The boss of a wealthy family is too clingy, and the beautiful secretary wants to quit

"I will give her a big red envelope." Jiang Huainian said.

"Just keep talking stubbornly!" Ren Yunnan's tone was slightly angry.

Father Jiang gently rubbed her hand, looked at her doting eyes, and smiled, "Children and grandchildren have their own blessings. Don't let him get angry and get sick. It's not worth it."

After drinking tea, Jiang Huainian drove back to Shenzhen Yipin.

At the red light.

Jiang Huaian tapped the steering wheel lightly with his hands, his deep eyes filled with confusion.

Why everyone is saying he likes Enron.

An Ran was just a secretary that he felt more comfortable working with.

She has always been the one he likes.

Now she is engaged...

Press the player, and familiar melodies and moving songs surround the car.

It was as if she was singing to him in the car.

The music player continued to play the song, he listened silently, with a myriad of thoughts in his mind, a complicated mood and a hint of regret.

The next morning.

Anran arrived at Shenzhen Yipin on time, and her treadmill had already been installed.

The two jogged on their respective treadmills.

For some reason, An Ran felt that Jiang Huainian was particularly quiet today. He was a man of few words to begin with, and today he was even more silent.

When teaching Taekwondo movements, all the words spoken are in command-like form, without any extra words.

An Ran thought he was in a bad mood and didn't dare to complain about being tired.

"That's all for today. Go wash up." Jiang Huainian said, then he took a clean white towel to wipe the sweat off his face and left the gym, leaving An Ran alone.

An Ran slumped on the ground, breathing heavily.

The particularly difficult workout is finally over.

She stepped into her "room" with heavy steps, and was amazed at the speed of Uncle Zhang's work. The whole room was brand new, with a light pink bed set and new light pink wallpaper...

There are also a few big dolls, which is a standard straight male aesthetic.

The bathroom in the room is filled with bottles and jars, various high-end toiletries and skin care products.

The toiletries bag in An Ran's hand became meaningless.

After a comfortable shower, she washed her sportswear and underwear and felt a little embarrassed for a moment.

It is inappropriate to hang underwear to dry in a man’s house.

It was not realistic to take it home to dry, so I had to bite the bullet and take it to the clothes drying room to dry.

When I came out after blow-drying my hair, Uncle Zhang had already arrived and the table was full of breakfast.

"Morning, Uncle Zhang."

"Secretary An, are you satisfied with the room? Feel free to ask for anything you want."

"Very satisfied, Uncle Zhang, thank you for your trouble."

"Uncle Zhang, this house is almost spotless. Do you clean it every day?"

"A maid will come to clean up later. I'm just responsible for delivering breakfast."

"Oh..." An Ran nodded. She felt relieved that Jiang Huainian wouldn't clean the house, so he wouldn't go to the laundry room and wouldn't see her clothes hanging out to dry.

Return to the company.

An Ran reorganized the work details of the past few days and checked Jiang Huai's schedule with Special Assistant Chen.

It was almost noon when all the work was done.

Closing the file, An Ran muttered, "Assistant Chen, you are so dishonest. How did you tell Chief Jiang that I was in the police station?"

Special Assistant Chen shrugged, looking innocent.

"It's not that I'm disloyal! At that time, Mr. Jiang and I were in a meeting with the overseas team. Mr. Jiang heard you when you called me. Is everything going well?"

"It went smoothly, and I also got to practice free fighting every day." An Ran forced a smile.

"Free fighting?" Special Assistant Chen was puzzled.

"Boss Jiang felt that I lost the fight and brought shame to the company, so he forced me to learn free fighting," An Ran said dejectedly.

Special Assistant Chen bumped her shoulder and said, "To be honest, Mr. Jiang is quite good at Kung Fu. He has a black belt in Taekwondo and is good at free fighting and Sanda. The level of coaches outside is much worse. You can ask Mr. Jiang for guidance when you are free."

safely:"......"

It was President Jiang who taught her personally, and he almost broke her down. In order to prevent Special Assistant Chen from thinking too much, An Ran hurriedly ended the topic and went downstairs to get lunch.

In the afternoon, Jiang Huaian and Special Assistant Chen went out, and An Ran handled work in the office.

As the end of get off work approached, An Ran took all the documents that needed to be signed into Jiang Huai Nian's office.

As soon as I opened the door, the blinds on the floor-to-ceiling windows were all rolled up, and the afterglow of the sunset filled the entire office, which was very beautiful.

An Ran stood there for half a minute before she sorted the documents and placed them on Jiang Huainian's desk.

She caught a glimpse of a photo of Shen Wenyin on the table and picked it up to look at it carefully.

She couldn't help but sigh, Goddess Shen is so beautiful, she is worthy of being her idol. She didn't expect Jiang Huainian to be a fan, which is really different from his usual style.

At this time, footsteps were heard at the door.

Anran raised her eyes and saw Jiang Huainian holding an unlit cigarette between his fingers and sweeping it towards her hand.

An Ran held her breath slightly, feeling as if she had been caught, and immediately put the photo down.

Jiang Huainian came closer, with a faint smell of tobacco on him. An Ran hadn't smelled this smell for some time.

Jiang Huaian lowered his eyes and looked at the photo on the table, and asked in a low voice, "What's the matter?"

"These are the documents that need your signature." An Ran placed her hand lightly on the documents that needed signature.

Jiang Huaian glanced at her and said, "I understand. You can leave work when you are done."

"it is good."

An Ran nodded.

Then Anran left the office and closed the door.

Jiang Huaian looked at the photo on the table quietly, and after a few seconds, he casually put it into the drawer.

Walk to the floor-to-ceiling window and light the cigarette in your hand.

Anran cleaned the table and took the water cup to the tea room to wash it.

After finishing all this.

An Ran knocked on Jiang Huaian's office door.

"Come in."

An Ran walked into the office. Jiang Huaian was stunned for a moment, walked to the coffee table, and put out the cigarette butt in his hand.

Question: "Anything else?"

"Boss Jiang, I can go outside and take classes to practice Taekwondo. I will definitely get a blue belt... er... yellow belt."

An Ran felt that Jiang Huainian was in a bad mood. It might be because he was a busy man and had to take time out every morning to teach her Taekwondo, so he didn't get enough sleep.

"Do you think my coaching is not as good as those of outside coaches?" Jiang Huainian frowned.

An Ran waved her hands quickly.

"No, no, it's not that you're too busy. I'm afraid of wasting your time."

"It won't be delayed. We'll be there at 7 o'clock tomorrow on time." Jiang Huainian said in a low voice.

"Oh."

After Anran left, he let out a deep breath.

The next day at six forty-five.

The first thing An Ran did when she arrived at Shenzhen Yipin was to go to the laundry room to collect her clothes that were hung out to dry.

Empty...empty?

Where are my clothes!

I searched everywhere, including all the rooms, but couldn't find it.

Except the one in Jianghuai.

God!

A horrifying thought popped into her mind.

No way!

No way!

This is the only set of sportswear she has!

You can't run in a shirt and skirt!

Ah!

She rubbed her hair randomly, and walked towards Jiang Huainian's bedroom with the spirit of being ready to die.

now.

Jiang Huaian stood in front of the sportswear closet, his eyes fixed on a set of women's sportswear that did not belong to him hanging in his closet.