Don’t Be a Secretary For a Genius

    Jiang Shengyan felt the temperature of Jingyou's lips, slightly cool, with the coldness of the autumn night wind.

    Jiang Shengyan supported Jing You's shoulders, did not go further, did not push her away.

    Stand still, restrained.

    Jing You opened his eyes, slid his head down, squatted down and hugged Jiang Shengyan's leg, his side face pressed against the smooth skin of Jiang Shengyan's calf.

    "Sister, I'm so sleepy!"

    Jing You finally calmed down after finishing the day-to-day things, and the engine in his brain slowly turned off.

    The corners of her lips were drawn, revealing a weak smile.

    —maybe ten or eight times of accident, Jing You will not take it to heart.

    she thought.

    Jiang Shengyan grabbed Jing You's arm and pulled it up, "I'll take you upstairs to rest."

    Jing You stood up obediently, eyes closed, leaning on Jiang Shengyan.

    Jiang Shengyan grabbed Jing You's waist and took the person upstairs.

    Someone next to me saw this scene, and thought it was Jing You who was drunk.

    Jiang Shengyan helped Jing You onto the bed, and Jing You fell down on the pillow.

    Jiang Shengyan leaned over and said, "Change clothes before going to bed."

    Jing You said confusedly: "Sister help me change, I'm sleepy."

    Jiang Shengyan's fingertips trembled, suppressing the beast in his heart, and said coldly, "You are already an adult."

    "Oh..."

    Jing You's breathing gradually became steady, and he seemed to be asleep.

    Jiang Shengyan's chest heaved, closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths, got up and went to the cabinet to get his pajamas.

    Jiang Shengyan returned to the bed and stopped for a while, before taking a long breath, holding her breath, and helping Jing You change into pajamas.

    Jiang Shengyan just picked up the dress and turned around when Jing You suddenly bounced off the bed.

    "I haven't brushed my teeth yet!" Jing You hurriedly walked to the bathroom, bringing a gust of wind.

    “…”

    Jiang Shengyan clenched his fists with five fingers, and his facial muscles twitched a few times, as if he wanted Jing You to cramp and peel off his bones.

    After a few seconds, Jing You ran out holding his toothbrush, "Sister don't go, I want you to blow your hair." After a few seconds, he ran in again.

    Soon, there was a rush of water in the bathroom.

    Jiang Shengyan sighed and sat on the velvet rocking chair. The chair swayed, and so did her heart.

    …

    Jing You wrapped in a white bath towel and came out with wet hair.

    Jiang Shengyan looked over.

    She seemed to have been burned, her eyes quickly averted, and she moved to the dresser.

    "Sit down." Jiang Sheng said.

    Jing You frowned, "Sister, you are very strange."

    Jiang Shengyan: "I'm so strange." The ending of this sentence is flat and the tone of the statement.

    Jing You: "You used to wait for me at the door with a towel."

    Jiang Shengyan smiled, "So I used to be so used to you."

    Jing You didn't bother about this problem, he walked to the dresser and sat down.

    Jiang Shengyan turned on the power of the hair dryer and said, "Your robot can do this for me."

    Jing You: "Xiao Qi is not here."

    Jiang Shengyan: "Then you still have a dryer."

    Jing You: "It's still easy for my sister."

    Jiang Shengyan rubbed Jingyou's hair and said helplessly, "It's better for my sister to be bullied."

    Even if she wanted to keep a distance, she couldn't refuse any request from Jing You.

    Jing You raised his head, his eyes fell on Jiang Shengyan's chin.

    "Sister, look at me."

    "Why should I see you?!"

    Jiang Shengyan straightened Jing You's head, turned on the hair dryer, and the hot wind blew on Jing You's head, making her hair flutter.

    Jiang Shengyan was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, his nerves were tense, and after bluffing to frighten the enemy, he carefully hid his emotions and thoughts.

    Jing You was frightened, made a swallowing motion, and sat up straight.

    Jiang Shengyan is skilled, and it didn't take long to blow-dry Jing You's hair.

    "Go to bed."

    Jiang Shengyan lowered his head and put the hair dryer into the cabinet.

    Jing You scratched his eyebrows and went to bed with doubts.

    Jiang Shengyan glanced at Jing You before going out, walked to the bed, took out the blindfold and put it on her face.

    Jingyou's throat rolled along with this action.

    Jiang Shengyan's eyes stagnated on Jing You's face for a long time, then got up and went out.

    The door was closed, and the room was plunged into darkness.

    “Boom!”

    “Boom!”

    “Boom!”

    “…”

    Jingyou's heartbeat was particularly clear in the silent night.

    Jing You raised his hand and patted his heart, and ordered, "Be quiet!"

    It seems...not helpful.

    In the night, Jingyou whispered in her dream: "Sister Fairy's mouth got my bacteria...I disinfect...don't be angry..."

    In the downstairs room, the floor lamp was dimly lit.

    Jing Zhenzhu stood in front of Huanghuali's cabinet, holding an oil painting in her hand.

    I watched for a while.

    Jingzhu put the painting back into the cabinet and locked it.

    She took off her gold-rimmed glasses and put them on the table, rubbed the bridge of her nose, and fell asleep in bed.

    "Mr. Jing, please sign here."

    Jiang Shengyan handed Jing You a pen.

    Jing You frowned as he signed his name: "Can't Secretary Jiang call me like before?"

    Jiang Shengyan pursed her lips and said, "Okay, Boss Jing."

    “…”

    Jing You raised his head and stared at Jiang Shengyan, "Am I digging coal or running an inn?"

    Jiang Shengyan took the document and nodded, "Mr. Jing, I'm going out first."

    Jing You just opened his mouth and didn't speak when Jiang Shengyan shook her back.

    Jing You leaned back on the chair and poked her brow bone with her **** a few times, very irritable.

    She pushed the table with her hand to give the swivel chair a power, and the whole person rotated with the black and white leather chair.

    After a few laps, Jingyou held the table and shook his head a few times and almost fell.

    Jing You stepped on the ground, just like stepping on cotton, her footsteps were vain.

    She walked out of the office leaning against the wall and came to Jiang Shengyan's work station.

    "Secretary Jiang, I'm not feeling well, you can measure my temperature."

    Jiang Shengyan stood up, probed Tang Jingyou's forehead with his hand, and said, "No dosage, it's cooler than my hand."

    Jing You: "What if it is hypothermia?"

    Jiang Shengyan picked up the stainless steel thermos cup on the table and put it on Jing You's forehead.

    Jing You subconsciously shrank back.

    Jiang Shengyan: "I can feel that the metal is ice, not so low that it will die."

    Jing You was choked, his jaw muscles tightened, "Okay."

    Go home.

     Within ten minutes, Jing You appeared again.

    "Secretary Jiang, something seems to be in my eyes, please help me to see."

    One eye is half-open, and the other eyelid is folded and tightly closed.

    Jiang Shengyan picked up the phone, turned on the flash, and slowly approached Jingyou's eyes.

    Jing You took a few steps back and said nervously: "Take a flashlight directly to your eyes and you will be blinded!"

    Jiang Shengyan: "I can't see clearly without the flash."

    Jing You opened his eyes, "I seem to be fine."

    Turn around and go back to the house.

    Jiang Shengyan turned off the flashlight and put the phone aside, his eyes fell on the door of the president's office, and he was stunned for not knowing what he was thinking.

    Jing You touched his chin and circled the room a few times.

    —Secretary Jiang is different from before.

    Jing You raised the highest level of alarm in his mind.

    Jing You walked to the reception area and pulled the glass on the table with his hands.

    "Pop!"

    The quilt fell to the ground.

    Jing You patted his heart and took a few steps back, and shouted outside: "Secretary Jiang, the cup is broken! Come on, I think glass flew into my eyes!"

    Jiang Shengyan walked fast, the closer he got to Jingyou, the slower his speed, his eyes were suspicious, "Mr. Jing deliberately?"

    Jing You closed his eyes and said, "How could Secretary Jiang think like this?"

    Jiang Shengyan: "Then Mr. Jing, explain, what do you want to do with the empty cup?"

    Jing You pointed to his eyes, "Secretary Jiang, look at my eyes."

    Jiang Shengyan put her thumb on Jingyou's eyelids and opened it up.

    "Take it easy!" Jing You said angrily.

    Jiang Shengyan reached out and opened the other eyelid with the same force.

    Jing You quickly grabbed Jiang Shengyan's two hands, stared and said, "Are you trying to blind me?"

    Jiang Shengyan: "After the inspection, there is no glass **** in it."

    Jing You had opened his eyes by himself, so he couldn't close them again, so he had to turn around and run away as if nothing happened.

    Jiang Shengyan pulled Jing You back and asked again: "Why did Mr. Jing deliberately drop the cup?"

    Jing You: "My hand slips."

    Jiang Shengyan: "This is an empty cup, are you holding it to drink the air?"

    Jing You blinked slowly, "I'm thirsty and want to go get some water."

    Jiang Shengyan moved his gaze to the desk, and gestured with his eyes: "There is water in your special cup."

    "Can't I drop a cup to play?" Jing You broke the jar, "Everything here is mine."

    Jiang Sheng said nothing, and brought the trash can over to clean up the mess.

    Jing You grabbed Jiang Shengyan's wrist and said, "It will bleed! Someone will clean it."

    Jiang Shengyan raised his eyes and said, "Why should others pay for your unreasonable trouble? If someone cleans, you can make trouble at will?"

    Jing You was stabbed by Jiang Shengyan's eyes and words, and bowed his head to admit his mistake: "Yes, I'm sorry."

    Jiang Shengyan got up and went out to ask the cleaning staff to borrow tools, and came back to clean up the ground in person.

    Jing You was sitting on the sofa with his hands twisted together. The nervous expression of a child was matched with his bright face, which was very inconsistent.

    "You used this trick ten years ago, and you will still use this trick ten years later, when will you grow up?" Jiang Shengyan changed his gentle appearance, and his demeanor was stern.

    Jing You didn't look up and didn't speak.

    Jiang Shengyan's voice was deep: "Why don't you speak?"

    Jing You's head is lower than before.

    "I know I'm wrong, so I don't dare to look up at me?" Jiang Shengyan hesitated for a moment, then he was ruthless, "Why do you want to be stubborn when you know you're wrong? You are 21 years old, not 12 years old. "

    "I'm 21 years old, don't teach me a lesson."

    Jiang Shengyan was so annoyed by Jing You's attitude that his breath was a little heavier.

    "Okay, I will not care about you in the future. You are the boss and I am an employee, so I have no right to control you. I will go back now and report my resignation and leave after handing over the job." Jiang Shengyan said seriously, "I am not Joking with President Jing is not threatening President Jing, it is the result of long deliberation."

    She couldn't convince herself to continue to stay by Jingyou's side as a "sister" and "secretary". She tasted the lip odor with fatal temptation and would become addicted.

    "I don't agree!" Jing You raised his head, his eyes were red.

    Jiang Shengyan narrowed his eyes.

    Time flows and the air is silent.

    I don't know how long ago, Jiang Shengyan asked softly, "Are you crying?"

    It's been a while.

    Jing You met Jiang Shengyan's gaze, summoned up his courage and asked, "Will you leave me when I grow up?"