bro i was wrong

Personal assistant, the job content is to take care of the boss's daily life.Wake up earlier than the boss, go to bed later than the boss, and the boss is always there when there is something to do, so he is much more tired than ordinary logistics employees.

But the benefits are also quite enticing.

His personnel relations will be transferred to the secretariat, and future bonuses will be paid according to the standards of middle-level full-time positions; his salary will also be directly doubled; most importantly, he will have more disposable time without clocking in.

Zhou Xie is an extremely self-disciplined person. Except for very special circumstances, he will go to and from get off work on time every day.And as soon as he entered the office, he would immediately be overwhelmed by the overwhelming sea of ​​literature. Except for the need for Jiang Xingxing to deliver a meal at noon, he had no time to distract him to do anything during the day.

Therefore, Jiang Xingxing can take the boss to the company first, then turn back and send Dafu to the kindergarten; he can also take Dafu home from the kindergarten early and hand it to his mother, and then return to the company to pick up the boss from work; When Dafu needs a review, he only needs to say hello to the boss, and he can spend the whole morning without seeing anyone.

All of the above are actually much better than the treatment of the deputy director of the logistics department.

So when Tu Xue explained to him the specific duties of the personal assistant, Jiang Xingxing made a decision almost immediately.

For an ordinary wage earner like him worth close to [-] million, money is not the rarest thing, but time at his disposal is.

Of course, it doesn’t matter if you don’t agree. After all, the contract was tricked into signing, and the other party doesn’t want to pay compensation and refuses to terminate the contract. It’s like relying on him.

It's Lao Hu, Jiang Xingxing really doesn't know how to speak.

Lao Hu is a good man, he has always treated him like his own son, and never cared about his mediocrity and ignorance of the world.He wanted to continue working with Lao Hu, but now that he said he wanted to leave, he should go to a better place, because he was afraid that Lao Hu would think he had no conscience.

Unexpectedly, after hearing this, Lao Hu pondered for a while in silence, analyzed the pros and cons of being a personal assistant from beginning to end, and finally came to a conclusion: "You have to go. The boss values ​​you. This is a good opportunity."

When sending him to the secretariat, the old Hu held his shoulders and told him tirelessly: "Learn more from Secretary Tu. You can learn anything about people and work ability. You can follow the boss and get in touch with him." People are different, the first thing is to keep your mouth tight, and then you have to be careful about everything..."

Lao Hu was like an old father who was sending his son to the city for the first time to go to college, and he kept telling him the precautions in his ear, wishing to put all the experience of decades in his life into reality and stuff it into his mind.

I don't know which sentence hit Jiang Xingxing's lacrimal gland, he cried all the way in a very hopeless way, and wiped his tears into the Secretariat's office.

This was his second visit to the secretariat, but the first time he dared to look around.

The office is quite large, with four desks scattered around, each of which is directly facing the door of the chairman's office. You can see everything outside the boss's office and in the corridor through the glass wall at any time.

Tu Xue was not there when he went, and another secretary, Hao Jinyan who bumped into him in a hurry that day, received him.

Hao Mi looked to be about 40 years old, more serious, and treated others indifferently. He pointed to the blank desk in the far corner, told him to go to the toilet, and then sat back to work.

Jiang Xingxing didn't want to disturb her, and lightly packed the "belongings" he brought up - a cardboard box, which contained some of his personal items: a water cup with a Two-dimensional character printed on it, and a pen holder of the same style , a notebook of the same style, and a cushion of the same style.

Jiang Xingxing was lowering his head and carefully playing with his treasures. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Hao Mi standing up in front of him. He also raised his head and found that Zhou Xie appeared at the door of the office at some point and was walking towards him. .

"Mr. Zhou."

Hao Mi greeted him, Zhou Xie hummed expressionlessly, and pressed his palm down: "You are busy with your work."

Hao Mi then sat down and continued to work on the computer.

Zhou Xie came over with a smile on his face: "Is it all over?"

Jiang Xingxing nodded and asked him, "Boss, is your stomach feeling better?"

Hao Mi stopped typing and looked back at him in surprise.

Jiang Xingxing was stunned for a moment, thinking he had said something wrong, he couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed: "Did I..."

"It's okay." Zhou Xie gave him a "relax" look, casually picked up the water glass he put on the table, glanced at it, frowned slightly, and couldn't help but complain, "What are you doing?" ..."

What shit taste.

The two-dimensional beautiful woman with big breasts, slender waist and long legs on the water glass was innocently staring at Zhou Xie with big eyes and small eyes. The 30-year-old GAY had a chill and quickly put it down.

As soon as I put this down, I saw the pen holder again; as soon as I moved my eyes away from the pen holder, I bumped into the pillow again...

Zhou Xie pressed her twitching eyelids, pointed to the big breasts of the beautiful woman on the pen holder and asked Jiang Xingxing: "Like this?"

Jiang Xingxing: "...Actually, I don't like it..."

It is love.

Maybe it was the infatuation in his eyes that betrayed him, and Zhou Xie saw through his unfinished words, this indifferent and noble man suddenly became jealous, wishing to set the group of Yingying Yanyan on fire. clean.

"This, this, and this..." Zhou Xie once again used power to overwhelm the sheep, and waved his hands with a livid face, "Put them all away. What does it look like to put these things in the office?"

Jiang Xingxing didn't expect to encounter the boss's bad luck on the first day of his arrival, so he quickly put these treasures back into the box, and prepared to take them home at night and put them at home for collection.

After watching him pack those things with his own eyes, Zhou Xie was still worried. Like the police searching for evidence, he checked his new work station up and down, and found nothing that shouldn't be there, so he stopped. The flag died down, ready to let him go.

Jiang Xingxing secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Before he could finish his breath, Zhou Xie, who had already walked a few steps, turned back and took away his treasure box and the wives in the box in front of him.

Jiang Xingxing: "..."

The revenge of the wife is not shared.

What behavior is this?Zhou's skinny behavior!

He worked so hard, scoured all the good things from various comic exhibitions, and Zhou Papi ruthlessly confiscated them.

Yang Changgong's heart began to bleed out in an instant.

But on the first day of work, he didn't dare and couldn't resist, so he could only stab Zhou Papi 180 eight knives silently in his heart, and the knife saw blood.

It is a trivial matter without the pen holder and cushion, and it is a bit embarrassing without the water cup.Jiang Xingxing looked around the office, only found the water dispenser, but not the paper cup, so he had to lick his thirsty lips, and was about to go downstairs to find a lounge for a drink.

At this moment, Zhou Papi came back again.

He was holding a lot of things in his hand, Hao Mi saw this and wanted to go to pick it up, but he dodged it in a flash: "It's okay, you are busy."

He was polite to Hao Mi, but not to Jiang Xingxing.

He said to Jiang Xingxing fiercely: "Jiang Xingxing, come here and continue. Do you have any insight?"

Jiang Xingxing hurried over and took all the things in his arms.

Zhou Xie has a lot of things in his arms, and it is inevitable that there will be some physical contact between the two when handing over.Zhou Xie's forearm swept across Jiang Xingxing's chest, and Jiang Xingxing's wrist was attached to Zhou Xie's lower abdomen. Even when something slipped down, Jiang Xingxing stretched out his leg to block it, and his knee touched Zhou Xie. inner thigh.

But it was just to hand over something, Jiang Xingxing was fine, it just made Zhou Xie irritated by the seemingly invisible physical contact, stood there for a long time and panted for a while, and then said "It's useless" You can use it as you like." Then he turned and went back to the office.

Jiang Xingxing piled things up on the table and started tidying up bit by bit.

First of all, the biggest one is a pillow, which is the same color and texture as the leather sofa in the reception area of ​​Zhouxie's office, and it is probably taken directly from it; then there are several beautifully packaged brocade boxes. A little old-fashioned red wooden pen holder with dragon pattern, a glass teacup with a handle that is so bright as to be blinding, a heavy black signature pen inlaid with gold thread, a box of green tea with no trademark and simple packaging, and a piece of the latest certain brand mobile phone.

The rest are little things.Jiang Xingxing counted and found that Zhou Xie replaced all the things he took from him and returned them to him, and also gave him a lot of other small items.

It seems that this small favor is used to offset the hatred between the two of them for taking their wives.

Jiang Xingxing angrily inserted a few pens into the old-fashioned wooden pen holder, thinking how it was possible.

Early the next morning, Jiang Xingxing rode his little electric donkey straight to Zhou Xie's house.

The two are not far away, but the land prices vary widely.

The community where Zhou Xie lives is very famous, famous all over the country, almost synonymous with "rich".There is a saying in Shanghai: To see if a person is really rich, you can tell if he has a house in XX.

It's the neighborhood where Zhou Xie lives.

Therefore, Jiang Xingxing was stopped by the security guards as a matter of course and without accident.

Seeing how poor he was, the security guard refused to even call Zhou Xie to confirm, and just yelled at him: "Don't see where this is, you little red guy..."

Jiang Xingxing had no choice but to take out his mobile phone and call Zhou Xie himself.

The first time, no one answered.

The second time, I was hung up.

The third time, just when Jiang Xingxing felt that he might not be able to enter the door today, the call got through.

Zhou Xie drank too much last night and was sleeping soundly when he was woken up by the ringing of the bell again and again, and his anger went straight to the sky, thinking that even if it was his own father who hit him, he would not want to hear a good anger.

So he closed his eyes and answered the phone with a particularly aggressive tone: "Say."

Then he heard Jiang Xingxing's trembling voice: "Old...boss, the door...the guard won't let me in..."

Zhou Xie suddenly opened his eyes.

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Xingxing let out a long breath, wiped off the sweat he had pent up because he was anxious to explain, and said in his heart——

This personal assistant is not so easy to be...