I've become a wicked stepmother?

"I'll go! Shut down He hung up the phone and went to the tea room. He took a paper cup to draw water. The more he thought about it, the more strange he felt. He decided to ask Wei Junye. When he found that there was an unread message, he opened it and went to the sink! The teacher left. "What time is it? It's more than four o'clock and the plane has taken off. "

In a hurry, he picked up the bag and went out. In the middle of it, he stopped and scratched his hair. "Am I stupid? The plane has already taken off. What else can I do? "

Dejected, he went back to his desk, put down his bag, took his mobile phone and got sulky. He sent a message to Wei Junye: why don't you call to remind me that I only saw the mobile phone now.

Wei Junye didn't know at the meeting that he sent a message to himself, and the secretary with his mobile phone didn't dare to look at it.

When Yu left and right did not wait for Wei Junye's message, he pursed his mouth and edited a text message to send to Gu Xueyao when you called me!

The message was sent, and nobody dealt with it. Yu didn't rush to wait for his reply. He guessed that he was in a meeting or something. He took heart and put himself into work.

Time goes minute by minute, and all of a sudden it passes the hour hand.

After a short period of work, Yu took his mobile phone to look at it and found that there was no unread information in the information column. You don't need to read it, but you still didn't return it. Put the mobile phone back on the table, sighed, thinking of the pursuit this afternoon, shaking his head and laughing: people are like this, the name is always greater than everything.

"Ah! Keep working. "

In winter, it was dark early. Wei Junye came out after the meeting. Looking out of the window, the sky was dark like the thickest ink. There was no star or moonlight, which oppressed people's heart. Raised his hand to rub the sour shoulder and neck, took the mobile phone from the Secretary's hand, said wearily: "let's keep an eye on the follow-up point."

"Yes." Secretary should be a sentence, think of when sent several messages, and said: "my wife sent you a text message, boss, you have a look."

"Well." Wei Junye nodded, nodded to open the message to see, goulip a smile, "you sort out the information, go back!"

"No overtime?" The secretary was a little surprised. He clearly said that he would work overtime to finish the next thing.

Wei Junye glanced at him, "if you want to, stay in the company to work overtime." Words fall, disgusted to look away, to send a text message in the past: the meeting is over, I come down to you.

When Yu rubbed his hands, he ran to the tea room to burn a cup of hot water and held it in his hand. As soon as he came back, he saw his message and laughed back a simple word: HMM. He began to count the time for him to come down.

The secretary was stunned, but he didn't want to work overtime. It's true that there are many things that have not been dealt with. When I go back, I have to work overtime. I thought Wei Junye would work overtime too, so the efficiency would be much faster. What's more, the boss and himself have to work overtime. Thinking about it, they have a lot of psychological balance. But what's the matter? When my wife didn't return to the company, the president stayed with me

Wei Junye kicked the secretary who was still in a daze and left with a big step.

The Secretary quietly chased after him and went to the elevator. When the elevator stopped, he saw Wei Junye go out and subconsciously wanted to follow him. He looked back and froze in the same place, "how? Would you like to see your wife with me

In the face of Wei Junye's cold question, the Secretary silently retracted his feet, glanced at the floor, and said weakly:

"I was wrong, I thought it was..."

Wei Junye didn't want to look at his advice. He took back his eyes. At the corner of his mouth, he thought about his mobile phone.

Yu Shi Mao designs manuscript paper in front of the computer. The sudden inspiration makes Yu Shi intoxicated. Even Wei Junye, an aggressive beast, has not been found since then.

After waiting for a few minutes, Wei Junye looked up at himself and silently took out his mobile phone to send a text message to the secretary who was driving out of the garage. He came back to work overtime.

The Secretary of the president, who stepped on the brake and held the steering wheel, looked at his right hand again and again. Why am I so cheap? Do you want to click on the message and pretend you don't see it? The Secretary quietly drove out the car and looked at the window with the light on. At a glance, he saw a man standing there, looking down.

You don't have to think it's a president.

Did you find out? The contradictory Secretary drove the car back to the garage, took the elevator, saw Wei Junye standing by the window, and whispered: sure enough.

He walked over and asked respectfully, "boss, is there anything urgent that I need to deal with?"

"No Wei Junye came back with a cold voice, and his breath was like the chill of wind and snow outside the window.

The smile on the Secretary's face froze, no emergency, no emergency, what do you want me to do? Angry to crazy secretary, stiff smile asked: "that how?"

"You don't want to?" Wei Junye took a look at the cat in front of the computer, excited at the time, asked.

It's not a matter of will or not! Crazy secretary, hard to hold his fist, pressure mood said: "not unwilling, I haven't eaten."

"I didn't eat either." Wei Junye returned, glanced at his clenched hands, "how, itchy hands?"

Thinking of Wei Junye's terrible fighting power, the Secretary silently unclosed his fist, closed his hands, rubbed each other, and returned with a smile: "no, cold hands.""Oh." Wei Junye should sentence, partial head thought a meeting, looking at the Secretary way: "you go up to work overtime, dinner expenses tomorrow to find financial reimbursement."

"What about you, President?" The secretary who had foreseen the direction of things still asked.

"My wife and I will go back to eat." Staring at the dim light in the Secretary's eyes, Wei Junye smiles unkindly, points his chin to the direction where he is, and explains: "madam, working overtime."

Madam, it's none of my business to work overtime! The resentful Secretary doesn't want to look back in the direction of time.

Wei Junye patted him on the shoulder with a smile and sent him to work overtime.

The secretary who passed by Yu Shi secretly glanced at Yu Shi and found that people didn't find themselves at all. He suddenly understood where the unhappiness in Wei Junye's words came from. Just because my wife cares about her work and doesn't look at you, you torture me like this! Is there any superior and subordinate love?

With the resentment of Wei Junye, the secretary went to work overtime.

Looking at the Secretary so silent left, Wei Junye want to hit his heart, considering whether to mention a person to top the waste.

The clock turned and turned, pointing to the direction of ten o'clock.

The Secretary can't bear it any more. He has to go back to take a bath and sleep.

Wei Junye, needless to say, couldn't bear it for a long time, but he was afraid to say that he had destroyed her creative inspiration.

This forbearance, forbearance to the limit of the secretary.

"Madame." The Secretary, against the eager eyes of the boss who did not know whether it was his own illusion or his own illusion, woke up Yu Shi who was addicted to his work.

"Ah, why are you? Where's your boss? " When I turned off the computer, I asked suspiciously.

Wei Junye, standing behind his secretary, wanted to vomit blood, "are you finished?"

"Oh, oh, almost. That project, if it's OK, I asked the teacher tomorrow, and I should be able to hand in the manuscript the day after tomorrow." Notice that Wei Junye is behind the Secretary and laughs with embarrassment.