your little tail

No wonder Mo Jingyu behaved like this.

The Chinese pronunciation is so wonderful that in this sentence, "smell" and "kiss" are homonyms.

Mo Jingyu's face darkened, "Please focus on your work."

After finishing speaking, he bought the bill and walked out, ignoring Ji Ling.

Ji Ling puffed his mouth behind.

——Mo Jingyu changed his face when he changed his face!This friend is really hard to make.

——Why don’t you just let me smell the smell and not lose a piece of meat, why are you so angry?

Ji Ling stared at the back of Mo Jingyu's head, and murmured in her heart: "I respect you, so I asked specifically. Anyway, I was standing next to you and secretly sniffed, and you didn't know."

When they went back to the company together, they happened to meet colleagues from the department who had come back from dinner.

This time, the small group is fried again.

Colleague A: No wonder you have to have dinner with us, because you always wanted to hug the boss' thigh!

Colleague B: Let me tell you, Ji Ling is not related to the boss, is he?

Colleague C: Probably not. When I was chatting with Sister Mei that day, she said that Ji Ling came in through strict interview procedures.

Colleague A: Look at how skilled their interns are, you and I can only immerse ourselves in work.

Colleague B: I can't afford to climb too high.

……

Xia You has already been pulled into the group chat of the department's small group, looking at the conversation on the phone screen, thinking.

Naturally, Ji Ling was isolated by the entire department.

On the other hand, Ji Ling was so happy that he finally didn't have to deal with his false and submissive colleagues.

In the tea room, the girl with round glasses who was saddened by Li Ruirui in the conference room saw Ji Ling inside, hesitated for a moment, walked to her side and asked in a low voice: "Ji Ling, I think you are a very good person, but you are not very good. Communicate with others. Do you not know how to get along with colleagues?"

Ji Ling slowed down his breathing almost imperceptibly. "I'm more reserved."

She recalled in her mind that this girl seemed to be called Du Dan.

Du Dan: "You are still young and have just entered the workplace. You may not be familiar with the way of interpersonal communication. If you want to integrate into the department quickly, you should take the initiative. It is better to have a senior to guide you than to fight alone."

"Also..." Du Dan hesitated to speak, and lowered his voice, "You are too close to the boss, and your colleagues will definitely be dissatisfied."

Ji Ling smiled back: "I've finished my work, as long as I have a clear conscience, as for other things, I won't take it to heart. But thank you very much."

She could see that the girl meant what she said.

Du Dan nodded, "Then I'll go back first."

"Ah."

After people went out, Ji Ling let out a long sigh of relief.

At this time, Mo Jingyu came in, and seeing Ji Ling inside, a strange feeling crossed his mind.

Mo Jingyu pretended not to see her, and went straight to the coffee machine.While receiving the coffee, he took out a stick of white sugar.

Slender fingers tore open the paper bag and melted the sugar into the coffee.

Ji Ling's eyes were attracted by those beautiful hands, with full nails, delicate knuckles, thin palms, and smooth wrist bones.Really suitable for taking pictures for reference!

But Mo Jingyu actually had to add sugar to drink black coffee, the taste was really strange.

Ji Ling moved over calmly, and Mo Jingyu took a few deep breaths behind his back, with a satisfied expression on his face.

Mo Jingyu felt someone approaching, and his facial muscles tensed suddenly.

She picked up the mug, turned around slowly, and saw the strange expression on Ji Ling's face.

Seeing the person turn around, Ji Ling smiled and said, "Mr. Mo, your hands are so pretty."

Suspicious red covered Mo Jingyu's ears.

Ji Ling looked at Mo Jingyu expectantly, "Can I take some photos?"

"Work hard, don't make such unreasonable demands!" Mo Jingyu's tone was full of sullenness, "Please watch your words and deeds in the company!"

After all, he walked out quickly, leaving only Ji Ling behind.

Ji Ling pursed her lips, "If you can't, you can't. Why are you so fierce? I rarely ask others!"

——It's a pity that such a beautiful hand is not used as a hand model.

Mo Jingyu returned to the office, took the documents that needed to be signed, and after opening them, he was a little lost in thought.

"Knock knock knock."

After knocking on the door, Qin Rou walked in with a folder.

Qin Rou stretched out her hand and waved it in front of Mo Jingyu's eyes.

Mo Jingyu frowned slightly, "What are you doing?"

Qin Rou: "I still want to ask what are you doing?"

Mo Jingyu tapped the A4 paper on the table with her fingertips, "I didn't see it, am I looking at the contract?"

Qin Rou also stretched out her hand and knocked on it a few times, "It's reversed."

Mo Jingyu: "..."

Qin Rou's lips curved softly, "What happened to Mr. Mo? It's so rare to be in a daze in the office!"

Mo Jingyu raised his eyelids slightly, took the folder from Qin Rou, and glanced at it roughly.Sign it and hand it back to Qin Rou.

Put out the gossip fire of the other party with his eyes, "Senior sister, go to work and close the door for me, thank you."

Qin Rou glanced at Mo Jingyu, said nothing, and walked out of the room gracefully.

Ji Ling sat in front of the computer, plugged the hard drive into the host computer, and started looking through his material library.After looking at hundreds of photos of hands, none of them looked better than Mo Jingyu's.

She rested her chin on one hand and tapped on the table with the other.

His eyes drifted to the door of Mo Jingyu's office.

Ji Ling's eyes narrowed slightly. Since she was a child, there was nothing in this world that she couldn't get.

Those hands were already in the category of prey by her.

The short-haired colleague on the opposite side suddenly patted the baffle of Ji Ling's station with a stack of paper, "Ji Ling, Xiaoyou is not here, please help me make a copy of this document."

Ji Ling blinked, "Why?"

The short hair was impatient, "Why? You are an intern, and this is what you should do."

Ji Ling looked at the short hair with big innocent eyes, "I'm an intern under Sister Sun Ning, and it's my job if she asks me to copy things. If you ask me nicely, I can help you too. , but you have a bad attitude now, and I don't want to help you."

Short hair was already in a bad mood, and now he was even more depressed. "You're here to work, not to be an uncle! I'm so busy at work, and I ask you to make a photocopy of the documents, and I still have to beg you? You're also an intern who just arrived, why is there such a big gap!"

Ji Ling sighed, and said: "Even if you are angry with me, the result will not change. When you are angry, you have already finished copying. When I was three years old, my father told me that I should do my own things. "

"You really listen to your father!" The short hair sneered, "Your father is not Ji Jinren, why are you arrogant with me here? Miss's body is the life of a servant girl!"

In the minds of today's young people, Ji Jinren is equivalent to the existence of a national father.

Ji Ling turned his gaze back to the computer screen and stopped talking.

"You're doing well!" The short hair stood up suddenly holding the document, and the swivel chair behind him slid backwards sharply, hitting the table and making a loud clang.

The office was suddenly quiet, and you could clearly hear a needle falling on the ground.

It's not because of anything else, but because the big boss is standing not far behind that colleague.

The author has something to say: Ji Ling: Sorry, my dad is really Ji Jinren.