Kiss You, Sweetheart

Bo en began to pack up his things, the corners of his mouth kept smiling: "I quit immediately."

"Quit?" Secretary Huang was very surprised, "assistant Bo, how can you resign suddenly? Does Mr. Bo know? "

"I'll talk to him." Bo en smiles at her, "go and do something."

"Oh, all right." Secretary Huang holds the document and leaves with interest.

Bo en en is holding her usual drinking cup in her hand. She sighs in her heart. She stands still for a long time, picks up her mobile phone and presses the 11 numbers that she is no longer familiar with.

Looking at the system automatically recognize the "little uncle" three words, Bo en en can't help but sour nose, heart, hard pain after accelerating the jump.

She took a deep breath, turned around, turned her back to the secretaries, closed her eyes and dialed the phone.

Familiar waiting sound

Bo group, morning meeting.

Bo Jiayan, with a cold face, quietly listened to the work reports of several senior managers.

Recently, Bo's air pressure is extremely low.

In the case of being dismissed, several senior officials have been so unlucky. No one knows what happened to Bo Jiayan. Everyone thought that Bo Xiao's departure was the cause of his uncertainty.

However, after Bo Xiao left, his position was quickly taken over, and his work was not broken.

Their CEO Bo should not be so violent.

Every time the meeting, the directors are anxious to do the report, the words considered again, for fear of making a mistake.

"Mr. Bo, my report is closed. Please give instructions." The supervisor who makes the report, at this time, reports to the superior leaders in a careful and tight manner.

There was cold air flowing in the conference room, but there was a sweat on his forehead.

"Redo it. Give it to me before noon, or you'll be rolling." Bo Jiayan's eyes were cold and his voice was cold, but he was heavy on everyone.

"Yes, yes, Mr. Bo, I will finish it." The supervisor wiped the sweat on his forehead, slowly sat down, holding the report sheet in his hand, almost wrinkled.

No one's data report can satisfy Bo Jiayan.

It's a great honor to give him the chance to do it again.

Following Bo Jiayan's assistant for several years, he also looked frightened and asked in a low voice, "Mr. Bo, can the meeting be over?"

At this time, the mobile phone on his hand vibrated, showing the caller "en en".

These two words, like a shot in the arm, stabbed in his heart, painful and joyful. Bo Jiayan suddenly got up from his seat. This action was a little sudden and violent, which made everyone here startled.

But they see, thin big president's lip Cape, slightly curved, unexpectedly reveals a trace of gentleness.

Everyone was shocked.

"The meeting is over." Bo Jiayan picked up his mobile phone and left the meeting room in a hurry.

The meeting room is still a little far away from his office. He was afraid that the phone would be cut off, so he connected it as soon as he went out, and directly pushed open the door of the safe passage beside the meeting room.

"Hello." He pretended to be indifferent, but his whole body leaned against the wall, with a gentle expression on his face.

"Little uncle..."

The soft voice choked Bo Jiayan's throat, but he couldn't answer a word. His eyes were wet unconsciously.

How many days, did not hear this soft address?

Bo Jiayan bit his lips and closed his eyes to control himself. His voice continued to pretend indifference: "what's the matter?"