Hit workers refuse to fall in love with BOSS

Although Qu Ziyue got into the car, Xiao Cheng asked the driver to take him home first, but he still didn't know why the president was angry just now.

Xiao Cheng rested his eyes with his eyes closed, thinking about Weicheng, did Xiao Feibai want to kill himself and take Apor's seat by himself?But obviously, even if Xiao Cheng goes down, he is not the first pick to take this position, not even the second.

And it's not a wise choice to let Apor into a mess, and then pick up this mess.

But he wants to make a lot of money, so it shouldn't be so ugly, just transferring his shares in Apor can make him spend the rest of his life in luxury.

When the car drove to the gate of Quzi Yuede Community, Xiao Cheng asked, "Any plans for this week?"

Qu Ziyue opened the memo on the mobile phone, and talked about the time and content of the two big meetings, and the other two more private events: "Xingyue's 'Star Ocean' plans to open the dinner, this needs you to come forward, xx Co-Chairman I will also come, it is a project of cooperation between government and entertainment, and the other is your niece's wedding."

"Wedding..." Xiao Cheng squeezed the flesh between his brows, he had already forgotten about it, Xiao Feibai's daughter got married on Saturday.

Qu Ziyue has already consciously entered the role of a semi-personal assistant. By default, he has to accompany these activities. Basically all the time this week is taken up, and now the rental period of this house has been negotiated until this Friday.

After looking at the arrangement, Qu Zi Yue had to ask for leave.

"President, I want to ask for leave tomorrow morning and move house." Qu Zi said cautiously.

Xiao Cheng: "Well, is the packing ready?"

There is no time to pack the tunes, and there are not many things, so it will take about two hours to pack when I go home later.

Before he could answer, Xiao Cheng said again: "The moving company will be more efficient."

"I'll just tidy up tonight, and I'll call Lala tomorrow." Qu Zi Yue said.

"Then ask the driver to help you." Xiao Cheng said.

The driver responded, and the more the tune said no, he really had very little stuff.

Xiao Cheng didn't continue to argue with him, and walked away with a straight face.

Qu Ziyue stayed up late to pack things until after two o'clock in the morning, because he was afraid that the sound of tearing the tape would disturb his roommate, so he didn't dare to seal the box, and got up early the next morning to continue finishing work.

With dark circles under his eyes, he carried things downstairs.

Huo Lala hasn't arrived yet, but the driver, Brother Shi, has arrived.

"Anyway, I don't have anything to do in the morning, so help me move it." After finishing speaking, he followed the tune and carried things over and over again.

When the moving was over, both of them were so tired that they were panting on their hips. Qu Ziyue wanted to ride with the driver, but he was sweating profusely and his clothes were dirty. It would be bad if he made the president's car stink.

So I followed Huolala away.

Xiao Cheng had a simple meeting in the morning, and when it was close to noon, he opened the software and ordered takeaway. It had been a long time since he had eaten some delicious unhealthy food.

I ordered a bowl of malatang, a cup of milk tea, full sugar, and crispy bobo.

At noon, the takeaway called and asked him to go down to get the takeaway.

Xiao Cheng: "Please send it to the 23rd floor, thank you."

Delivery boy: "Your company is not allowed to go up, you can only be on the first floor, Mr. Xiao, come down quickly, my next order is about to run out."

"Who said you can't come up?" Xiao Cheng frowned, the assistant helped him get it before.

The takeaway boy: "The boss must not let it go. Could it be you who didn't let it go?"

The little brother stomped anxiously at the door.

Xiao Cheng sighed, got up and changed his shoes and went downstairs, just after getting the takeaway downstairs, he saw Qu Ziyue walking in while kneading his neck.

"what happened to you?"

Qu Zi got more startled, seeing the president appearing in the lobby in formal clothes and carrying Mala Tang, this scene was really weird.

"I just moved something and it seems to be a bit strained."

Xiao Cheng hummed, and waited for the elevator calmly amidst the clumsy performance of the employees pretending not to recognize that it was the president. There were a lot of people getting takeaways at noon, and there was a queue for the elevator, but now no one dared to go there. Slowly pretending to use the phone to reply to the message.

Only Quzi Yue followed behind him, tilting his neck slightly.

In the elevator, the door closed.

The more Qu Zi looked at the two takeaways in the CEO's hand, he couldn't help but ask, "Are you going to eat this at noon?"

Xiao Cheng: "Yes."

Qu Ziyue: "But this is not healthy."

Xiao Cheng: "I know."

"Okay." Qu Zi Yue said.

Xiao Cheng coughed twice uncomfortably, inexplicably began to tap his toes rhythmically, as if he was listening to music, the more he saw the music from the reflection of the elevator, he silently lowered his head.

I feel that the president is in a good mood, do you want to chat with him?But the small talk just now didn't seem to be very successful.

Xiao Cheng observed Qu Yue secretly from the reflection of the elevator, he didn't seem to be feeling well, do you want to be concerned?After all, I was too busy two days ago, and I moved by myself in the morning.

But the topic just now didn't seem to be answered well, the child buried his head, feeling frustrated.

"you……"

Ding! 17th floor.

Xiao Cheng stopped what he said immediately, and looked at the employees outside the elevator door indifferently.

The employee immediately took out his mobile phone and stuck it to his ear: "Hey, okay, got it, meeting room C, right..."

I was so flustered that I forgot I had headphones on.

Qu Zi took a closer look, and it seemed that the other party was not going to get on the elevator again, so he closed the door.

"Have you eaten?" Xiao Cheng asked.

The more the song said, "I ate Roujiamo with Brother Shi."

Well, it's good to eat with the driver.

Xiao Cheng didn't speak, and the elevator fell into silence.

Walking to the work area, Qu Zi Yue sat in her seat and turned on the computer.Xiao Cheng slowed down in front of his position, and wanted to tell him to go back and rest if he was really uncomfortable.

But the more Quzi noticed that when Xiao Cheng was looking at him, he hurriedly stood up and showed a standard smile: "Is there anything else? President."

Can't I talk to you if it's okay?It was still sticky yesterday, but today is business, right?

Does it mean that he will be cute every time he is angry, and will speak softly, looking at himself with sticky eyes.

Xiao Cheng began to think, did he treat him too well recently?

Being a CEO has no dignity at all, and he rushed to send him home, asked someone to help him move, and even wanted to give him a vacation.He is 18800 a month.

To order him, yes.

Qu Ziyue was just going through the list of manufacturers for the next quarter with Zhang Jingyi, and when he looked up to ask Zhang Jingyi's opinion, his neck thumped, and the dull pain spread.

"Ah... I can't do it anymore, my neck..."

Zhang Jingyi quickly walked around behind him, telling him not to move: "Here? Here, don't shrink back, I'll press it for you."

The more the song hurts, the more she shed tears, yelling indiscriminately.

"Xiao Yue..." Xiao Cheng pushed open the door, intending to ask Qu Ziyue to inform the administration about something, when he saw Qu Ziyue leaning against Zhang Jingyi's arms, crying and laughing while moaning about the pain and itching.

Quzi sniffed more: "President."

"What are you doing?" Xiao Cheng walked out of the office sideways.

Zhang Jingyi let go of the hands on Qu Ziyue's shoulders, making a gesture of surrender: "His neck is twisted."

Xiao Cheng narrowed his eyes slightly, massage, right? Let Zhang Jingyi do it for you?

He said to Zhang Jingyi: "Go and inform the administration to open the elevator and the freight elevator, and put a shelf on each floor so that the takeaway can be delivered."

"Okay, President." Zhang Jingyi left with the computer in his arms.

"You come in." After Xiao Cheng finished speaking, he turned and returned to the office.

Quzi tilted his neck to keep up, moved left and right, and seemed to be a little better.

Xiao Cheng's office was filled with the rich aroma of Mala Tang, and after Qu Zi Yue entered the door, he consciously turned on the function of the air conditioner for ventilation.

"President, what's the matter?"

Xiao Cheng had already ordered Zhang Jingyi to do what Xiao Cheng wanted to do just now, calling out the tune seemed to be a subconscious move, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

"Well, I have safflower oil."

"Ah?" Qu Zi Yue's eyes widened: "Oh, then... can you lend me a use?"

Xiao Cheng took out a half-used bottle of safflower oil from the drawer, unscrewed the lid and poured it into the palm of his hand as he walked towards the music, skillfully rubbed his palms to warm up: "Sit there."

Qu Zi Yue sat on the sofa and watched Xiao Cheng walk over.

He is wearing a light blue shirt today, the sleeves are rolled up to the elbows, no tie, two buttons are undone, a little loose, not so formal style, high quality, very suitable for Xiao Cheng's temperament.

Rich but not ostentatious.

He consciously turned left and right, leaving his back to Xiao Cheng.

Xiao Cheng thought to himself, quite consciously, when he attached one hand, the music became more comfortable and he let out a deep sigh of relief, remembering that he had a stiff neck last time on a business trip, and the president also pressed it for himself for a long time.

The wide and warm palms were attached to the stiff neck and pressed gently.But the neckline of Qu Ziyue's clothes today is very small, only Xiao Cheng's one hand occupies the exposed part, and there is no place to put the other hand at all.

Quzi became more aware, and asked him softly, "Why don't I take off my clothes?"

"No." Xiao Cheng said firmly.

"Why?" Qu Zi Yue asked, tugging at his collar.

Xiao Cheng's Adam's apple rolled up and down: "This is an office, it's indecent."

Qu Zi Yue muttered: "Although I'm not in good shape, I'm not so indecent either."

"Is it a matter of figure? Then if I have a good figure, can I striptease in the office, run naked/run or even..."

Xiao Cheng choked.

Qu Ziyue's collar was covered with red essential oil, and he felt drowsy after being pressed. His neck, which was originally stiff, was now sore and swollen, and he could move around in circles.

"President, you are so professional."

"Well," Xiao Cheng thought, of course, "When I was young, I often gave my parents massages and beat their legs in exchange for pocket money."

Qu Ziyue: "How many times?"

Xiao Cheng: "It varies from 5 yuan to 20 yuan."

The old couple of the Xiao family are serious about raising children poorly.

Qu Ziyue took out his mobile phone, sent a red envelope to Xiao Cheng, and showed it to Xiao Cheng: "Turn it over."

Xiao Cheng was stunned for a moment, couldn't help laughing, and said, "Thank you~ Then are you satisfied with my service? If so, please give me a good review."

"It's not bad." Qu Zi Yue said, after all, the technician stained his collar.

"..." Xiao Cheng took his hand away: "The music is more, you are having a good time."

Qu Zi sat up straighter, secretly glanced at Xiao Cheng: "I thought you wanted to play."

The boss wants to play, so my assistant must not accompany him?Just returned the most high-end 20 yuan.

The back of Qu Ziyue's hairy head was facing Xiao Cheng, his neck was reddened by his rubbing, he lowered his head and intertwined his fingers, as if a little unconvinced.

The corners of Xiao Cheng's mouth were raised secretly, it was quite interesting to tease children, he took two tissues, wiped off the remaining safflower oil on his hands, and played a prank on the ear of the tune.

"I want to play, do you dare to accompany me?"