Tender secretary, never want to escape!

Chapter 7 Lessons from Yuwen (1)

A week finally passed, and she adjusted her mood and started on the road again.

In fact, she should thank the chairman.

He adopted himself, paid for himself to finish high school, and sent himself to study abroad, which completely changed his destiny.

Now that I have a stable job, well-dressed clothes, and no worries about food and clothing, what else do I want?

So, before joining the company, what is the chairman's request?Isn't it all right as long as you abide by it?
"Hold your son's hand and grow old together" is just a romantic and beautiful legend. Throughout the ages, no number of famous and powerful people have been able to do it. Why should I force myself when I am weak and weak.

When I go to work today, I must keep in mind my promise to the chairman and keep a distance from the general manager at all times.

Yufeng walked along the long corridor of the assistant room, his black eyes shining sharply, like a lion searching for prey.

When the assistants heard his footsteps, they stood up one after another, bowed ninety degrees and said, "Good morning, general manager."

The same goes for Yu Wen, who bent down, lowered her head, and greeted respectfully, "Good morning, general manager."

Seeing her figure, Yufeng's handsome face shone brightly, and waves of joy welled up from the bottom of his heart.

She's here at last.

In life, all the chaos and chaos can be restored to the original order, and so can he, and become normal.

Yu Wen felt his footsteps stagnate in front of her, and her heart was beating wildly.

What is he going to do in front of so many people?
Yufeng lowered his head and saw that her feet were wearing shoes normally, and there were no big scars on her feet. She pushed open the door and entered the office, her whole body was as brisk as a white crane flying up the clouds in the clear sky.

It's great that her foot injury is back.

He originally planned to visit her at the apartment, but he has been so busy for a week that he didn't even have a spare time, so he had to give up.Of course, her absence is also one of the reasons why I am so busy.

She should have brought breakfast for herself, right?Why not bring it into the office?Do you want to remind yourself?
He smiled, picked up the phone and dialed her special line, and asked softly, "Where's my breakfast?"

"I asked the breakfast shop to deliver it." On the other end of the receiver, she replied very bluntly.

Breakfast shop?He lowered his face in displeasure, "I want you..." But before he finished speaking, a "beep beep" sound came from the other end of the phone.

She actually hung up the phone? !

He threw the receiver on the table, his face turned livid.

What he wanted was a breakfast prepared by her herself, a breakfast with the warmth of her palm, and a breakfast with her good intentions, not something cold from the breakfast shop!
In the morning before, he had never eaten breakfast, so he suffered from a stomachache.

After she knew it, she cooked porridge every morning and brought it with her.

The porridge is yam and red dates, with red inlaid in the white, which looks very beautiful.

He checked specifically that this kind of porridge nourishes the stomach and invigorates the spleen, which is very good for the body.

He usually doesn't care about these small things, but he pays attention to her things.

He still remembered that the thermos bottle that held the porridge was pink, and there were a few plum blossoms in full bloom on it.

Sometimes, he would stare blankly at the plum blossoms in a daze, and think of poems such as "sparse shadows and slanting water, clear and shallow water, dark fragrance floating at moon and dusk".

I also feel that she is like the plum blossom, delicate and elegant, timeless and endless.

He can't help but think a lot about her, as if he has been poisoned.

When he couldn't help getting deeper and deeper into her world, she didn't want to step into her own world, how could this work?

He must find a time to teach her a lesson.

(End of this chapter)