I think you mean it

As soon as he got downstairs in the morning, he saw his car parked in the parking space in front of the unit, but why did the person in the driver's seat look a little strange?

"Mr. Yue is early." Cheng Xing greeted Yuechen by pressing the car window.

Yuechen walked to the side of the cab and stared at Cheng Xing for a long time.

"It's your bodyguard, Xiao Cheng, that's right, get in the car." Cheng Xing tilted his head to one side.

Yuechen was amused by him, so he locked his eyes on Cheng Xing's head and got into the car.

"Is it that good-looking, breakfast." Cheng Xing handed the sandwich and hot milk to Yue Chen's hand, and Yue Chen looked at him a little embarrassed.

Although sufficient ideological construction has been carried out last night, it must be amazed and not frightened.

Isn't it pretty?

"Well, it looks good." Yuechen took a sip of milk and stopped staring at Cheng Xing.

Cheng Xing, who had changed his hairstyle, seemed to be a different person. Yue Chen peeked at him out of the corner of his eye, as if he suddenly found out that his little milk dog had suddenly turned into a little wolf dog. He was both surprised and delighted.

All the way to the company, Mr. Yue hadn't finished his bottle of milk, so he was only thinking about someone.

So he had no choice but to blame Cheng Xing. After all, the president wants to save face, and it is impossible to bring breakfast to work, so it can only be Assistant Cheng's breakfast.

Once again, Cheng Xing received the attention of the whole company. The transparent working environment is like this, and even the smallest things can attract the attention of all employees.

But Cheng Xing became more and more courageous, and finally had the opportunity to be comparable to a catwalk model. All eyes were on his head, so naturally he couldn't let it go.Cheng Xing followed Yuechen with his head held high, as if he was walking on the runway of Milan Fashion Week instead of ordinary floor tiles, and what he was carrying in his hand was not an ordinary paper bag but the autumn and winter limited edition of Louis Vuitton.

Yue Chen sensed the gazes around him, and glanced lightly. The heads who had been watching with their necks stretched a moment ago immediately lowered their heads, trying to create an illusion of hard work for the president.

"President Yue is so majestic." Cheng Xing followed Yuechen, with a little smile, and said in a voice that only two people could hear.

At that moment, Yuechen suddenly had the illusion that the two of them were whispering, secretly hiding in front of everyone's eyes, hiss - exciting!

Cheng Xing, who took off his hat, soared in popularity, which was mainly reflected in the fact that girls in various departments would always pass by Cheng Xing's office intentionally or unintentionally in a few days, and would come to ask Cheng Xing to have a look at anything serious.

The two female employees who were talking about Cheng Xing in the tea room before had automatically become invisible, and they were unhappy if they didn't come to Cheng Xing.

Cheng Xing didn't have time to argue with them. The project team leader had already brought Qingcheng's people, and he would arrive at the company in the afternoon to make a detailed plan for the preliminary planning and investment of the entire project.

In essence, it has little to do with Cheng Xing, and the decision-making power still lies with Yuechen and the board of directors, but Cheng Xing, as Yuechen's assistant, also deeply understands his responsibilities and responsibilities.

And as an assistant who has become a full-time member very quickly and does not rule out the possibility of unspoken rules, Cheng Xing can't make mistakes.

The main thing is not to embarrass Yuechen.

The entire meeting went on from 02:30 pm to 05:30 pm, and the sky outside the window had already darkened.Cheng Xing sat upright all afternoon, constantly recording the contents of the meeting in his notebook. He needed to quickly understand the whole project.

After the meeting, others can take a break, but Cheng Xing cannot.

He also had to arrange dinner, which Yuechen had explained in advance.

The restaurant had already been booked, and Cheng Xing called again to confirm the time, place and dishes.

Yue Chen attaches great importance to this project, Cheng Xing can see it.Whether it is the operation of the entire online sales model or the origin of their raw materials, Yuechen asked in detail, including the follow-up launch, publicity to the official launch, how to open the market, and how to capture consumers.

For the first time, Cheng Xing felt that spending money was such a hassle.

Yue Chen personally accompanied the person in charge of the other party to have dinner together. It stands to reason that it would be the same to let the project team leader or the investment manager go. After all, for entrepreneurs, the investor is the father, and the father always says what he says.

It has been more than an hour since a meal, Cheng Xing is in charge of changing the cups, and Yue Chen is in charge of strategizing.

Cheng Xing didn't want to drink at first, but the other party's people kept coming to toast Yuechen. Cheng Xing stopped all the toasts when he thought of how Yuechen almost died at home after only drinking a little last time.Seeing that Yuechen didn't drink, everyone started toasting Cheng Xing. Cheng Xing looked at the project leader's quail-like appearance and thought that he couldn't count on him, so he had to accept it himself.

So halfway through the meal, Yuechen said that there was still something to do, and asked the project team leader to continue to accompany him, and took Cheng Xing away.

"Even if I don't drink them, nothing will happen," Yue Chen drove Cheng Xing home, "Why are you so obedient, drink as long as I respect you."

Cheng Xing leaned on the back of the chair and laughed foolishly, "Aren't I afraid that your stomach will hurt after drinking?"

"Are you worried about me?" Yuechen said in a relaxed tone, as if he was just asking casually, but his arms holding the steering wheel were tense.

"That's right." Cheng Xing said.

Yuechen's breathing stagnated for a moment, and he felt that his heart was about to fly into the sky with wings, and then the wings broke with a "crack".His heart fell back into his chest, because he heard Cheng Xing say...

"You are my boss."

"In this way," Yue Chen looked ahead, the lights and shadows of the street lights appearing and leaving on his face alternately, "Then there are not many employees like you who are dedicated to the boss."

Cheng Xing grinned, "It's okay, not to the point of dying."

red light.

Yuechen stopped the car and pulled up the suit jacket covering Cheng Xing's body.

Cheng Xing lowered his head, trying to clamp the clothes between his chin and neck to fix it, but Yuechen's hand was blocked by Cheng Xing's chin before he could take it away.

Yuechen's cold hands made Cheng Xing wake up a lot.

Cheng Xing felt Yue Chen's hand raised his head immediately, the clothes slipped from his body and fell onto his legs, the material rubbed against Cheng Xing's palm, this was Yue Chen's coat.

Yue Chen withdrew his hand and rubbed Cheng Xing's chin with his fingertips, it was a little itchy.

Cheng Xing looked at Yuechen, but Yuechen didn't look at him.

"Sorry." Cheng Xing said.

Yuechen smiled and said, "It's okay."

Along the way, the two of them didn't speak again, which seemed to be tacit understanding.

"Go up, I'll pick you up tomorrow, go back and rest early, call me if you feel uncomfortable." Yuechen parked the car downstairs at Cheng Xing's house, and explained Cheng Xing carefully, his tone could even be called gentle.

"I go directly to the company myself..."

"I'll pick you up." Yue Chen interrupted him.

Cheng Xing hesitated for a moment, but nodded, "Then you should be careful on the road, I... go up first."

"Well, see you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow."

Cheng Xing went upstairs and thought, is the president of other people's family also so kind to the assistant?Obviously not.

The small boss of the former company used his assistant like a small spinning top every day, never being idle for a moment, let alone sending the assistant home and explaining that he would come to pick you up for work tomorrow.

This is obviously something only young couples do.

Cheng Xing has been tossing and turning on the bed for more than an hour and hasn't fallen asleep. Isn't Yue Chen being too nice to himself?

...Thinking about it this way, it seems to be true.

A lot of running errands in the company are pushed to the administration. When I go to Ai Ling restaurant for dinner, I cook a small stove for myself, take myself for a walk to digest my food, and send myself home.

What kind of fairy boss is this!

Alas, if only I could be Yuechen's assistant for the rest of my life.