Hit workers refuse to fall in love with BOSS

Monday, 07:30 am.

Qu Zi Yue got up with the sound of the familiar alarm clock, sat on the bed to wake up for a moment, snorted his head, struggled out of the bedroom to wash up, but found someone in the bathroom.

I had to go and change my clothes first.

Until hearing the sound of the bathroom door opening, Qu Zi hurriedly moved to the door and opened a gap, and rushed in when she saw her roommate returned to the room.

At this time, a heavy sigh came from a female roommate next door.

The more I understand the song, I only hate myself for opening the door three seconds late, and lamenting that I missed the priority right to use the bathroom.

In just 5 minutes, Qu Ziyue walked out of the bathroom, went back to the room and applied sunscreen, put on her schoolbag and rushed out of the house. Instead of taking the elevator, she went directly to the safe passage to the 6th floor. It only took one minute and 30 seconds.

Today is the first day he officially reported to the President's Office.

After 8 months of management training, Qu Ziyue participated in the first "Kunlun Plan", a total of 13 key training positions for executive assistants. He stood out from nearly a thousand competitors and won the Apor Assistant to the President.

As soon as I got out of the subway station, I saw a car accident on the side of the road. It didn't look serious, and I didn't see smoke from the car, but the road was blocked because of this.

Quzi Yue has no time to watch the excitement. I checked my phone, and there are 10 minutes left, 10 minutes to walk, and 10 minutes to ride a bicycle.If there is no accident, you can arrive at the president's office 10 minutes earlier to leave a good impression on the seniors.

There were four shared bicycles parked at the subway entrance, and he walked over quickly and turned on his mobile phone to scan the code.

[Drip, code scanning failure. 】

Qu Ziyue heard the same mechanical failure reminders one after the other.

Looking up, an elite man in a suit, sunglasses, and slicked-back hair just stood up from a shared bicycle. The two looked at each other and silently scanned the one inside.

At this time, a little girl riding a bicycle stopped in the parking space between them, locked the bicycle and rushed to the subway station.

The hotter the song was, the more sweaty the nose was, and the speed continued to sweep the next car.

[Drip, code scanning failure. 】

Two more beeps, one in front and one in back.

Quzi stood up straighter, and once again met the eyes of the elite uncle opposite, he stared at the other's eyes intently, while moving his feet.

He was sure that the other party's thoughts should be similar to his at this moment.

The right to use that shared bicycle will belong to the one who ran over first, the more Qu Zi is not a person who disrespects the old and loves the young, he kept telling himself when he rushed over that there is no age in his 30s.

1 minute later.

Xiao Cheng looked at the back of the man who was pedaling away on his bicycle, and silently pulled his high-end suit jacket.

"Boy, move very fast."

There is no time left, and the second quarter review shareholders meeting will be held on time at 09:30.

He's not the domineering president in Mary Su's novels. He can skyrocket his market value by eating, drinking, and falling in love every day.To maintain such a large company depends on hard work, and to restrain the gang of old fried dough stick shareholders depends on leading by example.

Unless there is an objective reason beyond his control, he will never be late for a meeting. This is the self-cultivation of the president.

Xiao Cheng helped him with his heavy prescription sunglasses.If he starts running now, he is confident that he can catch up.

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"This is your station. From today onwards, you can answer my internal calls. When I answer the phone, you can pick it up and listen to it. See how I handle it." Maggie stood at the station with a big belly Side: "Three days later, you will handle the calls from Mr. Xiao's office. After one week, all internal calls will be handed over to you. After two weeks, the meeting arrangements, external reception, and business data will also be handed over to you. One month later, I will start maternity leave."

"Understood!" Qu Ziyue obediently agreed while hugging the new laptop he had just received from the administration.

This was the last round of interviewers he interviewed for the general assistant. Although Maggie had a big belly, she was meticulous from head to toe. She didn't ask a single meaningless question, and every question hit the nail on the head.

Now Maggie is starting to feel uneasy about this young boy who hasn't graduated yet, and he comes to work in the CEO's office and wears a T-shirt and jeans.

Although the company does not require a dress code, formal attire is the default for the president's office and business positions, at least shirts.

Maggie didn't show any expression related to this thought, and continued to explain.

"My work station is a little outside. There is another seat next to yours for Alex. He is a personal assistant and is responsible for Mr. Xiao's basic necessities, food, housing, transportation and outings. His work does not overlap with yours. The only thing to pay attention to is the time arrangement. Don't do that kind of work." It's a stupid thing to arrange an executive meeting and a government dinner at the same time, understand?"

Qu Zi stood up straighter: "Understood, Sister Maggie."

Maggie received a call just after giving her orders, rushed into the CEO's office with a reply, and left quickly with a laptop and a large stack of documents in her arms.

Immediately, only Qu Ziyue was left outside the office. He sat down and began to grant himself the authority of the president's office according to the procedure in the job notice, and looked at the various systems of the president's office.

It was already noon when Maggie was done, and Maggie still hadn't come back. Qu Ziyue was hesitating whether to go to dinner without waiting for her, when a tall man in a well-designed suit walked over.

"Are you Qu Ziyue?" he asked.

Qu Zi got busier and stood up: "I am, that, the president is not inside."

The man smiled softly: "I'm looking for you, not Mr. Xiao. My name is Zhang Jingyi, and I work as a PR in the president's office."

"Oh, hello, my name is Qu Ziyue, and I'm the general assistant who just started working." Qu Ziyue nodded unconsciously.

Zhang Jingyi got closer again, and Qu Ziyue realized that he was wearing makeup, and the eye makeup was quite obvious.

He invited Qu Ziyue to have dinner together, saying that there is a rule in their department that new employees should be taken care of, and those who join the job on the first day should have dinner together, drink coffee, and not play workplace pressure.

"The president is quite considerate," Qu Ziyue said and put a chopstick of asparagus in his mouth.

Zhang Jingyi eats very politely, chewing every mouthful for a long time, he tilted his head slightly and winked at the music, and said a little playfully: "Because Mr. Xiao himself is very difficult to deal with, colleagues will run away if they don't show some concern. "

After speaking, he covered his mouth and smiled to himself, and Qu Ziyue also laughed for a while.

He thinks that work is work, not to make friends. It is lucky to make friends, but it is normal not to make friends.

"Have you met Alex?" Zhang Jingyi asked.

The more the song was said, the more Zhang Jingyi got closer, and said quietly and happily: "Then you don't know the reason why Alex is leaving?"

"Alex is leaving?!"

Qu Ziyue was surprised by the news, but he was not interested in gossip, let alone gossip about resignation, which was nothing more than a complaint about the company.

Employees are often fond of this kind of topic, which is the most discussed issue besides executive lace news, and Qu Ziyue's feelings for Apor are different from ordinary employees. He does not only regard this job as a way to make money.

"Apor has a few departments that explicitly prohibit office romances, especially the president's office and finance, but this guy Alex actually has a crush on the president..."

Hey guys, executive tidbits and departures are getting mixed up.

"Alex is... a girl?" Qu Zi asked more seriously.

Zhang Jingyi burst out laughing, and propped his chin while watching the music: "No, forget it, just talk casually, don't talk about it in front of the president, he might get angry."

After lunch, Zhang Jingyi invited Qu Ziyue to drink a cup of coffee.

The more Qu Zi returned to the office, the door of the president's office was open, thinking that the president had come back, he sat down in his seat peacefully, and put the glass of iced mocha aside, afraid that he would not be able to take a nap after drinking it.

Just sitting down and looking at the phone for a while, Maggie came out of the president's office with two folders in her hand.

"Did you eat?" Maggie asked.

The busier the song was, he stood up: "Have you eaten, Maggie, have you eaten?"

Maggie shrugged her shoulders and patted the folder in her hand: "Mr. Xiao's meeting didn't go well. I'll help him sort out the materials he will use in the afternoon and send them over."

The more Quzi saw that she had a big belly, she was a little worried: "Sister Maggie, do you want me to deliver it for you, and you rest for a while."

Maggie has been busy all morning, and now her calf is very swollen. She just sent a document: "In the large conference room on the 18th floor, I will come back after delivering the materials. I will go there after dinner."

Qu Zi Yue took the file, thought for a while and asked, "Has the president eaten?"

"Well, let's go."

It was lunch break time, and there was no one in the elevator or in the corridor. Qu Zi found the large conference room with the documents in his arms, but there was no one in it. He put the things at the end of the long table, pressed them down with his laptop, and gently Go out lightly.

Qu Zi Yue closed the door with a stoop and turned to leave.

But it slammed into a chest tightly.

"Excuse me, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Qu Zi Yue hurriedly glanced at the soles of his feet and slipped away.

"Where did the bluffing kid come from?" Xiao Cheng patted his clothes.

The older woman who followed him said, "I seem to have seen it. He was also in the 'Kunlun Project' last week, and his scores were quite high."

Xiao Cheng pushed open the door: "Teacher, is this 'Kunlun Project' really necessary? Hiring an intern to be an assistant is not to make things difficult for yourself."

The older woman is the company's CFO, Jenny, who can be regarded as Xiao Cheng's teacher in the position of president.

"It may not be as bad as you think, and it's not like letting them take the lead and learn from the old assistants. Maybe they can really cultivate an O. Experience the joy of nurturing."

"What is the happiness of cultivation?"

Jenny: "That's my happiness now. I'm 24 years old, right? When you took over as the president, you said that you were a rookie who didn't know anything at that time. You have no objection."

Xiao Cheng smiled: "Then I have already been cultivated?"

Jenny: "It was a success, it was a success when you and the shareholders exchanged views in the morning."

"Okay," Xiao Cheng laughed, "Then I'll raise one too."

Qu Ziyue looked at the data in the office all afternoon. When he was about to leave work, Xiao Cheng finally walked into the CEO's office with long legs. He walked over to Kokoshi without looking sideways.

"Call me a meal."

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The author has something to say:

Advance collection of "Didn't you agree to get married first and then get rid of it" please collect it~

The copy is as follows

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Wen Yuan:

I'm married, the partner is my high school classmate, now I'm an actor, won several movie stars

I didn't expect to meet again this year, and we had to get married because the paparazzi caught us drunk

I don't love him, but feelings can be cultivated

He just has a weird temper. One night, I saw him crying out of breath in the underground wine cellar, scolding me for being heartless in the big wooden barrel

Sometimes I really don’t understand whether I am sick or he is sick

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Canaan Zhou:

I'm married to someone who cheated on my feelings

He is a clay potter, he can knead a lot of weird little things

But he's sick, so I have to take him with me, but I will never fall in love with him

I'm going to set him a tender trap and dump him hard when he's stuck in it

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Crew:

Brother Dao: The actor is married, but he said it was just for fun, the actor is such a scumbag, his lover is so pitiful

Makeup artist: Xiao Yuan seems to be in poor health and always falls asleep. When putting on makeup, he lies on Brother Canaan’s lap. Brother Canaan said I dared to wake Xiaoyuan up and turned on me.

Director: Threatening me every day to stop acting if I don’t give the air conditioner to his wife

Assistant: I am an accomplice, it was Zhou Jianan who asked me to find paparazzi to take a video of them going to a hotel drunk qwq

PS: The story of a duplicitous man who wanted to fight back against his wife but ended up getting caught up in it.

1. 1v1, he, love cookies after marriage, 15w words

2. Same-sex marriageable background, full assists

3. Contains a small amount of bloody memories of high school (not abuse)