101 Marriage Proposals: Hei Di's Sky-high Lover

"What exactly does the special assistant do?"

It sounds quite majestic.

But Ziyang will not forget that there is a whole group of secretaries at the door, and there are more than [-] other people. He still needs assistants?

Fu Hong curled his lips into a smile: "It is to take care of my daily life."

It would be even more perfect if he waited on his body again, not to mention eight thousand a month, even eighty thousand a month, he would be happy to do it.

"I'm not a nanny. Don't just give me a job and send me away. To be an assistant, you have to be like those people outside. Rely on my real skills and do real things with a real salary."

Fu Hong sighed inwardly.

This little girl!

But he thought about it, and said with a serious face: "Okay, but I will put the ugly words up front. If you can't adapt to work, you will never be allowed to mention work in the future. Do your work at home peacefully." Young Mistress, let me take care of you."

Zi Yang pursed her lips, thought for a while, and nodded heavily.

"Okay. One word from a gentleman is hard to follow."

She has confidence in herself.

Afterwards, Fu Hong had someone move in a desk, which was placed not far from him, and he could see her every move as long as he looked up.

He even arranged a job for her.

"There is a folder on your desk. Read it all within half an hour and memorize it by heart. There will be a meeting in four or 10 minutes. Join me."

Then, he left her behind, never looked at her again, and concentrated on his official duties.

He wants to see how long she can last.

Zi Yang nodded. What she had in front of her was a meeting document, which consisted of more than [-] pages, and it took half an hour to read and memorize all these densely packed words. Isn't this deliberately embarrassing?

Hmph, he just wants to make himself a golden bird from now on, so I'm going to try my best to show you.

Zi Yang tucked her head into the profound and profound Chinese characters, drawing with a brush.

After Fu Hong was working and resting, he looked up and saw Zi Yang, who was buried in her head like a primary school student, with her hands on her right cheek, staring in a daze.

He lay back casually, but unfortunately he couldn't see her face, only her hair.

In my heart, Wei Wei felt a little unwilling.

A certain man looked at the table with his finger: "Assistant Yangyang, pour me a cup of freshly ground coffee."

Zi Yang didn't hear it, she was too attentive.

dong dong dong...

He rang the table bell: "A cup of freshly ground coffee, hurry up!"

Zi Yang was so frightened that her whole body jumped, and then she came to her senses: "Ah? What did you say?"

"Coffee, freshly ground, will it? Will you admit defeat?"

Zi Yang stood up awkwardly, "Of course." No, I don't know how to find someone to teach me?

Zi Yang pursed her lips, walked out, immediately grabbed a secretary, and asked warmly, "Sister Wan, where is the coffee machine? The one inside wants to drink coffee."

"Young mistress, I'll just go make some coffee." Secretary Wan broke into a cold sweat. Why did the president ask the young mistress to pass on the message if he wanted to drink coffee? She found out that the young mistress who came to the company a few days ago was very favored by the president and never ordered her to do it. Yes.

Zi Yang waved her hand.

"It's okay, we are colleagues now, you just need to tell me where to soak, don't treat me like a young mistress."

Even though he said so, Secretary Wan was still respectful, and took Zi Yang to the coffee shop very carefully, told her the president's taste, and demonstrated it himself.

Zi Yang held the coffee she made and proudly placed it in front of Fu Hong, smiling.

"President, the coffee you asked for. Do you have any other instructions?"