Silly and cute with a black belly: the most beloved little enemy

In just one morning, Shen Mochen's office was full of people coming and going.

Three people came to confirm whether there was a meeting this afternoon, four people asked how to deal with program errors, five people confirmed the signing of the contract and order, and countless people came here to pour water and make tea for Shen Mochen.

Taozi has a bad habit, as long as someone walks by, she will habitually look up, to put it nicely, this is called high alertness, to put it badly, it means poor concentration.

So in just a few hours, Tao Zi had already assigned different nicknames to every single male who came to Shen Mochen's office.

The one with acne is called "Brother Acne".

The one with long curly hair is called "Student Hanawa".

The fat man who shows the upper and lower rows of teeth when he smiles is called "Brother Totoro".

While giving them nicknames, Tao Zi recorded the time when everyone came in and what they asked.

It was not until noon that it was almost time to get off work, and the bachelors who went to Shen Mochen's office finally calmed down.

Duan Yu was also disturbed by them, and his work efficiency in the morning was almost zero.

Shen Mochen held a pen in one hand, and tapped the table lightly with the other. A pair of dark and deep eyes slowly swept across the desk in front of him. Eight glasses of water were neatly arranged on it. These are all his subordinates. , the result of a morning of "kind care" for him.

Shen Mochen's eyes followed the teacups, and slowly turned to Tao Zi who was sitting beside him.

Seeing that she was burying her head in the notebook in front of her, writing something seriously, Shen Mochen took the notebook away with a wave of his hand, took a closer look, and read in a low voice: "Nine fifty-eight, senior brother Come to ask about program error reporting. At 58:23, Brother Li Kui brought a cup of hot tea. At 37:[-], Lei Zhenzi asked about annual leave..."

Hearing Shen Mochen's voice, Duan Yu also raised a pair of deep and clear eyes, and his eyes fell on Taozi with a smile.

"What is this??" Shen Mochen pinched Tao Zi's notebook with his slender fingers, raised a pair of delicate eyebrows, and looked at her sideways.

"...That's right, the record..." Taozi glanced at the notebook and replied with some annoyance.

"Oh... What about the report I asked you to write for me??" Shen Mochen put the notebook in his hand back in front of Taozi, and asked casually.

"There are so many people coming to your office to report in one morning, how can I calm down and write a report for you... It's so noisy..." Tao Zi pouted a little unhappy, and glanced at Duan who was sitting opposite her. Yu complained: "I don't believe that Duan Yu can still work efficiently under such circumstances..."

"Hmm..." Duan Yu smiled slightly, and nodded lightly, as a sign of agreement with what Tao Zi said.

"Look..." Taozi turned her head to look at Shen Mochen, spread her hands towards him, and couldn't help but sympathize and said, "You have to deal with so many people every day...it's really..."

Tao Zi’s voice paused, thinking carefully that he was in this place, should he be saying “hard work” or “happiness”...

I really can't tell that these five-year-old and three-year-old boys have such delicate thoughts, and Shen Mochen has even prepared well for the expert's "drink eight glasses of water a day".