President Daddy is super strong

In the spacious and bright office, song Jiabao paid a serious visit. When he saw something strange, he couldn't help but take it up and have a look.

I was staring at a small ornament on the bookcase, dazed, and I was hugged from behind.

Such a close move made song Jiabao uncomfortable. She subconsciously turned to look at him and tried to struggle for a few times.

"You let me go..." this is no better than home. In case she is seen by the company's employees, she will not face it?

"Let me hug you." His voice was in her ear, mixed with warm breath, which made her blush and heart beat.

Song Jiabao blushed with shame, "it's not good to let people see the impact..."

"who dares to say what I hold my own girlfriend?" Gentle tone, but very strong action, tightly around her waist, dead or alive is not let go.

Song Jiabao can't help it. He can only let him hold it so tightly. His body is like a fire. It's hot and uncomfortable... Br >

I don't know how long ago, there's a knock on the door. If song Jiabao's frightened rabbit reacts violently, he turns around and pushes him open. He pulls out a book from the bookcase and pretends to read it again.

In fact, it's just to cover your red cheeks.

Ma ya, this should be seen, let alone to the company part-time, I'm afraid it will never appear again.

And the man who tidied up his clothes quickly recovered as before, and his low voice spread out, "in."

Soon, the door was opened and someone came in. "Mr. Tang, this document needs your signature."

Tang Jinglun went back to his seat, picked up the pen on the table, and wrote down his name very domineering.

Song Jiabao, with her back to her employees, dare not move for fear of being seen with her big red face.

It's a shame, too.

Fortunately, the staff took the signed documents and left without leaving much, which relieved song Jiabao.

"Everyone's gone. Come and sit down." With a low smile, Tang Jinglun picked up a glass of warm water for her.

Song Jiabao turns around and glares at him with hatred. Isn't it your fault and a smile?

He sat down on the sofa, gasping. Song Jiabao didn't have a good face. He went straight to the point and said, "what kind of work can I do for a part-time job? Hurry up and arrange it."

Her purpose today is to work. It's useless to talk less about children and girls!

"General manager secretary, what do you think of this job?" Tang Jinglun laughs ill intentioned.

"To be your secretary?"

Song Jiabao's disdain on the face doesn't say whether she is competent or not. She works as a Secretary for him and pays him wages. What should other colleagues think about this?

Tang Jinglun's eyebrows are slightly raised, and the radian of the corners of his mouth is more charming

"It's not that I'm not happy, it's that the impact is not good."

Song Jiabao is a person who cares about other people's eyes, especially when he is with him.

So she thought more about it.

"What's wrong? Work is work, life is life. Who dares to gossip?"

Song Jiabao's mouth is flat. Are you good?

Anyway, she doesn't agree!

"And what do you want to do?" No way. Tang Jinglun can only ask her for advice, but she is also happy, isn't it?

Song Jiabao's eyes brightened immediately. "I want to do the work of printing, carrying tea and pouring water."

Tang Jinglun frowned slightly after listening, "can you pursue something?"