The personal secretary mistakenly slept on the black-bellied president

At the beginning, it was a bit complicated to sort out the information. After all, Feng Xuan was not familiar with the company's overall process when he first arrived.

The high-achieving students of University B have real talents, and Feng Xuan usually likes to read some professional books, so he quickly entered the working state.

After about three hours, Tang Yan raised his head from a pile of documents, took off his glasses, pressed the bridge of his nose, leaned against the back of the chair, with his long legs slightly crossed, looked sideways at the cold side face that was still typing, and the corners of his mouth hooked. ticked off.

Feng Xuan didn't notice his gaze, and was still looking at the information fed back from the project, looking for loopholes seriously.

"Here." Tang Yan came over, leaning on the desk with one hand, and walked around behind Feng Xuan with the other. Covering his tall body, he tapped the form on the screen with his index finger. [

Looking at this posture from behind, Feng Xuan was wrapped in Tang Yan's arms, which was indescribably ambiguous.

However, the person sitting on the chair didn't think much, just said softly, so it was so, and then started typing again.

Tang Yan lowered his head slightly, his long and narrow eyes swept across the slightly red and swollen thin lips of the other party, and he smiled meaningfully...

In the company, it is a well-known saying that women should be used as men and men should be used as animals.

But Feng Xuan did not expect to be so busy.

For a full four hours, the two of them hardly talked about any personal matters, as long as they spoke, it was work.

The lunch at noon is delivered from outside. The food is good and there are many dishes.

Tang Yan took off his suit jacket, threw it on the office chair casually, loosened his tie with his hands, and smiled evilly, making the female staff who brought the food blush secretly.

"Junior Brother." He seemed to be used to this kind of admiring gaze, turned his head, and raised his eyebrows at Feng Xuan: "Come over for dinner."

Feng Xuan raised his eyes from the computer, his work was interrupted, and his tone was a bit cold: "You eat first, I'm still busy."

This tone? !The female employee was startled, and glanced at the new assistant in the corner, her eyes were full of admiration, dare to kill the boss, you are awesome!

Tang Yan didn't care, broke off the bamboo chopsticks, and started eating with a smile.

Those who are more vicious than the boss can still survive!The female workers are excited!Before leaving, he took a special look at the appearance of the new assistant, and then...then his face turned even redder.

Regarding this phenomenon, Tang Yan frowned in displeasure. It seems that next time he should find a male employee to deliver meals.

He picked up a piece of meat, chewed it in his mouth, and then looked at the handsome man with cold eyes, his thin lips curled up.

The bamboo chopsticks were handed over and touched the other's lips.

The typewriter opened his mouth subconsciously, his eyes still staring at the data on the computer with green eyes, without any pause.

Tang Boss was very satisfied with this and continued to feed ng.

Feng Xuan's whole body was immersed in the sea of ​​data, and after he finished his work, it was already three o'clock in the afternoon. When he realized the strong smell of meat in his mouth, he blinked, feeling something was wrong. [

Tang Yan was wearing a tie. The black suit he wore in the morning was replaced with a dark blue one. The buttons on his coat were exquisitely crafted and shone with a faint silver light.

Seeing that Feng Xuan was done with his work, he put a warm smile on his lips: "Go and wash your face, we have dinner tonight."

What is the job of the special assistant to the president?

Making coffee, sorting out information, and reading financial statements are all trivial matters.

The most important thing is to be able to block alcohol!

The Chinese have always liked to discuss business at the wine table, whether it is a businessman or an official, they all eat this way.

Tang Yan took a total of three people away, besides Feng Xuan, there was also the business manager and the company's gold medal PR.

The wine table is set up in the best restaurant in Beijing. Looking across the row, except for this and that, it is the director of the bureau and the committee members.

Feng Xuan was born in the compound of the military region, so he is no stranger to colluding with officials and businessmen.

Especially in the real estate industry, if you don't know a few leaders in this city, no matter how rich you are, you can't make it big, let alone in the imperial capital, you can meet a second-generation official within three steps. Shouting that my dad is Li Gang.

People who are officials have big stomachs, and it is not ruled out that they are all drunk.

As soon as Feng Xuan and the others sat down, they first served a few bottles of Moutai, and everyone's wine glasses were full.

Tang Yan hadn't waited for the other party to speak, so he picked up the wine glass and made a toast one by one.

When the director saw this, he didn't dare to pour him to death. He turned his head and began to pour the subordinates brought by Tang Yan.

Feng Xuan's wine was skillfully blocked.

The business manager and the gold medal publicist drank the Moutai wine like mineral water. Every glass was bottomed out thoroughly, and it was obvious that they were often mixed on the wine table.

But no matter how long you hang around, you can't help the leader's intentions.

Almost four bottles of Moutai are gone, but the director is still respectful.

He is good, he only respects but not drinks, nothing wrong with him.

It's just that the business manager and the gold medal PR have suffered, and the two of them have already started to feel numb under their feet after drinking. They turned their heads to look at Tang Yan, and their figures swayed.

Tang Yan pressed down his wine glass and held it up, socializing with ease.

The director was happy to see it, and turned his head to look at Feng Xuan: "Hey, why doesn't this little brother drink, this is not feasible." [

Tang Yan's drinking hand paused slightly, a flash of sharpness flashed in his eyes, and he was just about to speak.

Feng Xuan had already picked up the white wine beside his hand, with a professional smile on his face: "I toast to Chief Liu." After finishing his speech, he raised his head and poured down the whole glass of wine.

Tang Yan frowned indistinctly.

The director laughed: "Okay, you can drink a lot!"

Then, as if he had found his target, he began to drink again.

Tang Yan's eyes became colder and colder, and the black pupils under the golden frame seemed to be frozen.

The two who were drunk, looked at the smile on the corner of their boss's mouth, and their backs felt chills.

Feng Xuanruo blocked the wine for Tang Yan, and what he said was more skilled than a gold medal publicist, so he didn't have to do it all, just took a sip.It was all dry, and poured it into the stomach without blinking.

After a meal, I didn't eat a few bites of food, and there were large and small wine bottles on the table.

"Mr. Tang, I will leave that project to you." Before leaving, Director Liu patted Tang Yan on the shoulder, as if he was drunk, and looked like a good brother: "You have to develop well, quality is the key Nah."

Tang Yan said lightly: "Don't worry, Director Liu." He gestured to the person behind him, and someone helped Director Liu out of the restaurant.

The rest of the division chiefs and secretaries were already drunk, each pressing their heads and moaning...