revenge love

Kang Bingzhu stayed up late to write a memo by hand, which made him yawn when he got out of the elevator and walked to the office the next day.

"Morning, Mr. Kang."

In the middle of a yawn, he heard Han Jia's voice.Kang Bingzhu, who obviously planned to enter the office with the best mental outlook, turned his head resentfully to look at his assistant who happened to come out of the tea room.

"It's getting late." Kang Bingzhu stubbornly searched for his own words, and was lucky enough to be thought of by him, and handed over the handwritten memo he was holding in his arms. "This is the file I want to send by email before noon today. I will give you an hour to input it into the computer for me."

Han Jia frowned slightly.The document that Kang Bingzhu handed over had five pages, and it was full of wild cursive that Kang Bingzhu could not read.

"Mr. Kang, let me handle this kind of work." Joyce who was on the side suddenly interrupted.

This was Kang Bingzhu's mistake. He was so impatient that he set up his work before he had time to enter his office. At this time, they happened to pass by the secretary's desk. At this time, Kang Bingzhu looked at Kang Bingzhu with a questioning expression of "Mr. Kang, you hired an assistant to let him do typist work".

The general manager thought he was very dignified, so he glanced at his female secretary and signaled her not to worry too much.

As a result, Joyce acted as if he hadn't seen Kang Bingzhu's majestic eyes at all: "Aren't you sorry for letting Assistant Han do this kind of thing, Mr. Kang, you hired Assistant Han with such a high salary, right?"

Kang Bingzhu could only quibble: "Assistant Han just took over the job and doesn't know anything. What's wrong with me giving him more opportunities to get started as soon as possible?"

Joyce hesitated for a moment, as if she wanted to say something else, Han Jia took the manuscript first.

"Joyce, I'm actually very grateful to Mr. Kang for giving me the opportunity to learn, let me do it."

...Who asked you to rescue me?Can I still mess with my secretary?

Kang Bingzhu thought dissatisfiedly in his heart, after thinking about it, taking advantage of Joyce's persuasion, he hurriedly opened the door and walked into the office.

After Han Jia also walked in, Kang Bingzhu closed the door and emphasized the point again: "Hurry up and deal with it, I need it before ten o'clock."

Han Jia looked down at the manuscript, then raised her head and asked, "Mr. Kang, can I trouble you to take two minutes to read it?"

Hearing this, Kang Bingzhu was shocked.He planned it carefully. The general manager's secretary's computer has a highly recognizable conversion tool, which can convert scanned pictures into word documents. In order to prevent Han Jia from being lazy and borrowing the software, Kang Bingzhu specially used any conversion tool and couldn't recognize it. handwriting - but he forgot the existence of the recorder.

Han Jia asked him to read it again. If he used a voice recorder, he could definitely complete the recording within an hour.As a result, Kang Bingzhu's plan ran aground.He was so wise that he was defeated by a mere recording pen?Kang Bingzhu felt very annoyed.

However, Han Jia did not use the recorder. After Kang Bingzhu sat down, he stood beside the latter's chair, looking at the memo while waiting for Kang Bingzhu to read it to him.

Taking advantage of the fact that the other party didn't remember the recording pen, Kang Bingzhu hurriedly read the manuscript. After reading, he couldn't wait to send the manuscript to the other party's arms: "Hurry up and type, there are still 50 minutes left."

Han Jia didn't delay any longer, he took the few pages, returned to his desk and concentrated on typing.

Kang Bingzhu watched Han Jia secretly while looking at the time in the lower right corner of his computer screen.Han Jia's typing speed was not slow, but obviously she couldn't compare with a qualified typist.I think the input method of the new notebook has not accepted enough □□, Han Jia often makes typos and has to press the back button to delete...

In this way, Kang Bingzhu didn't do much business for a whole hour, and spent more than half an hour staring at the time and peeping on the screen.Finally, while he was considering whether to yell "Time's up," a mail arrived.

The email is from Han Jia.At the same time, Han Jia walked towards Kang Bingzhu's desk with the paper documents.

"Mr. Kang, I sent you the electronic version. I'm not very good at typing, and I didn't have time to check it. Please review it again."

Kang Bingzhu took the hard copy on the shelf of his boss, "You are a newcomer, and this email is very important, of course I have to read it carefully before sending it out." He suppressed his excitement and began to check the electronic document as he spoke.

... The more he checked, the more his heart sank.

Han Jia couldn't find any typos in the entry, and even the punctuation marks were fine.When more than half of the documents were read, Kang Bingzhu couldn't help feeling desperate for the world—at this moment, he suddenly discovered a mistake!

"This should be 'sales' rather than 'weight loss'." Kang Bingzhu suppressed his overjoyed mood and said in a stern tone.

Han Jia immediately bowed her head and apologized introspectively, "I'm sorry, Mr. Kang, I was too careless."

Kang Bingzhu looked up at his former strict high school tutor. He opened his mouth for a long time, but finally said, "It's okay. I need the documents urgently. It's normal to make a typo or two."

He cursed his broken mouth in his heart, why he made such a discordant voice at a critical moment.

"President Kang, don't worry, I will be more careful next time."

"Well, go sit down, I sent an email."

Kang Bingzhu sighed secretly and watched Han Jia sit back in his seat.

The day when work efficiency broke a new low passed like this.

In the afternoon, Kang Bingzhu missed the off-duty time because of distraction.In the past two days, it was expected that the newly promoted assistant would be embarrassed to leave work earlier than the general manager, and Kang Bingzhu would walk away, causing Joyce to look at the people who left work on time with surprised eyes every day.Kang Bingzhu raised his head and chest, and thought confidently, what's wrong with my boring life?No matter how boring I am, I have the right to go home from get off work on time and enjoy the loneliness, emptiness and coldness.

Today's situation is somewhat special.Because the efficiency is too low, Kang Bingzhu, who usually does not have much work, was stunned that there was still one document that had not been electronically approved by the end of working hours. He stared at the document on the computer screen in a daze, not noticing that he had already left work for a while.

Then, Han Jia walked to his desk.

"Mr. Kang, do you have any orders? If nothing else, I still have something to do. I'm leaving first?"

Kang Bingzhu came back to his senses suddenly, he frowned and asked, "What's the matter with you?"

If you dare say you're going on a date, I'll just...

Kang Bingzhu clenched his fists hard, and then was suddenly discouraged.There was a resentment in his chest that was hard to break...but he couldn't exert his strength.

"The water pipe in the apartment burst, I'm going to hire someone to fix it." Han Jia replied.

It was rare for him to say something that made Kang Bingzhu happy.Kang Bingzhu laughed out of joy: "You are so useless, how can you not change the water pipe? I will!"

"Really." Han Jia responded casually.

Kang Bingzhu could tell that Han Jia's perfunctory tone obviously did not believe his words.It is rare to have the advantage of being able to defeat the opponent, how can Kang Bingzhu tolerate the slightest doubt?

"If you don't believe me," Kang Bingzhu stood up from the chair, "I'll help you fix the water pipe."

...wait...this development?

Kang Bingzhu couldn't understand it himself.He stood there in a daze, very worried that Han Jia would think that he was flattering him.

You have to put on a straight face, and then speak in an angry voice...

Kang Bingzhu was planning how to take back what he had said, but Han Jia was the first to speak: "Mr. Kang is joking, you are busy with your affairs, so I have the nerve to bother Mr. Kang with such a trivial matter."

"Who said I'm busy? I have nothing to do today." Kang Bingzhu retorted instinctively.

After hearing what kind of nonsense he blurted out, Kang Bingzhu accepted his fate.

... If it can't be repaired, he will blame Han Jia's house for the abnormality of the water pipe.He made up his mind.

"Come on, let's go to your house now. I'll buy a toolbox first on the way. Are your pipes standard sizes? We have to buy new pipes... Forget it, we'll go buy them after we visit your house. "Kang Bingzhu turned off the computer while talking. He quickly tidied himself up, straightened his suit that was a little wrinkled because of sitting, and then looked up contentedly, "Let's go." He said to Han Jia.

Han Jia blinked at Kang Bingzhu in confusion for a moment, and finally, his eyes overflowed with a bright smile, and he whispered softly, even with a hint of shyness in his tone: "If you are really free, , would you like to come to my house for a meal? I can drop by and buy some vegetables to go back. "

"Since you are so sincere to invite me to dinner," Kang Bingzhu quickly showed that he was not so willing, and then hurriedly finalized, "Then it is decided like this."

Han Jia raised a slight smile: "Let's go."

Hearing this, Kang Bingzhu immediately went around the desk and walked to Han Jia's side.After realizing that his actions didn't look like a bit of arrogance and arrogance, he raised his head and said, "You better be a good cook. I'm very picky about food."

Han Jia glanced at Kang Bingzhu, with a faint smile still on the corner of his mouth, and lightly complained to Kang Bingzhu, "You can't even tell the difference between chicken and duck."

Kang Bingzhu glared at the assistant to the general manager who dared to provoke his boss: "You still can't tell the difference between a potato and a potato, are you laughing at me?"

Not knowing what was wrong with this sentence, Han Jia suddenly widened his eyes in surprise and turned to look at Kang Bingzhu.

Kang Bingzhu felt guilty. "What are you looking at?" Northeast dialect popped out accidentally.

Han Jia continued to look at Kang Bingzhu in disbelief. "Are you joking?" he asked uncertainly.

Kang Bingzhu thought to himself worriedly, "Am I joking?" On the surface, he affirmed confidently: "I have no sense of humor, how can I be joking."

Han Jia stared at Kang Bingzhu with strange eyes. After a long time, he said earnestly, "I was just kidding you at that time. A potato is a potato."

……what? !

The sudden truth shocked Kang Bingzhu's worldview.

Han Jia tilted her head and sighed in doubt, "How have you been in the past ten years?"

Kang Bingzhu's face was burning hot with anger. "You have misled your son for ten years, yet you still dare to laugh at me for being deceived?"

He suddenly remembered that once at dinner, Shao Yunting corrected his remarks and pointed out that potatoes are potatoes. At that time, Kang Bingzhu despised Shao Yunting's lack of common sense in life.

...how have I been for the past ten years?

Kang Bingzhu couldn't figure it out.