of us!" Mr. Xiao shrank into the sofa beside him angrily, desperately wanting to use power to curb this bottom-up national storytelling Activities, "Let the human resources issue a notice tomorrow, arrange for all staff to work overtime, and strive to be the latest building in the CBD [1] to turn off the lights!"

"No matter how much the rumor spreads, it won't become a fact. You don't have to take it too seriously. After a few days, when the freshness wears off, no one will want to talk about it." Looking at the secretary, he was [-] away from him. Mr. Sha from Eight Thousand Miles joked, "I have a flesh injury, but I don't have an infectious disease. What are you doing so far away from me?"

Mr. Xiaosha said bluntly: "I'm afraid that if I get too close to you, if people see me, I'll just gossip that we're married."

As soon as these words came out, both of them were stunned, blinking their eyes and staring at each other in silence, seeing more and more unbridled happiness from each other's faces.

Mr. Sha: How can I taste the damn sweetness.

Xiang Secretary: Let the rumors come more violently.

Secretary Xiang is wearing a uniform blue and white striped hospital gown, and the disciplinary buttons under the neck are still fastened as they were at work, showing a touch of cuteness in the abstinence and rigidity.Probably due to the injury, the secretary's face lost its invulnerability in the past, and from time to time, the folds between the brows would be raised, and it looked a little weak under the warm yellow light.

He just casually leaned on the bed, looking sideways at himself, with a rare arc hanging around his beautiful lips, quietly exuding an irresistible attraction.

Xiao Sha was suddenly curious about why he was immune to this man's powerful indiscriminate charm attack on weekdays.

Xiao Sha, who realized that he had fallen into the boy's bosom, suddenly became bewildered and shy. He rubbed his thighs uneasily, and the smooth suit fabric was piled up to one place with the rubbing action, and the two holes below were exposed. A small white ankle that cannot be easily handled.

He is proud, arrogant, and a proud son of heaven, but he is willing to temporarily lower his chin, which will always remain at a 45-degree angle, for the sake of the secretary who has been with him for five years.

Under Mr. Xiaosha's gradually deteriorating eyes, he smiled at the secretary, and patted the mattress next to him with his hand without infusion: "Come here."

There is no honorific title, no respectful speech, and the most primitive words carry a hint of bewitching magic power.

Xiao Sha always put down his crossed legs, and moved towards the secretary shyly, like a little girl who sneaked in her mother's high heels for the first time.Of course Xiao Sha would not be so bewitched by beauty that he would get dizzy and sit on the hospital bed, but would choose to drag the chair to the side of the hospital bed until the gap between the two was just enough to fit his legs.

"Just here, keep a safe distance." Mr. Sha said.

Nod to the secretary and say yes, no more progress.

"Is it better?" Xiao Sha couldn't help but move his gaze to his abdomen, as if wanting to check the injury through the fabric.

"How do you look through the clothes." Secretary Xiang lifted up the hem of the hospital gown without hesitation, "Let's do this." After that, he took Xiao Sha's hand resting on the quilt even more presumptuously, and covered the wound Put it on a sterile gauze.

Xiao Sha always showed no sign of struggling, and went to the destination imagined by the secretary very obediently, and very gently but hesitantly pasted the location of the wound, first fingers and then palms.

It turns out that the saying "It hurts in your body, hurts in my heart" is not a vulgar hypocrisy, but a natural adverse reaction when you like someone. Before, he sneered at it just because the emotion was not accumulated in place.

"Isn't it rational to work like a machine? Why was it so impulsive at that time?" Mr. Xiaosha felt sorry for the secretary's suffering, but he still habitually said, "I made you look handsome, look, you went to the hospital Bar!"

Strangely, Secretary Xiang didn't answer himself immediately, but seemed to be sullen, and his breathing seemed to be short of breath.

Xiao Sha shifted his eyes from the wound to the secretary to the tense face, very puzzled: "What's wrong with you?"

"You saved me too, and it was my duty." Secretary Xiang was actually a little angry, Qi Xiaosha was always puzzled, and disappointed with himself who had been timid to show love, "I don't like you at this time Speak official."

Xiao Sha always said awkwardly: "What do you want to hear?"

"Listen to your truth." There was hope in the secretary's eyes, but a bit of helplessness emerged out of thin air, and finally turned into a silent sigh, "Forget it..."

"Okay, I can't see you getting hurt..." In a strange way, Mr. Xiao Sha spoke out the most sincere thoughts in his heart, "Does it still hurt?"

After getting the answer I wanted to hear, I comforted the secretary in turn: "I'm lying to you when I say it doesn't hurt. But it's still bearable."

The two of them were close, and their breaths could easily intertwine when they talked to each other. It didn't take long for Xiang's secretary's hospital gown to be stained with the perfume Xiaosha often used.

Mr. Xiaosha took a deep breath and muttered softly, "Then it still hurts."

Secretary Xiang lowered his head slowly until the corner of his forehead touched Mr. Sha's neck.He rested his pillow on Mr. Sha's shoulder, rubbed it slightly twice, and begged softly: "Yes, others say it won't hurt after recharging the battery. Please lend me a hand."

The secretary suppressed his voice and fired the subwoofer, and the syllables were indistinct, which almost turned into an obscene and shameless "fuck" in Mr. Sha's ears.

Faced with the sudden skillful flirting, Mr. Xiaosha has mixed feelings.

Help!Did this hospital give Secretary Xiang antibiotics? Aphrodisiacs, right?

The usually serious secretary suddenly turned into a clingy dog, made flirtatious gestures with himself, and said life-threatening swear words, no one would be able to stand it!

As a young and famous idol in the hearts of business students and a positive boss in the eyes of employees, facing the seduction of the secretary Chi Guoguo, Mr. Xiao Sha can't hold back the clamoring animal cells in his body. He wants to Unspoken rules for his secretary.

Before he had two extra arms on his waist, he blushed and pushed away the person leaning on his shoulders, cursing: "Slick tongue, it looks like it's getting better!"

Secretary Xiang leaned back on the pillow, looked at Mr. Sha, who was feeling the explosion of his heartbeat, and was about to say more frivolous words that made people blush and heartbeat, when a familiar voice suddenly came from the door:

"Secretary, we're coming in!"

The pink bubbles in the room burst one by one, and the two people who were dazzled by the ambiguity instantly woke up.Oops, someone from the president's office came to visit the secretary.

A new storyline has appeared, how can it be allowed to be made up by bystanders.

Sensing the danger approaching, Mr. Sha stood up suddenly, and with his long vertical legs, he jumped out of the chair almost one meter away.

When my colleague pushed the door open, I heard him say loudly by the bedside in a very friendly tone: "Secretary Xiang, don't worry, the company will remember your heroic deeds. When I turn around, I will let people treat you desperately and bravely." The stories of sacrifice and saving those in power from danger and falling on the front line of the company are written into our corporate event compilation, so that the descendants of our Sha family will remember your life-saving grace!"

After all, Mr. Sha shook the secretary's hand heavily, and turned his head slightly towards the door, as if he was looking for an unwarranted seat.

The style of painting changed too suddenly. The person I was flirting with just now changed to the leading cadre who condolences the wounded. Even the experienced Secretary Xiang couldn't adapt to this impromptu role-playing.

The colleagues standing at the door couldn't understand the weird situation, and they stood there refusing to make a sound.

Secretary Xiang: Mr. Sha has fallen ill again.

Colleague from the President's Office: Is this a rehearsal for a TV interview?

In the end, it was Xiao Liu who took the lead to break the deadlock: "Mr. Sha, what a coincidence, you are here!"

If you can't think of what to say, don't open your mouth. It's not too embarrassing.Xiao Sha always dislikes Xiao Liu's art of speaking: "Unfortunately, I'm leaving first."

He picked up the suit that was placed on the armrest of the sofa, walked to the door pretending to be calm, and emphasized again: "I just came to express condolences to the secretary on behalf of the group."

Everyone nodded dumbly, and watched Mr. Sha leave the ward on his crutches, all confused: Is this really normal condolences?

Why does this pose look so weird?Can't help but think about it.

The author says:

[1] CBD: Abbreviation of Central Business District, central business district

Not surprisingly, I will immediately drop the horse (referring to chapters 1-2), maybe if you have anything you want to see together, you can tell me in the comment area????˙?˙??