The personal secretary mistakenly slept on the black-bellied president

Feng Xuan suddenly remembered that in the year of the senior high school entrance examination, he had a high fever and skipped the exam recklessly, watching him write the test paper outside the classroom, for fear that he would faint.

At that time, he was still wearing a white shirt, the hem of which was habitually tucked into school uniform trousers. He looked wild and handsome, with a dissolute expression on his face.

Then, Feng Xuan began to understand.

Why, I have no interest in girls.

Why, when the male classmate came back from renting a disc and retreated into the dormitory to watch a movie, he would find it interesting. [

Why, no matter how many people came over and said they liked him, he would remain calm.

Because, a long time ago, when that man was standing in the corner holding a bunch of Transformers and looking up at him, there was a shadow in his heart.

unruly.

Feng Xuan threw himself on the sofa, the big dog came over and rubbed his hand with his head.

"Uncle." Feng Xuan stroked its belly, smiled, and showed two canine teeth: "Your belly is big enough."

"Woof!" the big dog barked in protest.

Only then did Feng Xuan remember that he hadn't fed this guy yet, so he quickly got up from the sofa, and after a lot of tossing, he filled up the dog bowl.

Ah Guai wagged her tail and gnawed happily.

Feng Xuan sat on the sofa and looked at it, shaking the wine glass in his hand, there was Sprite on the top, cocoa wine on the bottom, separated by ice cubes, they would make noise when they collided together.

Life is real now.

As for those childhood memories.

Everything that should be buried is buried.

Walking across the blanket barefoot, Feng Xuan opened his notebook, logged on to QQ, and was about to ask about the crew's progress before going to sleep.

Who knows, he just came up.

The voice of QQ was beeping and the world was turned upside down.

Basically, the girls in the production group were looking for him, and the conversation revolved around the fact that no matter how ugly he was, he was still the most competent V in their minds.

Feng Xuan replied thank you one by one. After replying, he looked at the mirror beside him and frowned: "Am I ugly?"

"Woof!" The big dog nodded desperately.

Feng Xuan glanced at it indifferently: "I didn't ask you, uncle." [

Damn, how long are you going to call the title Uncle!The dog was angry, bared its teeth and blew its fur.

Feng Xuan drank the wine in the glass, stretched out his hand and twisted his neck: "Forget it, go to bed first, and have to deal with that perverted brother tomorrow."

Thinking of Tang Yan's handsome face that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, Feng Xuan always had an indescribable feeling. Is this senior simply not pleasing to his eyes, or is he just a pervert in his bones?

Hmm~ This question has yet to be investigated.

Feng Xuan walked into the bathroom while taking off his sweater. He was even more handsome in his half naked body than when he was not wearing any clothes. His waistline was very slender, his skinny texture was distinct and clear, and his short black hair was softly attached to his ears. , it is easy to think of the four words gentle and moist as jade.

He squeezed the toothpaste and was about to brush his teeth when he stared at the mirror in shock.

Touching the thin lips with fingers, I always feel a little red and swollen.

Is it because of the dry weather?

Feng Xuan frowned and thought, very inexplicable...

While rubbing the big towel on his head, Feng Xuan opened the notebook in front of him, asked Du Niang to search it, and was satisfied to see the information he wanted.

Longyan Yaju, a cutting-edge company in the construction industry, has not been established for a long time, but it has been well received in the industry. Although it has repeatedly recruited external managers in recent years, the control is still firmly in the hands of the Tang family. However, Yan Yaju is not corrupted in management because it is a Tang family business. The people at the helm of each generation are the best in the Tang family...

Feng Xuan had a general understanding of the situation of the company he was about to join, and his daily contacts with Longyan Yaju, so he narrowed his eyes slightly...

On the first day of employment, clothing is very important. Feng Xuan wore a silver-gray suit with a pure white shirt and a very chic tie. The long-legged trousers were more classy, ​​and he had short black hair. He looked very capable, but because of his temperament, he was a little more lazy.

Longyan Yaju is located in the center of Beijing. It is not the highest floor, but the building is a fusion of Chinese and Western flavors. It makes people see that this company is engaged in construction.

"Sir, may I help you?" The lady at the front desk greeted her with a smile, her attitude was warm and business-like.

"I'm a new member of the company, and I joined the job today." Feng Xuan smiled, looking very professional.

The front desk lady stared blankly at the smile, and then took out a form: "Then please fill out this form first, and then take it to the Human Resources Department on the tenth floor to report."

Feng Xuan nodded, picked up the pen, lowered his head, and began to fill out the form.

Just after writing the name column, the front desk lady's eyes widened: "Are you Mr. Feng?"

"Yeah." Feng Xuan responded lightly, writing very delicately

The lady at the front desk took a deep breath and pressed the paper: "You don't need to fill out the entry form. Mr. Tang said you are here, just go to his office and find him directly."

"Which floor is his office on?" Feng Xuan raised his eyebrows. [

The front desk lady pointed to the top of her head: "The highest level."

Feng Xuan naturally knew what the highest level meant in a company. He pressed the elevator button, walked to an office, and tapped twice on the wooden door with his index finger.

"Enter."

A deep voice came from the office, with a habitual command tone.

Feng Xuan's expression remained unchanged, and he walked in as he said.

The layout of the office is very cold, a combination of pure white and pure black, showing the taste of elites everywhere.

Tang Yan, dressed in a suit and leather shoes, was sitting on the office chair in the center, with a light shining under his gold-rimmed glasses, and under his hands were a lot of contract materials to be signed.

Behind him is a large window, reflecting the bustling city outside the building, which is full of momentum, which suits him very well.

Seeing Feng Xuan coming in, Tang Yan didn't stop what he was doing, and said without raising his head, "Go make a cup of coffee."

"Okay." Feng Xuan answered coldly, looked around, took out the coffee can from the wooden shelf, walked to the rest room, and pressed the button of the coffee machine.

After a few minutes, when the door came in again, Feng Xuan had two extra cups of Blue Mountain coffee in his hands, one was given to Tang Yan, and the other was in his hand.

On Tang Yan's left hand side was a desk with a notebook on it. Feng Xuan walked over and glanced at it, only to find that it was the unfinished work of the previous secretary.

After thinking about it, I took the information and started typing on the keyboard.

For a while, apart from the rustling flipping through, there was the typing sound of Perak Bala...