Mr.president, you are too gentle

After this series of inexplicable reactions, Cheng shaozhao was angry. Why is he guilty? This is his company, his office, which means that he has the same existence. How can he be guilty as a thief in front of this small staff?

Where would he admit that he was a gentleman who spied on others? He only pressed down his complex feelings and turned back to his office chair.

Tonight, Cheng shaozhao is also destined to have no sleep.

Although we've talked hard with Chery, if we can't restore the file, let her take full responsibility. But tomorrow's meeting is the top priority since he took over hansend. I don't know how many eyes are watching.

If something goes wrong, Chery can't take responsibility alone. Cheng shaozhao has always been a hard spoken and soft hearted master. While blaming Chery, he also began to prepare for tomorrow.

Hansend just recently planned to participate in the 30th national underwear design exhibition, but the underwear exhibition has not been made public, and Cheng shaozhao just had the idea in his heart.

If a file is not restored tomorrow, we have to discuss the underwear exhibition first. This plan has to be exposed in advance, but it is also a helpless thing.

After all, underwear exhibition is just an idea formed in my mind. Formal promotion still needs some planning. What Cheng shaozhao has to do is to make this plan overnight and try to have a later move when the files can't be restored tomorrow.

He, Cheng shaozhao, was never the one who listened to God's orders and was slaughtered. Everything is under control. Taishan is silent. He has always been such a person.

When Fu Xiaoxiao came out of the tea room with the fourth cup of coffee, the pointer had pointed to twelve o'clock. The sleep free effect of instant coffee is only psychological after all. Fu Xiaoxiao, who has always worked and rested regularly, finally couldn't help yawning.

The long eyelashes blinked and blinked. I only felt that I would close my eyes and fall asleep in the next second, but I saw a full table of documents in the gap of my sight. Although Fu Xiaoxiao has been very diligent, now he has only restored one-third.

God bless, after the coffee stain is dry, the light transmission is still barely able to see the data on the paper. What Fu Xiaoxiao has to do now is to print out one by one. Things are cumbersome and monotonous.

When the clock at twelve o'clock sounded completely, it also inspired the sleepy Fu Xiaoling. She patted herself on the cheek, tried to wake up, then took the coffee at hand and drank it.

But I didn't expect that the coffee just brought out was still hot. It burned my tongue just at the entrance. With a small mouthful of hot coffee, Fu Xiaoxiang doesn't drink or spit. Xiaolian is very embarrassed.

Finally, it cooled down a little and swallowed it in a hurry. But the pain at the tip of the tongue also reminds him of his just stupid behavior. Fu's small skin is delicate and most afraid of pain. At present, his eyes contain tears.

Kuha ha fans a cold wind against his tongue just to relieve the pain. It took a while to feel better. Fu Xiaoqiao's mouth was very dissatisfied.

It was hard to stay up late at night. My dissatisfaction was that I lost my temper with the milk white cup. "Even you bully me, don't you? I look so easy to bully! If I'm unhappy, I'll smash you. See if I dare!"