It turned out to be Miss Yu

On the way back to the office, Rong Yan clearly felt that Han Bing was in a bad mood, was it because of Meng Ruixiang's annoying words, or because of his own small mistake?

Back in the office, Han Bing frowned and looked at Rong Yan, and said lightly: "How did you become an assistant, the projector will be plugged in wrongly."

Rong Yan was actually a little aggrieved. She thought she didn't need to adjust the equipment by herself, because usually the MM at the front desk was in charge of these things. Today, it happened that the front desk went out to pick up things, so it was temporarily necessary for her to do it herself, but in the end it was still Because of her lack of office skills, in front of so many people, she didn't dare to say that she didn't know how to plug in a projector. In that case-I'm afraid Han Bing would lose face even more.

Rong Yan: "Sorry, I was careless..."

Han Bing: "Don't be an assistant next time."

Rong Yan: "Originally... I... didn't intend to be the assistant to the president..."

Looking at the little girl with her head lowered and pouting in front of her, Han Bing was inexplicably touched, and she didn't even realize that she reached out to pinch her chin: "You really will justify yourself, huh? "

Rong Yan was startled, and turned his head away from Han Bing's hand: "I'm... annoying, don't touch me..."

Han Bing remembered the incident when Rong Yan stretched out his hand to brush his hair during lunch yesterday. Did she mean revenge on her by saying that?She actually said she hated it?

Han Bing: "No one has ever dared to say hate these two words to me."

Rong Yan snorted a little arrogantly and walked out of the office.She even pinched her face, it's too hateful!Didn't you say that you are not allowed to use your hands and feet?You are only allowed to move yourself, no one else is allowed to move, hum!But... Her hands are thin and slippery... Why do I avoid it? If she wants to pinch, let her pinch it, and there will be no loss of a piece of meat.

Seeing Rong Yan walk out of the office a little arrogantly, Han Bing sighed softly: "It's not you after all..."

It was noon of another day, Rong Yan was still busy with the things in hand, when he saw Li Pingping's profile picture jumping on the screen, he clicked on it: "It's twelve o'clock, do you want to go to the restaurant for dinner?"

Rong Yan replied: "Okay, meet at the restaurant."

Asked Han Bing, still said: "Don't eat."

When she came back, Rong Yan packed a chicken soup, a side dish, and a snack, and she didn't know Han Bing's dietary preferences. Judging from the beef rice last time, she probably didn't like to eat greasy meat.Actually still caring about the taste of that picky ghost, I am really... a good assistant.

Back in the office, Rong Yan knocked on the door, but Han Bing didn't respond. After hesitating for a while, Rong Yan pushed open the door and put the bought things on Han Bing's desk.It turned out that Han Bing was leaning on the chair turned to one side and taking an afternoon nap. From the angle of Rong Yan facing the desk now, he happened to see Han Bing's perfect side face, small and delicate oval face, and porcelain-like white and shiny skin , slightly revealing ruddy mouth corners, and exquisite soft ears.

The air conditioner was turned on in the room, and it felt a little chilly. Rong Yan saw Han Bing's coat hanging on the hanger on one side, so he took it off gently and walked behind the desk, bending forward slightly, seeing that the coat was closed. Han Bing's eyes, long eyelashes densely covered his eyelids, no matter how attractive he looked, the hand holding the clothes stopped there for a while, the faint fragrance from Han Bing's body was very pleasant, and it was easy to see Yan could not tell what brand of perfume it was.

The red lips were slightly pursed at this time, and they were close in front of them, as if they had a warm temperature, fatally tempting someone to pick them, Rong Yan's blood flow accelerated involuntarily, and his breathing became rapid, holding the clothes Her hands were trembling slightly, can... secretly kiss her?

Suddenly, Han Bing took the clothes loose in his hand.

"Go out, there is nothing important in the future, don't come in before 01:30 noon."

After leaving the office, Rong Yan patted his chest and was a little scared, that annoying ghost was actually pretending to be asleep, if he really kissed her, he didn't know what the consequences would be.

By the end of the weekend, Rong Yan had basically sorted out the contracts and files that Yu Kefan left behind. Looking at the neat file cabinets, Rong Yan let out a sigh of relief. Tomorrow is the weekend, and finally he doesn't have to face it anymore. Damn it's been cold for ten thousand years, she's been quite busy recently, and she even made an appointment with an agency company to see a house on the weekend.

It was already five o'clock in the afternoon on Friday, and the work in hand was basically done today. Rong Yan chatted with Li Pingping on the Internet, and then heard the door of Han Bing's office rang, and then, Han Bing called Walking out with an empty coffee cup, Rong Yan quickly stood up: "Just dial the internal number or call me."

"The office is a bit stuffy, I'll come out to catch my breath."

Rong Yan took the cup in Han Bing's hand and poured coffee, and Han Bing walked casually outside. When Rong Yan came back with the full coffee, he saw Han Bing looking at the finished cabinet.

"Has everything been sorted out?"

"Yes."

Han Bing frowned: "Come here."

"Oh."

Rong Yan was confused, not knowing what mistake he had made, and followed into Han Bing's office.

Han Bing pointed to a filing cabinet in his office: "Do you see any difference?"

Rong Yan took a look at Han Bing's file cabinet, it was neat and tidy, no different from what he had organized, no, wait, I always feel that Han Bing's file cabinet has a special pattern or is there any difference?But just can't find it.

Rong Yan had no choice but to ask anxiously: "Is it... Is there something wrong with me?"

Han Bing: "Didn't you see it?"

Rong Yan: "No, there is no difference!"

Han Bing pointed to the rows of files in the file cabinet: "See, different categories of files should be in folders of different colors, and then different categories should be placed in separate grids, not all mixed together. The position of the volume label The height must be consistent, and the dust on the glass must be wiped clean."

Rong Yan: "Uh, okay, I'll reorganize next week."

Han Bing: "Why next week? You'd better finish it today. There will be guests visiting next week. I don't want to give the guests a bad impression."

Rong Yan: "But now...it will be six o'clock soon."

Han Bing frowned: "What's wrong at six o'clock, Xiaofan used to take the initiative to work overtime to complete this kind of thing..."

She actually mentioned the woman's name, and it was rare for Han Bing, who was always sensible, to say the wrong thing.

Hearing this name, Rong Yan was also taken aback, she actually compared that woman with herself, she hated comparing others with herself, and even said that she had to work overtime, it was too much, Rong Yan's little temper immediately came up up.

He said angrily, "Are you a virgin?!"

Han Bing's face turned red for a while and turned pale for a while, his eyes became sharper, and his voice became colder: "You, what did you say, say it again."

Rong Yan said it again: "I said, are you a virgin?!"

It was the first time for Rong Yan to see Han Bing really angry, and his cold voice trembled slightly: "Am I... none of your business, you, you are really..."

Seeing that Han Bing was really angry, Rong Yan seemed to understand why she was angry. She probably misunderstood.

Rong Yan: "I, I mean you... Are you a Virgo..."

Only then did Han Bing slow down a little: "It's none of your business."

Rong Yan smiled cautiously: "Virgos like perfection in everything, are demanding and obsessed with cleanliness, and you...your personality fits well...I'm sorry, this has nothing to do with work, I won't ask next time."

The corner of Han Bing's mouth twitched, and he snorted coldly: "Go out."

Rong Yan: "Then... can I not work overtime..."

Han Bing: "Go-go!"

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