Sir, Please Conduct Yourself

The little secretary was frightened by his cold voice and almost sprained his foot.

She couldn't help blurting out "Oh, my God." she was shocked and widened her eyes. "Old man, boss, you just came to work, ha ha..."

Gu Beihua didn't say a word, so he looked at her in a quiet way, and his face was obviously not worried.

The child is so good at chatting.

The little secretary saw that he was hit by a ghost, and he could not help shivering. He didn't remember what he was going to say.

Gu Beihua frowned and waved his hand impatiently. "If there's nothing wrong, just stand aside."

That small secretary hit a rousing spirit, abruptly forward one step, to own boss awkwardly smile, "in fact, is actually a little small matter."

She said very carefully, so that Gu Beihua only glanced at her faintly, then felt that this so-called "little thing" is probably not much small.

He sighed and asked in a deep voice, "what's the matter?"

The little secretary wanted to be more vague, but the big boss's eye insight was too strong.

She coughed, pretended to lift her hair and put her finger over her eyes.

But her fingers could block the light, but she couldn't block Gu Beihua's shining eyes like Roentgen's rays. Finally, she was defeated, swallowed a mouthful of saliva silently, and hesitated for a while.

Just as Gu Beihua wanted to speak for her, the little secretary suddenly took a big step forward and got closer to Gu Beihua. His voice suddenly dropped, as if he was doing some shady business.

"Director song came here early this morning and said he had something urgent to see you."

When she said this, she also swung her eyes round and swept around quickly, which made the meaning of "shameful" a little more real.

Gu Beihua looked down at her and asked in a cold voice, "and then?"

The little secretary recalled and said, "I said you went to the shooting site of the new film, and he left without saying much."

"That's it? Nothing else? " Gu Beihua slightly raised half of his eyebrows, and his eyes fell strangely on the top of the little secretary's head.

The little secretary turned his eyelids and thought about it carefully. He coughed softly and said, "... I don't think he said anything."

In fact, before leaving, Song Yi stood in front of the office and complained for nearly an hour, greeting Gu Beihua's ancestors in the 18th generation and later generations.

The little secretary hesitated for a second and felt that sometimes he could not be too honest.

Gu Beihua glanced at her and saw her guilty at the bottom of her eyes, but he didn't ask much.

Song Yi always has a bad temper with him. He can figure it out with his hair. When he learns that he hasn't come to work in the morning, what will Song Yi do.

But he had no time to consider what kind of virtue he was scolded for. He waved his hand and said, "it's OK. You go back first."

The little secretary didn't move.

Gu Beihua glanced at her, and a bad premonition gradually floated in her heart, "if you have something to say."

The little secretary gritted his teeth and thought that it was better to die early than to live late.

So she quickly threw out a string of words that had been brewing in her throat for a long time, "after director Song left, several directors came to say that they wanted to see you, and they also said that after you came back, they would have a meeting to discuss something."

Gu Beihua frowned, "what's the matter?"

The little secretary shook his head very honestly. "They didn't tell me that."

Hearing this, Gu Beihua stared at her for a long time. His back felt numb. When he was at a loss, he turned around and waved to her to go away.

There was a certain obvious impatience in his tone. "I don't know what to worry about. OK, prepare for the meeting room. Don't pestle here. I'm looking upset."