190 My boss has a plan for me

G: [I want to see you, I want to touch you, I want to do a lot]

The mobile phone beeped twice in a row, and Shen Jingnian, who secretly hid in the bathroom cubicle and posed for a photo, quickly straightened his clothes and let out a sigh of relief.

Shen Jingnian looked down at the phone, and before the heat on his face could subside due to embarrassment, his cheeks became hot again, and his pants three inches below the navel were a little tight.

Of course he knew what "many, many" meant.

Blame him for being too imaginative, and blame his brother for not doing his job properly and flirting around during working hours.

Shen Jingnian decided to wait in the bathroom for a while, and wait for it to subside naturally before going out.

After a while, there was a sudden sound of footsteps outside, and Shen Jingnian took a tight breath.

Obviously other people are in the cubicle and are not doing anything bad, but when I think of myself taking advantage of the break time of the shareholder meeting to hide in the toilet cubicle and flirt with strange men on the Internet, I feel very nervous and exciting.

The crisp sound of leather shoes stepping on the floor stopped at the place separated by the door, and then there was a thin sound of water flowing outside.

Shen Jingnian held his breath and listened carefully to the movement outside the cubicle. The rest time was about to end, and he planned to get out as soon as the people outside left.

With a "click", it sounded like someone was taking a picture.

There are men in the company running to the toilet to take selfies like him?

With a "ding", a clear and loud sound sounded in the bathroom.

Shen Jingnian was so frightened that he almost threw his phone into the toilet to flush it down, he frantically turned on the phone, and was surprised to find that since he hadn't replied for a long time, G also responded with a picture.

A close-up photo of the hand, G's left hand is stretched under a stream of water, the index finger and middle finger are slightly raised, the veins on the back of the hand are straightened, the knuckle fingers cut off the water flow, and the water splash is frozen in the photo when it is scattered in mid-air.

That is a hand that is not inferior to any hand model.

The first time Shen Jingnian saw it, he subconsciously held his breath, and reflexively raised his hand to touch his nose. He actually felt his nose was itchy.

G: [I still want to put my hands on your buttocks, knead and pat hard...]

Shen Jingnian hid in the toilet cubicle, his face flushed red, the heat that had finally been suppressed on his face was steaming again, his lips were a little dry.

He has such a good imagination, he can't help but imagine according to what G said, imagining that he is kneading his ass with one hand, and he will beat his ass until it turns red, and it will be on G's. palm print...

Shen Jingnian opened his mouth slightly, and took two quick breaths, thinking that there were still people outside, he held his breath carefully, with persevering fine sweat on his forehead.

Smelly brother is so good at playing.

He is naturally not far behind.

S: [Then I'll wait for you~]

"Heh." A chuckle came from outside the door.

Shen Jingnian's buttocks tightened instantly, and he subconsciously thought that G was laughing at him for being overconfident.

Listen carefully, it looks like that little bastard Gong Jingze is outside the door.

It turned out that he was the one who washed his hands and took selfies outside.

G: 【Tonight】

After posting this message, G went offline. It was estimated that the fishing time at work was over, and the footsteps outside the door gradually left. Shen Jingnian hurried out of the cubicle, washed his hands, and hurried back to the meeting room.

The meeting continued without interruption until twelve noon.

After everyone walked out of the conference room one after another, Shen Jingnian also got up holding the computer and documents, nodded to Gong Jingze, then turned and left.

Secretary Qiao caught up with the folder and stepped on high heels all the way in small steps, and whispered, "Special Assistant Shen."

"Is there something wrong?" Shen Jingnian looked at Secretary Qiao's stiletto heels and couldn't help imagining how painful it would be if the other party accidentally stepped on his instep, so he quietly stepped back half a step to the side, and at the same time slowed down in a gentlemanly manner pace.

"Special Assistant Shen, Mr. Xiao Gong just came to the company, and his lunch..."

Shen Jingnian paused, frowned and said, "He is such an adult, can't he eat by himself?"

Secretary Qiao reminded embarrassingly: "That little meeting held by Mr. Gong before he retired..."

With a headache, Shen Jingnian raised his hands and pinched the center of his brows, and said, "I see, you go to eat first."

Mr. Gong always cared for his only son and took good care of him. He was afraid that his son would be cold or hungry. Before retiring, he held a special meeting and told Shen Jingnian and the staff of the president's office to take care of him, who was only good at academics. Son, it seems that Gong Jingze is a good-for-nothing who can't take care of himself.

After Secretary Qiao left, Shen Jingnian turned around and went back to the conference room. Gong Jingze was carrying the computer out, and the two met at the door of the conference room.

Gong Jingze looked at Special Assistant Shen with a displeased face in surprise, and raised his eyebrows and asked, "Special Assistant Shen... came to block me at the door of the classroom after school?"

"Do you have lunch?" Special Assistant Shen rolled his eyes and asked directly.

Gong Jingze was a little surprised: "Is Special Assistant Shen here to invite me to dinner? I'm really flattered."

Special Assistant Shen turned around speechlessly: "..."

Gong Jingze followed quickly: "Actually, there is really no place to eat. Does Special Assistant Shen have any recommendations?"

"Open a certain gourmet app, and you can choose from the recommendations on the homepage." Special Assistant Shen said indifferently.

"But I don't have that app." Mr. Xiao Gong looked confident.

"Download." Special Assistant Shen was even more speechless.

"How can I download boring and low-level software on my mobile phone, it will lower my composure." Gong Jingze's tone was so serious that he didn't want to be beaten.

Shen Jingnian paused, took a deep breath, looked at Gong Jingze's earnest expression, remained silent for tens of seconds, and finally believed that what Young Master Gui said came from his heart.

"Okay." Special Assistant Shen gritted his teeth and nodded, "Then do you eat takeaways ordered on boring and low-level software?"

"That's acceptable." President Xiaogong pondered for a moment, then said, "As long as it's delicious, hygienic, and healthy..."

Special Assistant Shen turned around, rolled his eyes quietly, and said, "Then you go back to the office and wait."

Gong Jingze's words were cut off in the middle, he opened his mouth, held back, and finally looked at Special Assistant Shen's indifferent back and said: "If conditions permit, you can have a cup of coffee first, with milk and sugar."

"I'm not your secretary." Shen Jingnian said coldly.

"I know, you are my special assistant." Gong Jingze emphasized the word "mine".

All the secretaries in the president's office have gone to dinner. During special times, the special assistant can naturally serve as the secretary, but no sensible boss will call the special assistant to serve tea and water.

But, who made Mr. Xiao Gong so ignorant for the first time.

When Shen Jingnian was mixing coffee in the tea room, he gritted his teeth and thought, when will Gong Jingze be beaten up by the society? Smelly brother.

I thought I had learned a lot of advanced business management experience, studied many business war cases, and was full of ambitions. In fact, I only talked about my dreams on paper and had no practical experience at all.

While complaining inwardly, Special Assistant Shen withheld half a teaspoon of sugar from his boss.