My Sweetie,You're so hot

This is the lunch break time. Most of the staff went to lunch. When I went in with morphelin, there was almost no one in the office area.

"... ha ha, how can it be so mysterious? Even if Zhou Mi has this ability, he doesn't have the qualification!"

"That's not necessarily true. If the goddess really wants to help Wang, Mrs. Fu's position is not her only. At that time, you'll be waiting to flatter Zhou Mi!"

The unbridled gossip in the tea room is particularly clear in the quiet office. Needless to say, I have already raised my feet to walk in the direction of the sound, deliberately put my feet lightly, walked to the door, and quietly leaned out half of my body to watch the movement inside.

There were six men and women sitting on the sofa with their backs to the door, and the topic was still going on.

"Don't tell me, maybe we don't really like Secretary Zhou. The president's office has used so many female secretaries, and Secretary Zhou stays the longest. And I heard that Secretary Zhou prepares love lunches for president Fu every day. As the saying goes, hold a man's heart and his stomach first. I don't think it will take long I should have been taken down! "

"Well, it's not so bad. A man like Mr. Fu, who has never eaten anything good, just gives him a few meals and is taken down? I said you were planning. It's so simple that you can't be promoted for such a long time....

"what's the matter with general manager Fu? What's the matter with me....

there's a lot of arguments in it. I'm very excited about it, but Mo Feilin probably has some feelings, and his face is dark.

Let the people in it go on, it's time for the outbreak of the Second World War.

"Cough --" I clenched my fist to block my lips, deliberately cleared my throat, and took away all my expressions in advance.

The tea room was silent in the blink of an eye, and the staff all looked at me and mofflin, with the fear of death in their eyes.

Then a voice came from behind.

"Miss Shen?" Zhou Yishan stood in the corridor, holding the lunch box I ran into her last time in her hand, holding a pile of documents in the other hand, frowning slightly and looking at me in doubt.

Well, Fu Shenyan and I have been hanging out our divorce agreement for more than a month. She remembers clearly that Miss Shen is more intimate than when she was called Mrs. Fu before.

As soon as mofflin saw her, she moved forward. I quickly reached for her wrist and gave her a look, indicating that I could solve the problem by myself. Then she relaxed and looked at me expectantly.

After sipping my lips, I turned my head and looked at Zhou Yishan, showing a standard smile of Miss etiquette, "Secretary Zhou, do you have time to do a little favor?"

On Monday, Shan was stunned for a moment, seemed to think for a while, and then showed a look of embarrassment, "I'm sorry, Miss Shen, these documents are always urgent, otherwise I'd better find other colleagues to do things for you, OK?"

She said that, without waiting for my response, she turned around with her lunch box and gave an order to the few employees in the office area, "which of you has no task on hand now?"

It's like the head of the first division.

Even the staff in the tea room quietly poked their heads out to see the play, as if they were waiting to see the drama of the president's ex-wife fighting the current ambiguous secretary.

"Whether you are deaf or have bad ears, Shen Shu calls you, not others." Murphylin said.

Wen Yan, on Monday Shan's slender eyebrows immediately wrinkled, biting her lips and lowering her head. "President Fu hates people being late. Outsiders don't know the situation, but you know Miss Shen."

The poor look, Rao is a woman, can't help but frown and regret.

Looking at the situation, if I forced her to work for me today, I would be ignorant?