Mr.president, you are too gentle

Assistant Gao's hands trembled slightly when he opened the door, perhaps because of anger or helpless grief and anger. His often smiling face was dignified.

After entering, he saw Cheng shaozhao sitting on the sofa by the window with the door on his back. His back was so lonely. The tall figure weighed by the setting sun had no light. The dark seemed to attract all the sunshine, and the thin shoulders seemed to hold everything.

There was a faint smell of tobacco in the room. Assistant Gao came forward. Cheng shaozhao came over slightly, and a slender white cigarette was sandwiched between his slender fingers.

A burst of smoke came out of his mouth. The smoke curled up, and his eyes glittered across. With two points of hazy beauty, looking at you vaguely seems to suck everything in.

Assistant Gao sighed slightly in his heart. The president has not smoked for a long time. He was originally a self disciplined person. He was basically not addicted to smoking. At most, he would smoke one when he was stressed, frustrated and lonely.

The sight swept over several cigarette butts on the ashtray around him, and the sigh in assistant Gao's heart was even stronger. This time, it seems that it is also a huge barrier for the president, and more is the helplessness of empty effort.

"What's the matter? What's the matter?" Cheng shaozhao said, then dropped his head and took a cigarette. His smoking action was very elegant. His middle finger and index finger were clamped, and the slender cigarette shuttled back and forth in his hands with distinct bones.

With his shallow breathing, you can't help breathing with him. I wish I could turn into that smoke and slowly surround him, although it will disappear in a moment.

Assistant Gao felt pity in his heart, but looked up with clear eyes. He believed that Cheng shaozhao was invincible. It's just that the people on the board of directors are too aggressive. They rely on their seniority and sell their old in all kinds of ways.

There was a little more helplessness in the tone, "president, the board of directors asked for a meeting. Most shareholders have arrived at the meeting room and are waiting for you to preside over the overall situation."

Although assistant Gao said it tactfully, what kind of person is Cheng shaozhao? With a slight sniff, you can smell the conspiracy in those people's hearts.

He smiled coldly and said disdainfully, "usually the board of directors is very procrastinating one by one, so you don't have to accompany your mistress today? They all come to trouble me when they are free. I'm afraid they can't wait to catch some mistakes and keep talking."

Cheng shaozhao's remarks were a little too mean. Assistant Gao, as an employee, had no choice but to hang his head and remain silent.

He lowered his head and took another sip of the cigarette. Cheng shaozhao sucked it so hard that almost the smoke would go into his lungs. He closed his eyes and stopped looking at assistant Gao. He only felt that he was so upset for the first time.

This irritability can hardly be suppressed, which makes Cheng shaozhao's always calm mind crack, and his temples ache faintly. Thinking about the faces of those old guys, I feel disgusted and don't want to see them.

However, in this position, I made a mistake this time, so I should explain it.

Comfort yourself as much as possible, and let the strong smell of tobacco pass through your heart, so that your heart can be calm.

When he opened his eyes again, Cheng shaozhao had recovered