Hit workers refuse to fall in love with BOSS

Xiao Cheng was about to turn around and leave, but stopped again, turned around and said, "Qu Ziyue, are you really stupid or are you afraid of offending me?"

"Huh?" Quzi became more and more confused, "President, I don't quite understand what you are talking about?"

It must be too hot, Xiao Cheng thought, otherwise why would he feel so angry.

"Didn't you hear that he wanted to play with you? He was laughing at others."

"play me?"

"Yes!"

"How to play? I can't play golf."

Xiao Cheng was so angry that he had a headache, "That kind of play, the kind of play that wants to sleep with you, understand?!"

Qu Zi was more frightened by the CEO: "Understood."

Xiao Cheng's chest also hurt, he didn't understand at all.

"I'll talk about it when I have time. Just remember today that Zhang Yongcheng is not a good person. If he sees him, he will hide. If he pesters you, tell me. That's all right, go wait for me in the car."

The song became more embarrassing, so I had to leave.

Originally, it was agreed that Xiao Cheng would go with the music of the evening dinner, but as soon as the golf round was over, Xiao Cheng let him go.

"Before ten o'clock tomorrow morning, give me the PPT for tomorrow afternoon's video conference, and by the way, find me the resume of the regional manager in South China and above, and print it out on paper."

Qu Zi Yue watched Xiao Cheng get into one of the cars, watched the car leave, and squeezed the club in his hand a little lonely.

Xiao Cheng's suit was thrown in the backseat carelessly, and Qu Yue crawled over to fold the clothes one by one and put them into paper bags.

After all this was done, Qu Zi Yue finally couldn't help but slumped down on the back seat.

The reason why the CEO is unhappy must be because he said something wrong just now. Is it because he is too dull to do things or socialize? This kind of situation should not be left to the CEO to deal with.

It's embarrassing for the president, and maybe the president has offended someone because of it.

When she returned to the company, Maggie was about to get off work, and saw Qu Ziyue's drooping face, feeling weak.

"what happened?"

Qu Zi put the car keys and cards into the drawer, hesitated for a while, and asked Maggie: "Sister Maggie, does a personal assistant have to be good at socializing and talking?"

Maggie nods.

"Then Alex, he's doing well, isn't he?"

Maggie thought for a while, "In all fairness, it is true that he did a very good job in dealing with people. What's the matter? Did something happen?"

Quzi shook his head more and more, and now he has lost his fighting spirit.

Maggie had something to do, so she didn't ask any questions when she was in a hurry to get off work, only Qu Ziyue sat outside the office.

Thinking of the president's explanation, he still turned on the computer and continued to perfect the PPT for tomorrow. Afraid that the human resources department would be off work, he quickly contacted Anya and asked Anya to help pull out the resume.

When he was done with all this, he looked at the time, and it was already past nine o'clock. After finishing the PPT, he sent it to Maggie to ask her to see if there was anything that needed to be changed.

Qu Zi Yue's stomach growled, he was hungry, he didn't eat at noon, and he didn't eat at night, so he tidied up his desk, put his laptop in his schoolbag and got ready to leave work.

It takes 10 to [-] minutes to walk from the downstairs of the company to the subway entrance. It has passed the operating hours of the company's shuttle bus, and there are no shared bicycles.

The Apor building is next to the Huangpu River. Looking across the Huangpu River, the bustling Oriental Pearl Tower is opposite, and there are people walking in Houtan Park.

He began to wonder, if he needs to have these skills to be an excellent assistant, does he need to adapt, and he needs to be prepared from now on, so that one day when the president really needs to do something for him, he will be able to stand up Instead of needing the president to wipe his own ass.

After walking for 2 minutes, Qu Ziyue's phone rang.

It's Xiao Cheng.

"President."

"You are Xiao Cheng's assistant, right?" A strange man's voice came across: "I'm Xiao Cheng's friend, my name is Li Xiaoyao, he drank too much, and I drank too much, you drive over and take him home. "

Qu Ziyue took off his phone and checked it again. It was indeed the president, and immediately said into the microphone: "Okay, please send me the address, and I will drive there right away."

Quzi turned around and ran to the company, took the key and set up navigation according to the address given by Li Xiaoyao.

After arriving at the designated place, Qu Ziyue immediately called the CEO's mobile phone, but no one answered, and Qu Ziyue stood in the lobby, running around in a hurry.

The waiter also said that the location of the guests could not be disclosed, so the more the tunes had to be found one by one.

Pushing open the door of the first room, there are several elder brothers who are singing, surrounded by long-legged beauties.

In the second room, the three men were discussing something in front of the laptop. After watching the music, they opened the door and immediately shut down the computer vigilantly. Seeing that he was not dressed, the waiter in the club immediately scolded him for what he was doing.

Qu Zi Yue bent down to apologize, saying that he had gone to the wrong room, and slipped away under the fierce and suspicious eyes of the other party.

He kept calling Xiao Cheng's phone in his hand.

As soon as the third door was pushed open, there stood a macho man in a suit and sunglasses.

Qu Zi glanced over, there was no president, and before he could apologize, he was picked up by the hunk.

"Boy, what are you doing?"

Qu Ziyue's T-shirt was grabbed by the back collar, and he was a little out of breath, "I'm sorry, I just wanted to find someone, I didn't mean to disturb."

The hunky man in the suit ignored him at all when he looked like a rookie, and pushed him against the wall as if he was playing with the fact that he could breathe in the corridor: "Apologies are useful, what do you want the police to do?" ?kid?"

Qu Ziyue's face was starved of oxygen, flushed from suffocation, unable to shout for help, and closed his eyes unconsciously, thinking that he would not be strangled here, when he let go of the hands that were imprisoned on the back of his neck, the suit The fierce man staggered and fell to the right, with a person on top of him.

"President!" Quzi rushed to pull Lushun before he could catch his own breath.

The man in the off-white POLO shirt is not the president.

Xiao Cheng's ears were flushed from drinking, and his head was not so clear. With the shout of Qu Ziyue, a waiter finally ran over, followed by the people in the private room and Li Xiaoyao.

However, everyone's speed couldn't keep up with the hunk in the suit, and Xiao Cheng had already received a punch in the face.

"You fucking... ah! Fuck!"

Before Qu Ziyue was beaten up, the waiter and Li Xiaoyao had already come up and pulled everyone away. On the arm of the hunk man in a suit, there was a tooth mark that was almost bloody, and Qu Ziyue was drooling, and Qu Ziyue bit him hard in a hurry.

Qu Zi Yue supported Xiao Cheng to sit against the wall, staring at the hunk man in suit without saying a word.

"President, are you alright?" Qu Ziyue's hand hovered beside Xiao Cheng's face, wanting to touch it but daring not to touch it, as if it was hot.

Li Xiaoyao came over: "Are you Xiao Cheng's assistant?"

Qu Ziyue: "Yes."

"Let's go, let's help down first." Li Xiaoyao supported Xiao Cheng, and the tune was more on the other side.

"Dog thing!" Xiao Cheng stomped hard in the direction of the hunk in the suit.

After the two of them stuffed Xiao Cheng into the back seat with all their strength, Li Xiaoyao called a driver for himself, lit a cigarette and waited by the side of the road.

The more the tune arranged Xiao Cheng, he came out and said thank you to Li Xiaoyao.

"Why didn't Lao Xiao take you out?" Li Xiaoyao said while opening the cigarette case and turned to the tune, "Come?"

The busier Qu Zi was, he waved his hand and said that he doesn't smoke.

"Maybe I didn't do well, and I'm not very good at socializing." He said truthfully.

Li Xiaoyao nodded to express his understanding, then looked Qu Ziyue up and down: "How old are you? Did you just graduate?"

When the next sentence was about to say that it is really difficult to cope with such a scene without social experience, Qu Ziyue said: "I haven't graduated yet."

Li Xiaoyao: "..."

How can I find a young boy who has not graduated as an assistant.

"However, today I was thinking about whether I, as the assistant to the president, should master these skills as soon as possible. I am doing this job now. If I cause the president to be embarrassed when socializing outside, it is a dereliction of duty. You Do you mean it?" Qu Zi felt that Li Xiaoyao was very easy-going, and he was really bored, so he said it out of nowhere.

Li Xiaoyao just wanted to say that he is indeed a potential assistant if he can think so.

"So I decided to start preparing now. If one day I really need to be the president and do something for the company, I will grit my teeth and stand up."

Li Xiaoyao: "..."

"No, kid, you, Mr. Xiao, are not that kind of person."

"No, no, no," Qu Zi Yue hurriedly explained: "I didn't mean that, I meant...that's..."

He couldn't understand either, and scratched his head.

"Okay, Lao Xiao doesn't need to be 'dedicated'. You are still young, and you have plenty of time to learn these human relationships. Go back, and remember to help Lao Xiao take out the contact lenses." Li Xiaoyao also finished smoking, bent over Stepping on his waist, he looked around but couldn't find a trash can, so he waved to the doorman behind him, took out a hundred-yuan bill from his wallet, and asked the doorman to throw it away for him.

Qu Ziyue bid farewell to Li Xiaoyao, and drove the drunken Xiao Cheng home.

Helping Xiao Cheng, who is 1.8 meters tall, to the home was not an easy task for Qu Ziyue. Fortunately, after getting on the elevator, Xiao Cheng grabbed the handrail in the elevator by himself. Ri looked at the wound on his face.

"what time is it?"

Qu Zi Yue supported him, and looked down at his watch: "It's 11:13 President, are you okay?"

"Ah."

The second floor was reached in the speaking room, the more the song opened, Xiao Cheng put his hands on the entrance cabinet, he felt a little weak as soon as he entered the house, he could rest, he thought.

Qu Ziyue kicked off his shoes, and knelt down to help Xiao Cheng slip his shoes. Xiao Cheng turned his back to Qu Ziyue, and when he lowered his head, he could only see his two slender white wrists, and his fingers were nimbly undoing his shoelaces.

Under the dim light in the entrance, Qu Yue's hands were extraordinarily white, tender, and slender, which made Xiao Cheng dizzy, so much so that he could no longer open his eyes after falling on the sofa.

Qu Zi Yue went to the bathroom to get a hot towel, and gently wiped Xiao Cheng's face, his eyelashes moved when he wiped the bruise on the corner of his mouth.

He still remembered Li Xiaoyao's instructions, but he had never worn contact lenses, so he had to search for strategies on the Internet first. During the preparation, he wanted to find a basin to wash the president's feet.

But in such a big house, he couldn't even find a basin, and the more he could do nothing about the music, he had to wipe him with a hot towel, and wiped it back and forth several times before he put his feet back on the sofa in peace.

The most important part of taking out the contact lenses, Qu Ziyue even watched two videos before he dared to do it. He wanted to gently lift Xiao Cheng's eyelids with his left hand, but he couldn't.

Quzi swallowed his saliva more, and forcefully opened Xiao Cheng's eyelids.

"The color is so light." Quzi Yue said to himself.

Xiao Cheng's pupils are shallower than ordinary people's, usually you can't see it if you don't pay attention, but now it's obvious when you look closely, but the president's eyebrows and eyelashes are very thick, the more Qu Zi looked at it, he felt that the president's face was quite mixed.

The head is also very big, and the song moved back a little bit, and my hands couldn't cover half of the president's face.

The more the Qu Zi looked down, "The nose is so straight, the lips are a bit thin."

"Meow!~"

The appearance of the little black cat interrupted Qu Ziyue's thoughts of not doing business properly, and continued to pick off contact lenses for Xiao Yang.

It went much smoother than Quzi Yue imagined. The right eye was squeezed out the second time. After throwing it into the trash can, I started to pluck the left eye, but the left eye was pinched several times, but it felt lonely.

Just when Quzi started to worry about whether he would blind the president, Xiao Cheng opened his eyes.

"It hurts."