Master Jiu, my wife is wearing countless vests!

The next day, at seven o'clock in the morning, the sun was shining brightly.

Today is the first weekend since Long Qingcheng agreed to Di Yuanjue to be her personal secretary. She will soon become the president's new assistant.

Long Qingcheng asked Cheng Lin to buy all kinds of secretary clothes a few days ago. After selecting them, she found a light blue women's casual suit.

The streets on weekends are not as congested as on weekdays. When we arrived at Dishi Group, it was still a quarter of an hour before eight o'clock.

Long Qingcheng came to the lobby front desk to register, got a temporary employee card, swiped her card and walked into the elevator room.

I don’t know what’s going on today, but there are so many people working on weekends.

Men and women holding breakfast or briefcases stared at the rising numbers in the elevator.

Long Qingcheng was at the end of the elevator, and the sound of everyone discussing work kept coming to his ears. It turned out that there were too many projects signed these days, and they needed to work overtime.

Five minutes later, Long Qingcheng arrived at the top floor.

Compared to the hustle and bustle on each floor, this floor seems particularly quiet.

The secretary at the front desk was holding a makeup mirror to apply lipstick. When he saw Long Qingcheng's figure, he stood up quickly and took people to go through the entry procedures.

This was what Mr. Lei personally told him, and she did not dare to neglect it at all.

Even the work content is different from theirs. The work stations are all in the big boss's room, which shows that he has a strong background.

She explained patiently, "Mr. Lei has already told us that this is the group's employee handbook. You should familiarize yourself with it first. If there is anything you don't understand, you can ask me again."

Long Qingcheng flipped through the manual and nodded, "Okay."

Oh my god, this girl is so pretty.

Girls’ gossip is always the most powerful.

She hurriedly picked up her phone and started gossiping with her colleagues in the work group.

Then, there are already hundreds of unread messages in the work group at this time.

It's all about: Who is wearing the aqua blue suit in the elevator today? From that department? Is there any object? Can anyone you know be a matchmaker? I can't be a matchmaker, but I can give you my contact information...

At nine o'clock in the morning, Long Qingcheng was sitting in a separate work station, looking at the office in front of him boredly.

She read the employee handbook over and over again, but Di Yuanjue still didn't come.

Long Qingcheng covered her eyes lazily, wondering if she should send a WeChat message. Ever since she knew what she was thinking, she felt a little shameless.

Then, the moment I picked up the phone, a video came in.

She looked at the caller ID and went to the tea room to answer the call.

It's Cheng Lin.

Cheng Lin's voice was very small, and she said excitedly, "Xiao Qingcheng, do you know what I saw?"

Long Qingcheng didn't want to guess, "Tell me."

Cheng Lin pointed the camera at one side, which seemed to be a coffee shop. She seemed to have seen it before when she was driving, and it seemed that it was just a street away from the company.

And the person she had been waiting for for a long time also appeared.

It was Di Yuanjue. Opposite him was a beautiful, gentle and generous woman.

The two people seemed to be talking about something, but their backs were to Di Yuanjue, so they couldn't see his expression.

Cheng Lin's melon-eating team started: "Xiao Qingcheng, Master Jiu is so outrageous. He dares to go on a date with his back to you."

Long Qingcheng: "...Do you think it's me or you who thinks he's dating just because of a photo?" He hung up the phone.

Cheng Lin: "..." She hung up the phone without waiting for me to say anything else. Are you really not angry?