President, give me back my body!

The secretary's work speed is really fast.

The next day, it was not even afternoon yet, and just before get off work was off at noon, the secretary knocked on the door of Song Huaijin's office with the results of the research report and the collected data.

"Come in." Unsurprisingly, the voice calling in came from "Ruan Yu".

The secretary pushed open the door, only to see that "Ruan Yu" was still sitting on the CEO's seat, which was no surprise.Anyway, it has been like this for the past few days. The president's wife is sitting in the president's position to work, while the president is in the lounge, not knowing what to do, and often seeing no one.

Even other people in the company are familiar with this scene.

There are even several rumors circulating in the company: one is that the president loves his wife too much, and now he brings his wife to the company every day and makes her sit in the president's office to work for the president in order to cultivate the ability of the president's wife to manage the group, and share the shares with his wife in the future The second is that the rumors that the president is afraid of internal affairs have become more solid. The president's wife is actually the Empress Dowager Cixi who listens to politics behind the curtain; the third is that the president has been too tired recently and is too lazy to work by himself;

Originally, everyone believed the second rumor, but since the press conference to clarify the president's cheating, everyone gradually believed the first rumor.

Even the secretary and others who had been with Song Huaijin for many years could not help but have such a question.But whenever he looked at "Song Huaijin"'s face that could be said to be as cold as ice, and thought about his usual temper, the secretary didn't dare to ask why the president's wife came to work for the president every day.

In addition, the aura of the president's wife "Ruan Yu" has become stronger recently, and even made the secretary faintly see the shadow of the president in "her", and the secretary dared not talk much, even the soft and amiable " "Ruan Yu" didn't dare to talk to her anymore.

Now looking at "Ruan Yu" who was sitting in front, the secretary still respectfully greeted her first, "Madam President, good afternoon."

"Well. Good afternoon."

Song Huaijin looked down at the document in front of her without raising her head, "What's the matter?" Her tone was indifferent, which inexplicably made the secretary shiver.

After getting along for a long time, will the husband and wife become more and more alike?Look at the president's wife, her tone is so cold.

The secretary paused, hesitated, and said, "Ma'am, is the president in the lounge? He asked me to sort out the report documents and data yesterday. I have sorted them out, and now I brought them in for the purpose of the president."

It was about the president's personal order, and the secretary felt that it was better for him to give the president first.

After saying this, Song Huaijin raised her head, frowned slightly, and was a little puzzled, "What report documents and data?" Why didn't he know.

"Ah...it's a research report on single men and women's thoughts on Valentine's Day, marriage and love, as well as the data collection of Valentine's Day designs by our clothing company and other similar companies in recent years." Not knowing what happened, a couple On "Ruan Yu" with oppressive eyes, the secretary said everything in one go.

After finishing speaking, he lowered his head slightly. The secretary felt a little complicated in his heart, and some blamed himself for talking too fast.

Judging from the reaction of the president's wife, he knew that the president hadn't told his wife about it yet. If he said it all, he wondered if he would be blamed by the president.After all, the design of Valentine's Day is also related to Chu Yunshan, a new designer.

Don't tell everyone, the press conference seems to have clarified, but everyone is like a mirror in their hearts.No matter how good and loving the relationship between the president and his wife is now, Chu Yunshan seems to have a difficult relationship with the president, and she doesn't know what the relationship between the three of them is.

Song Huaijin's focus is still on this report document.

Looking at the kraft paper bag in the secretary's hand, Song Huaijin stretched out his hand, "Bring it here, let me have a look."

"Then, ma'am, don't you need to let the president take a look first?" The secretary hesitated, and while walking towards Song Huaijin, he looked at the door of the lounge.

As everyone knows, Ruan Yu is currently embroidering in the lounge to the point of ecstasy, not noticing the movement outside at all.

Seeing the secretary like this, Song Huaijin's tone was a bit cold: "Take it if you tell me." This woman's body is really inconvenient, and now I have to say a few more words because of my identity, which is really troublesome. .

Why doesn't she have any prestige at ordinary times?There is no need for me to emphasize it again in a few words.

Song Huaijin, who was dissatisfied, also forgot that in the past three years, before she exchanged bodies with Ruan Yu, she didn't usually bring her to the company, let alone introduce her to the employees.So in the eyes of the employees of the Song Group, the president's wife is completely transparent, let alone prestige.

The only prestige he had was the body that Song Huaijin saved for Ruan Yu after the body swap.

Mingming Song Huaijin's voice was not loud, but the secretary was so frightened that she almost trembled. She immediately looked away from the lounge, walked a few steps quickly, and handed the kraft paper bag to Song Huaijin.

After getting the kraft paper, Song Huaijin's eyes on the secretary moved to the kraft paper bag.

Reaching out to open the kraft paper bag to take out the contents, Song Huaijin said, "Okay, you go down first." The tone was accustomed.

The secretary was in a trance for another moment.

It's too similar, and it's too similar to the president.For some unknown reason, the idiom "husband sings and wife follows" popped up in the secretary's mind.

But he didn't dare to stay any longer, and didn't dare to say anything more. The secretary nodded and said yes, and then left the president's office.Liu Song Huaijin continued to look at the documents in the kraft paper bag.

In the lounge, Ruan Yu was still unaware of the secretary's arrival and departure, and buried her head in embroidery even more happily.

After recently connecting with the ancient embroidery books in Song Huaijin's mind, Ruan Yu can say that her embroidery skills have even improved by leaps and bounds.Although Ruan Yu used to think that her embroidery skills were not bad, even better than many of her colleagues in the industry in terms of embroidery skills, techniques, and skills, but she still couldn't reach the level of a true master.After all, at this age, although I embroidered since I was a child, my embroidery skills for more than ten years are not as good as that of a master who has embroidered all his life.

But now, Ruan Yu believes that relying on this ancient book, she will be able to carry forward embroidery sooner or later, and at the same time revive the declining Ruan Group.

Thinking about it, Ruan Yu, who was embroidering, couldn't help but feel a little more joy on her face.

When Song Huaijin pushed open the door of the lounge, she happened to see Ruan Yu, who was embroidering with her body and smiling, and her conspicuous orchid fingers.

"..." Song Huaijin's hand holding the doorknob of the lounge was a little tighter, and her teeth were also clenched a little bit.

However, thinking that I personally agreed to let Ruan Yu practice embroidery in the company a few days ago, I still took a few deep breaths to resist the urge to yell at others.

"I said you, embroidery is embroidery, there's nothing to be silly about." Song Huaijin tried her best to make her tone calm and not so angry.

Only then did Ruan Yu realize that the door of the lounge was pushed open by Song Huaijin.

"Why, you're off work, can you have lunch?" Ruan Yu subconsciously looked at her watch, completely ignoring Song Huaijin's previous words.

Song Huaijin: "..." What if he really wants to curse?