Transmigrated Into a Big Boss to Snatch Away the Cannon Fodder

In the end, He Qian couldn't resist Z's obsession.

I feel a little in the way when I work with someone next to me.

After being busy for a while, He Qian turned his head helplessly.

"I won't run away, you follow Mr. Rong first, that's your duty."

Z waved at him.

"President Rong doesn't need to follow for now, Mr. Lin came over just now."

If he passed, it would be called redundant.

......

He Qian was silent for a while.

Linji also came today?

"I see."

Turning around, He Qian adjusted his glasses.

Now that you can't escape, try to ignore it as much as possible.

He casually picked up the files on the desktop and began to concentrate on his work.

Mrs. Rong has to go through countless documents in his hands every day. Basically, he will go through the secretarial team first, and then come to him to go through the important documents. Finally, he will pass the important documents to Mr. Rong after screening.

In other words, the number of documents he needs to check every day is actually scary.

Z watched from the side, couldn't help opening his mouth.

This, the speed of viewing files, isn't it a bit too fast?

He was very suspicious, did He Qian read the words on the document in such a short period of time!

Seeing the rapid reduction of files on He Qian's desktop, Z couldn't help it.

"Brother Qian, do you see it clearly?"

He Qian, who had just entered the working state, was called out, his wrist was stopped, and he suddenly felt a piercing pain.

He frowned slightly, it seemed that the injury was a bit severe this time, and if he didn't get two needles, he might really die.

He sighed, put the file back with another hand, and turned his head.

"Be quiet, so I can finish it sooner."

Z silently made an expression of zipping his mouth, and silently moved the stool one meter away.

He Qian turned his head, reached out and took down another document.

After watching for a while, he turned his head and threw a sentence.

"I'm special, I can see ten lines at a glance, be good."

Don't stare at him anymore, it will affect his work efficiency.

Ten lines at a glance!

Z suddenly realized.

He propped his chin and looked lazily at He Qian's back, feeling amazed in his heart.

No wonder, he said.

At the beginning, he obviously only showed his face with the master once, so why did Brother Qian remember who he was the second time? It turned out to be like this.

This is a skill that everyone envies and wants.

"Mr. He."

Two people came out of the office door one after the other, Rongqing waved at He Qian.

He Qian stood up, "Mr. Rong."

"Linji and I will go out for dinner first, and you can call me if there is anything urgent."

As for nothing important!

Then don't call Dad!

Dad wants to be happy in the world of two!

He Qian understood, "Okay, no problem, Mr. Rong. There is nothing important today. I wish Mr. Rong and Mr. Lin a happy meal."

Since Mr. Rong wants to have dinner with Mr. Lin today, it is okay to push some less important meetings.

"Then it's hard work for you."

Rongqing gestured to him with a good gesture, and he glanced at Z who was sitting next to He Qian and was about to stand up.

"By the way, Z doesn't have to follow me. I'll let you go today, half a day off."

Z reluctantly stood up for a moment, then sat back silently.

He didn't really want to ask why he was on vacation, so it's better to shut up obediently.

"Then let's go~"

Rongqing naturally took Linji's hand, waved at them, leaned on Linji's head sweetly and talked carefully, and went downstairs.

He Qian looked at this scene, inexplicably thinking of the sweet beans at home.

Every time Sweet Bean came over to cling to him and succeeded in begging for a snack, he would always show this complacent expression.

He thought about it, and thought it was funny.

President Rong and Sweet Bean are not the same creature.

After sitting down, He Qian continued to process the unfinished documents.

However, it didn't take long for him to feel a dull pain in his wrist.

Maybe it really hurt a muscle?

He Qian sighed in his heart, and accelerated the speed of reading the documents.

After about an hour.

The secretary team came over one after another to clock in and leave work, and He Qian was already immersed in the documents on the desktop.

A secretary glanced curiously when punching the card, and said strangely.

"It's strange, Mr. He has already read such a small amount of documents, what happened today? No wonder there are too many emails?"

Z paused while propping his chin, and then he noticed that He Qian seemed to have kept this position for a long time?

He quickly got closer, and saw He Qian flipping through the documents with a pale face, obviously much less efficient than before.

He looked again and saw that He Qian's wrist had swelled up a lot, which was very serious at first glance.

It's all like this, why is He Qian enduring it?

"Brother Qian! Stop watching, I'll take you to the hospital!"

Hands are like this!

This man is too stubborn!

He Qian paused for flipping through the documents, then glanced at his wrist again, and sighed.

Forget it, looking at it like this is a waste of time.

"Wait for me to clean up."

He stood up, and Z hurried over.

"Brother Qian, let me help you!"

He Qian paused and nodded.

"Turn off the computer and arrange the files a little more neatly."

He took two steps back, giving room to Z.

After Z helped clean up, He Qian nodded.

"Let's go, clock out of get off work."

He casually picked up the car keys on the table.

It was only when He Qian arrived at the parking lot that he realized something.

He looks like he can't drive?

"Brother Qian, let me drive."

Z understood his expression from the side, he scratched his head, and volunteered to say.

"Need not."

He Qian glanced at him.

"I'll call a chauffeur."

He paused and added another sentence.

"I remember, you can't drive, right?"

Z froze for a moment, then grinned.

"Brother Qian, do you remember this?"

The way he looked at He Qian became more and more strange. Why does this man seem to know everything?

"Don't be brave if you can't drive, just go to the back seat and stay."

He Qian didn't say anything, just made a phone call and actually called a driver over.

When he arrived at the old Chinese doctor he was familiar with, He Qian was scolded head-on and face-to-face before he could tell what he was here for.

The old man is in his seventies, but he is straight and full of spirit, and he doesn't gasp when he scolds others.

"I told you that something will happen to your wrist sooner or later. It's fine now. You came to me after you looked like this. Why didn't you wait until your wrist was broken? Why don't you come here quickly? What are you doing standing there! "

As he spoke, he carefully pulled the person into the consulting room with his hands, and he kept cursing non-stop, but he had already started to check with his hands.

After watching for a while, the old man frowned and looked up at He Qian.

"What's going on? Did you fight someone?"

This is not something that can be hurt by work, it is hurt by standard grappling.

Isn't He Qian a literati's job?How did you meet the grappling hand?

Z stood behind He Qian and laughed dryly, "I accidentally hurt Brother Qian."

The old man took a look, this young man was tall and tall, with a seven-pointed peach blossom and three-pointed fierce face, he was not a good thing at first glance.

But he looked at He Qian who didn't see the gloomy look between his brows, and guessed that they were familiar, so he just snorted.

"It's not a good thing at first glance, and you can be careless, and it took so long to bring someone here."

He muttered in a low voice, but both He Qian and Z had good ears.

He Qian sat motionless, while Z almost touched his nose, so embarrassed that he could only laugh.

"The injury is a bit serious. This kid's hands and feet are very heavy. Would you like to take a leave of absence? Or find someone to help you with the keyboard and mouse work. I will give you a needle for a few days and take a good rest. It will take a month for your wrist to see a big improvement."

The old man looked it over and over again several times, and he made a final decision.

He Qian shook his head, "Let's reduce the swelling first, I can't let other people come for my work, try to treat conservatively."

There are a huge number of documents that he needs to review every day, especially many confidential documents of the Rong family. He can't afford to miss a day, let alone a month?

The old man choked on him, not happy.

"Then I can't cure it. If you want to be cured, you can find someone else!"

He put He Qian's hand on the table carefully, and then he started blowing his beard and staring.

He Qian really stood up, "Then I can go."

He turned around and saw that he was really about to leave, Z was dumbfounded.

Brother Qian still has such a rogue style?

"Ehhh!"

When the old man saw that he was leaving, he became even angrier.

"Where are you going? You can't find a more capable doctor than me to treat your wrist outside the province. Your wrist is like this. Where do you want to go?"

He Qian looked back at him, "Is it cured or not?"

This posture is as if he is the one who governs people.

The old man was so angry that his beard was blown up, but there was nothing he could do about it.

"Zhizhi! Come back!"

Only then did He Qian show a slight smile and came back to sit down.

"You know how to threaten me every day, and you are not afraid that one day the old man will be really angry, and your hand will not be cured. At that time, let alone earning money, you will even struggle to get things. Let me tell you .”

The old man was very upset and babbled on, and looked at it for a long time before turning his head to look at Z who had been silent beside him.

"I said that bad boy over there."

bad boy?

Z pointed to his nose, is he talking about him?

The old man frowned, "I'm talking about you, why are you sitting so far away when you make your hands like this? It's more about precautions, come and listen!"

He ordered confidently, and Z was rarely deterred, and slipped over obediently.

"I don't care about this hand anyway, you can either use your left hand first, or else, don't you have any voice input now? Try to move it as little as possible! And you!"

The old man stared at Z with unfriendly eyes, "You are responsible for staring at him, don't let him use his hands too much. If you use too much, you should quickly hold him down and let me get a few needles. It’s cured, you have to massage twice a day, morning and evening, don’t leave later, I’ll teach you how to massage, twice a day, you can’t miss it once, you know?”

Z was stunned by him, subconsciously nodded obediently.

It was He Qian who raised his forehead, "Grandpa, what are you talking about? What does the two massages in the morning and evening have to do with him?"

The old man froze for a moment, looked at him, then at Z.

"He is not your object? Didn't you say that you will only have your object with you?"

In an instant, He Qian had a feeling of digging a hole for himself to jump into.

He sighed helplessly, ignoring Z's gossiping eyes.

"I mean sweet beans."

Don't he bring sweet beans every time?

When the old man heard it, he was very happy.

"How can a cat be an object!"