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Han Ziye pressed the beeper and said simply: "Fang Ya, coffee."

Fang Ya was not in the position. Han Ziheng, who had just been promoted to the secretariat and followed Fang Ya, stretched his neck to look, hesitated for a moment, got up and went to the tea room to find coffee beans.

After the coffee was brewed, he straightened his clothes, checked his appearance in the mirror of the tea room, and knocked on the door with the coffee.

Han Ziye was working at his desk, with his slender and strong fingers sticking to the pen to write. When he saw the cup gently placed by his hand, he didn't look up, and said in a low voice:

"Thank you."

Han Ziheng took the opportunity to stare at him, swallowed eagerly, and replied in a low voice, "You're welcome."

Han Ziye looked up in surprise when he heard the voice, and his expression slowed down a bit: "It's you."

Han Ziheng felt his heart jumping in his throat when he saw it, and nodded in embarrassment.

He keenly felt that the president was in a good mood today, and there was even a little joy in his eyebrows.

Han Ziye picked up the cup and took a sip. It was the taste he was accustomed to. He looked up and down and asked him:

"It's been almost a month, how are you getting used to it?"

Han Ziheng is the distant nephew of the family, he was already down in his ancestors, and it is even worse when he comes to him. His father died early, and his mother took care of the only seedling, and raised him with the support of the Han family.

But he is talented and good-looking. He has been cautious since he was high-spirited, and worked hard all the way to the top. Finally, he got the attention of the Han family and sent him to Equis to receive customized education with the children of his family.

He did not relax himself during the Equus period. He got high marks in all his homework. When he graduated, he got his wish and entered the precision department, and was assigned to the confidential secretariat.

For two years, he rotated in the research institute, assembly plant, and headquarters. He would have been able to start working as an intern executive secretary in one year. Who would have thought that Fang Ya, the chief executive, would suddenly get pregnant unexpectedly. He finally had the opportunity to enter the confidential secretariat in advance. , met Han Ziye.

Han Ziye's name has been in his ears for too many years, it seems to have become a belief.When I was a child, I only knew that he was a precise successor. When I was in Aquis, I was already familiar with other people's evaluation of him. The deeds of the president of the student council who are nothing more than scum, later entered the precision, and everyone can tell vividly how the president has controlled the precision for a long time, uprooted Han Hua and his son with deep roots Struggle to seize power...

What's more, Faith is more handsome than the rumors describe, Han Ziheng almost fell for the first time he saw the president.

Han Ziheng looked at Han Ziye devoutly and replied: "It's okay, I will work hard."

Han Ziye nodded: "Speed ​​up, I read your resume, it's pretty good, Fang Ya has to hand over her work before her maternity leave."

Han Ziheng nodded and said yes, as if stepping on a cloud, he withdrew, chewing on the word "very good" all morning, his secret happiness made him dizzy.

Not long after the lunch break, there was a noise at the door. Han Ziheng raised his eyes and saw a young man walking in.

He is not tall and very thin, but he still wears a loose hooded long-sleeved shirt and a pair of cotton loose sweatpants in midsummer, looking fairy-like. His snow-white face is only the size of a palm, and a pair of foggy big With a smile in his eyes, a small nose, and pink lips, he greeted the secretaries with a smile before speaking.

Han Ziheng has always been conceited of his beauty, but it pales in comparison to this person.

Fang Ya went up to hug the young man, and said happily: "I knew you must be back. No one was scolded this morning."

The man smiled shyly, did not answer, took out a gift box from the backpack behind him and handed it to Fang Ya: "I bought it for the baby."

Fang Ya thanked him and pushed him: "Go quickly."

The man still smiled, and when he passed by his table, he was stunned for a moment, nodded at him, pushed the door open and walked in without knocking.

Han Ziheng frowned. Who is this person? He doesn't look like a stranger. Why has he never seen him before?

Fang Ya came over, saw him staring at the door in a daze, put his hands on his shoulders, and said to him softly: "Don't you always ask why the table inside is empty?"

Han Ziheng nodded: "You said that was the position of special assistant."

The door of Han Ziye's office is connected to a small suite, which is closed to the outside, and the inside is separated by a large glass. He has never seen anyone at the work station. When he asked Fang Ya, he only said that it was the position of a special assistant.

He has also heard about this special assistant, but no one in the secretariat mentioned it. He didn't seem surprised by the empty table. He thought he was sent out, but he only knew that he was a very powerful character. He followed Han Ziye since he was a child, and he took credit for taking power Que Wei.

Fang Ya said: "This is Special Assistant Han, who is directly responsible to the president and has the same status as the president."

Han Ziheng opened his mouth, dumbfounded.In his imagination, the special assistant should be a black, thin, not tall, smart and capable person with glasses.

Such a delicate and sickly little white face doesn't look like "Ji Gong Que Wei" in any way.

Fang Ya was still telling him earnestly: "The special assistant's health is not very good. You must be careful when he is around on weekdays, but try not to disturb him unless you are called, understand?"

Han Ziheng felt even more weird in his heart, but he still nodded his head.

Went to Europe to participate in the art exhibition in the early morning, caught up with the new precision model passed the review, Han Ziye couldn't leave, so he had to let others go with him, walked for more than ten days, and finally arrived home yesterday afternoon.

This little farewell made last night's affair a little bit more intense. Han Ziye couldn't wake up early in the morning even if he kissed and gnawed, if Jinmei was worried that he would starve if he missed breakfast and lunch Get him up so hard that he might be able to sleep well into the night.

Opening the door early in the morning, she smiled and called, "Master."

When Han Ziye saw him coming in, he stood up immediately, went up to meet him, hugged him in his arms, kissed him and said, "I woke up, why didn't you wait for me at home. Have you had lunch yet?"

In the early morning, I tiptoed and stretched out my arms to hook his neck, and rubbed the side of his neck with the cool tip of my nose: "I miss you so much, I can't help but come, are you busy?"

Han Ziye wrapped his arms around his waist to pick him up, and adjusted the air conditioner switch on the wall with the other. The temperature rose by two degrees: "A little bit, you can play by yourself for a while, and I will accompany you when I am done." He said kissing Shut the mouth of the morning.

Qingchen docilely closed her long eyelashes and raised her head to let him kiss. The two of them couldn't help being short of breath as their lips were intertwined. Qingchen groaned away from Han Ziye's lips and leaned into his arms to pant: "I will Go outside and call me when you're done."

Han Ziye let him go with a smile, turned around and pressed the beeper: "Fang Ya, make him a cup of cold-extracted fruit tea, not too hot."

Fang Ya made an appointment for a check-up in the afternoon, but she had already left, so Han Ziheng had no choice but to go to the tea room, but couldn't find any fruit tea, and he was not a child, but he still wanted to drink such a naive thing.

He couldn't find it, so he took a white porcelain cup for a guest and made some fresh green tea from Jade Garden, and brought it in.

At the work station in the cubicle, I took off my shoes and sat cross-legged in the office chair in the morning while reading a book. When I saw him coming in with water, I quickly stood up and said embarrassedly: "Thank you, I will do it myself. "

Han Ziheng didn't put down the cup, but held the ear of the cup and handed it directly to Qingchen's hand: "I'm sorry, Special Assistant, I didn't find cold-extracted fruit tea, brewed green tea, don't mind."

In the early morning, when he took the cup, he felt scalded, put it down quickly, and looked inside the big glass——Han Ziye, with his back to this side, was talking on the phone by the window, and said, "It's okay, everything is fine. The new secretary?"

Han Ziheng nodded: "My name is Han Ziheng, and I'm the Chief Intern Secretary."

Qingchen nodded and smiled: "Hello."

Han Ziheng looked at the book he had put on the table, it was in English, it was a biography of a man who didn't know what to do, he felt a little unsure, Fang Ya left, the work was tight, and as a special assistant, he still had time to read such things .

"Special assistant," Han Ziheng said with a serious face, "The financial department's budget for this quarter has just been reported, but I have an urgent task in hand and I really don't have time, can you help me with it?"

In the early morning, he hesitated for a moment, "Others..."

Han Ziheng interrupted him impatiently: "Everyone is very busy and has work scheduled in their hands."

Qingchen sighed helplessly. Although everyone had briefly explained to him the precise and core affairs just in case, in fact, he had long been only playing the role of a special assistant, and no longer did specific work. The report... more It's like a lifetime ago.

Han Ziheng was still waiting for his answer with cold eyes, so Qingchen had no choice but to bite the bullet and nodded, "Then bring it here and let me have a look."

There are more than a dozen departments, and the budget statement adds up to a large book. Han Ziheng estimated that he would have to go through the trial until midnight at his own speed. After two hours, he held a document and wanted to read the legend in the name of signing. To what extent has the very powerful special assistant in the middle of the trial been.

I was startled when I opened the door.

In the early morning, he fell asleep lying on the pile of reports, Han Ziye was looking down at him, and when he saw him coming in, he put his hand on his lips to signal him to keep silent.

Han Ziye straightened his bangs in the morning, wrapped his arms around his knees, and lightly hugged him in his arms. As if he was used to it in the morning, he wrapped his hands around Ziye's neck and found him automatically. He rubbed his face in a comfortable position, but he didn't wake up.

Han Ziye glanced at Han Ziheng who was still standing stupidly holding the doorknob, and signaled him to open the door with his eyes. Han Ziheng came back to his senses, his heart seemed to be stuffed with a lemon, sour and astringent. His mind went blank, and he opened the door with stiff fingers. Seeing Han Ziye running towards the lounge with his long legs, he had no choice but to follow and help open the door.

Han Ziye put the person on the bed, took off his shoes, covered him with a blanket, sat on the edge of the bed and stared at the sleeping face in the morning for a while.

He turned his head and saw that Han Ziheng was still standing at the door, with a dazed and disappointed expression on his face. He frowned and said softly, "Go out."

Han Ziye picked up the remote control beside the bed and pressed it, the electric curtains were slowly closed, and the room was dark and quiet.

Han Ziheng staggered out and sat down on the seat, wondering and guessing in his heart, he had a bad feeling about the identity of this special assistant.

The secretariat was very quiet this afternoon. The second secretary, the third secretary, and several other assistant secretaries tacitly blocked all the work submitted. The president only arranged a short meeting in the afternoon, and the rest were put on hold.

All afternoon, Han Ziheng's heart was in such a mess that he couldn't do anything. It was almost time to finish get off work, and he only did one-third of it.

The second business department sent the contract, and the preoccupied Han Ziheng reviewed it several times. He felt that it was only in the eyes and could not enter the mind, so he simply ignored it and wanted to send it in first.

He lowered his head and entered the compartment, just as he raised his hand to knock on the door, suddenly there was a very subtle but unmistakable groan from inside.

"...Ah...Master..."

Han Ziheng's heart beat wildly and froze.

The shutters were raised on the glass windows, and the oppressive moans that occasionally came from the silence were soft and soft to the bone.

Inside the door, in the morning, he was wearing a coat well, but underneath it was naked, with cotton socks on his feet. At this moment, his hands were propped back on the large desk, his feet barely stepped on the edge of the desk, and his legs were spread wide. , Han Ziye's thick, long, hard and hot genitals are wedged in the back hole.

Han Ziye was completely dressed in formal attire, even the tie knot was meticulous, he only untied the trousers chain to expose the bottom tucked into Qingchen's body, he put his hands on his hips, and the lower edge of the tie brushed up and down on the top of Qingchen's raised top as he slowly and gently moved in and out .

In the early morning, the eyebrows were slightly frowned, the water in the eyes was shining, and the lower lip was held back by the teeth.

Han Ziye caressed Qingchen's face with his thumb, he couldn't get enough of his expression.

The mucous membrane in the passageway was rubbed slowly, and the pleasure climbed slowly. In the early morning, I couldn't help but begged him: "Master, it's okay... um... hurry up..."

Han Ziye still kept going in and out slowly but deeply, the tender flesh under him was warmly wrapped around him in the early morning, his arms pushed his body up and down to meet his insertion, trying to make the speed of in and out faster by his own strength.

Han Ziye simply stopped and let him move on his own. Panting in the early morning, he barely managed to move a dozen times, his hands and legs trembling with soreness, and he could only beg him in a crying voice: "Master—" He flinched In the back hole, Han Ziye clenched his teeth, the veins on his head popped, and finally reached Qingchen's waist, and thrust heavily.

In the early morning, I could no longer bite my lips, raised my neck and screamed lewdly, weeping in my panting, all five senses were lost, only strong pleasure surged up like a tsunami, my eyes were hazy, my arms were so weak that I couldn’t hold it, if it wasn’t for Being held by the waist, I am afraid that the whole person will melt.

He lay down on his body limply, unable to step on his feet anymore, his knees were bent on Han Ziye's arms, his calves swayed with the movement, Han Ziye inserted a few times into his critical places, and immediately in the morning he let out a soft ups and downs With a cry, he was so grateful that he pawed his hands to both sides, grabbed the photo frame on the table, and knocked it down with a snap.Inside the photo frame is a photo taken shortly after waking up after being shot in the morning. At that time, his hair was very long, and Jin Mei pulled a small braid in the back. He came down to cover his face, only the long eyelashes hanging from the back could be seen.

There was a pain in Han Ziye's heart, and his movements immediately eased. He bent down and grabbed his hands across his legs to prevent him from hurting himself. He took a breath early in the morning, and opened his eyes to see Han Ziye's expression of pain and regret. The son felt distressed.

He tried his best to raise his body, and reached for Suo kiss with his mouth, Han Ziye hurriedly picked him up and kissed him, and in the early morning, he opened his mouth to suck the tip of Ziye's tongue, rubbing the bottom forward little by little, it was not enough, so he hugged him tightly He grabbed Ziye's neck, put his mouth close to his ear, licked the pinna and murmured: "Master, brother, please fuck baby, please..."

Han Ziye was nearly driven mad by the magic sound beside his ears, growled, and couldn't help but pressed down on himself with his buttocks.

Han Ziheng stood stiffly outside, the thick wooden door cut off most of the sound, but the louder and muffled cry still made him feel cold all over and his lower body was hot.

He walked out with light steps, and hurried into the toilet cubicle, panting heavily while shaking the things in his hand, he silently recited Ziye's name, imagining that he was the one who was fucked to death, splashing White liquor in one hand.

In the CEO's office, the affair was coming to an end. There was a blast in the early morning, and the second time I couldn't keep up. Sitting in the chair in the middle of the night, I put my legs on the armrests in the morning, and I was lying softly on him. In her arms, she didn't even have the strength to hug him, she let her slender waist be pinched and twitched up and down, she sighed when she exhaled, and choked when she inhaled, it was as soft as a puddle of water.

Ziye was worried that he would be exhausted, so he had no choice but to use his trump card to press him down and grind him in a deadly place. In the morning, he immediately tightened his grip, called the young master in a hoarse voice, and sobbed loudly, the tears on it slipped one by one. Under the bright red corners of the eyes, clear liquid slowly gushed out from below, wet the skirt of his clothes.

The orgasm in the back hole was long and lasting, and Ziye waited patiently for him to ejaculate, and then pulled out and hugged him back to the bed, and took Qingchen's hand to hold himself and move it out.

Fang Ya talked to Han Ziheng with a rare dignified expression.

"Henry, please repeat what I said, what is the status of Assistant Han?"

Han Ziheng was stunned for a moment, his face was half upset and half disappointed. What kind of status was he, he was just a guest who got the moon first.

Fang Ya held back her anger and disappointment, closed her eyes, and repeated: "Assistant Han, you are directly responsible to the president and have the same status as the president."

She is still very satisfied with Han Ziheng. He is very smart, humble, hard-working, and careful enough. He is a good seedling worth cultivating. Although it can be seen that he pays too much attention to the president, she thinks that when he sees the early morning, If he beat around the clock again, he should give up. Whoever thought that he would be away all afternoon, he stabbed him.

Fang Ya sighed: "It's my fault too. I left in a hurry yesterday and didn't have time to explain clearly to you. But if you don't know the rules, you can ask others. How can you make things difficult for him on your own?"

Han Ziheng was surprised and aggrieved, why both of them looked at that person as if they were eyeballs. He poked his neck and replied, "I'm sorry, Sister Fang Ya, I didn't disrespect Assistant Han."

Fang Ya shook her head, hating iron for being weak: "What kind of tea did the president order, and what kind of tea did you make? And you broke in without knocking on the door. I told you not to disturb if you didn't call. You can't finish your work. When I come today, how can I let him review the report?"

Han Ziheng's face was swollen, he clenched his fists and panted heavily, his face was full of grievance and loss, like a child who was robbed of his favorite toy.

Fang Ya couldn't bear it, patted him on the shoulder and softened his tone: "Assistant Han grew up with the president, you know that the two are stepbrothers in name, boss and subordinate, but in fact..."

She sighed: "You have heard of the reputation of the president. He has a warm face and a cold heart, and is the most ruthless. Assistant Han has paid a lot, and he has blocked the gun for the president and died... It is very unfortunate that the two of them have made it to this day." It's easy, Assistant Han is the CEO's best friend, and he values ​​precision more than precision."

She said cryptically: "I'm going to risk my face and guarantee you this time. I hope you can put yourself in the right place in the future. In the CEO's heart, there can be no other people..."

After that, the frequency of coming in the early morning was three to four times a week. Sometimes the two came and walked together, and sometimes they came late and left early in the morning. At this time, they would either sit on the big chair in the work station, read a book, drink tea and sleep. Either set up an easel to draw in the corner of the president's office, and the people who come and go are used to it, reporting work or discussing things without squinting.

Occasionally, Lian Zhi and Peter would come, and the office would be full of laughter and laughter. In the morning, some snacks would be baked for drinks, and sometimes the excess would be distributed to the people in the secretariat.

When Han Ziheng first saw Qingchen, he recalled the lewd words he heard that afternoon, and his heart ached with jealousy. Later, seeing Han Ziye unabashedly holding people in his hands and pampering him for granted, he gradually became numb .Midnight, early morning.These two even have the same name...

This night Han Ziye attended a dinner party and drank a little too much. Halfway through, he suddenly remembered that there was a contract that must be issued tomorrow. Fang Ya was pregnant, and Han Ziye didn't want to trouble her, so he asked the driver to take him to the headquarters first.

The building was empty except for the guards on duty. The lights in the secretariat were on. Han Ziheng's work efficiency was very low recently and he had to work overtime every day. When he saw the president walking in with loose feet, he was startled and hurried forward to support him.

Han Ziye glanced at him: "Haven't got off work yet?" Without waiting for an answer, he shook his head, trying hard to resist the dizziness. The wine tonight was not to his liking, and he didn't drink a few glasses, but he was very overwhelmed.

He opened the fingerprint lock, entered the door and fell into the chair, straightened his long legs, leaned back on the back of the chair and breathed a sigh of relief, closed his eyes and said: "The hangover tea made by Special Assistant is in the refrigerator, make me a cup Come."

Han Ziheng went to the tea room and opened the refrigerator to search. Among the large and small glass jars of different colors, a glass jar contained marigolds and kudzu root marinated in honey. The golden red jar had a handwritten label on it: "Help the hangover, Two teaspoons of warm water at a time"

He made a cup according to the label, and when he brought it over, Han Ziye had already fallen asleep lying on his back on the seat, snoring slightly.

"President..." Han Ziheng called softly, but did not respond.

The office was so quiet that only the breathing of the two could be heard. Han Ziheng put down the cup in his hand, approached Han Ziye lightly, and stared at his sleeping face for a while. Sweeping up the tails of his eyes, Han Ziye's handsome face made it difficult for him to restrain the surge of emotion.

Han Ziheng lightly untied Han Ziye's bow tie and took it off, and helped him open the top two buttons.The Adam's apple and collarbone show undulating shadows in dim light.

He knelt down between Han Ziye's open legs, took his slender and graceful hand, and rubbed it against his cheek. The hand was warm and dry, and seemed to feel something. It held his face and stroked it with his thumb. Caress.

Han Ziheng looked up with a beating heart, but he was still awake. He mustered up the courage to hug the other person's waist, and leaned against Han Ziye's body sideways.

The accordion pleats and diamond buttons of the shirt were cold and hard, but the skin under the clothes exuded a little heat and a good body odor, which made him weak from the steam, and he couldn't help rubbing his cheeks coquettishly.

There was a wristband on his shoulders, caressing his neck, the president's deep and hoarse voice called him: "I'm sorry baby, brother didn't mean to get drunk, come here and give me a kiss..."

He was fascinated and raised his head. The person above him pressed down with his eyes closed. He waited for a long time, but the kiss did not come.

Han Ziheng opened his eyes and jumped in surprise.The CEO half-opened his eyes, looking down at him expressionlessly, his eyes were as clear as water, without a trace of drunkenness.

Han Ziye was very angry. If it wasn't for the smell from his nose when he approached him, which made him vigilant, he might have kissed the wrong person tonight.

He sat back in the chair and leaned back, his tone was calm and cold: "What are you doing?"

Han Ziheng knelt on the ground and said silently: "I like you."

Han Ziye took a sip of hangover tea on the table, frowned and said, "Fang Ya promised me that you will understand."

Han Ziheng was a little agitated. He pulled off his tie, grabbed the front of the shirt with both hands and pulled it to the sides, the buttons fell apart: "I don't understand! It's just that he came early, I can do what he can," he walked forward on his knees, grabbed Putting Han Ziye's hand on his bare chest: "Didn't I just block a shot for you? I can do it too!"

Han Ziye withdrew his hand and pressed it on the table. The cool-colored work lights lit up all around the room, and the fantasy and courage that Han Ziheng had brewed in the darkness disappeared.

"Have I ever given you the illusion that you are special?" Han Ziye asked coldly.

Han Ziheng grabbed his neckline suddenly, feeling that his half-naked chest under the fluorescent lamp was extremely shameful and ridiculous.

"Fang Ya said that you are a good seedling, worthy of cultivation, and your resume is indeed good, but I can't put a person with bad thoughts around him, do you understand?"

Han Ziye opened the drawer, took out a report and threw it beside him: "Whether you throw something to him casually is it a temptation or embarrassment? I haven't touched the delicate business for a year, and you can't compare to one of his fingers when you are tied together."

It was the half-reviewed budget statement in the early morning. He simply outlined the huge and complicated data, and pointed out the mistakes in several points of the criticism.

Han Ziheng shook his hands and slumped on the ground.

"Go down and experience it for a while. When you really understand it, come to Fang Ya. There are many precision places that need people, so you don't need to come here again."

When I came back early in the morning, I found that the new intern secretary had changed. The good-looking, but a bit cold and arrogant young man was replaced by a short man who was not good-looking but lively and enthusiastic.

One day, he picked up a white shirt button on the inside corner of Han Ziye's table. After looking at it for a long time, he raised his head and asked the person sitting next to him: "Who dropped it here? You don't have such a button on your clothes." ?”

Han Ziye tilted his head, "I don't know, someone accidentally dropped it."

As he said that, he bent down to kiss and tried his best, and soon Qingchen let go of his hand in a dazed state. He flicked the button and threw it into the wastebasket under the shredder.

(End of the article)