Domineering president and beauty brother

Little C rented a one-bedroom apartment, only [-] square meters in size. Outside the bedroom was the living room, and the balcony next to the living room was crammed with a barely-used kitchen. He bought a hanger and set it there to dry his laundry.

clothing! ?

My god is going to fall off the horse! !While the CEO was changing his shoes, Little C ran into the bedroom and took out the sheets. He didn't forget to close the bedroom door when he came out, and went straight to the balcony to cover the dress he had just washed a few days ago.

The whole set of movements takes less than 30 seconds, and it is a race against life.

The president watched Little C running back and forth in his spare time: "What are you panicking about? It's not like I don't know."

"I, I'm not panicking." Holding the chicken nest head with his hands, Little C's heartbeat was super fast, and he asked guiltily, "President, what do you know?"

"I'm a man too, the stinky socks on the balcony and the bucket of instant noodles in the bedroom are understandable."

"Hahaha, I didn't expect such a sophisticated person like you, President, to be like this..." He breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that the president knew about the women's clothing on his balcony and the pink and lovely decorations in his bedroom.

"Of course I don't." Holding the shoe cabinet with one hand, the president turned around and closed the anti-theft door. The height of nearly 1.9 meters made the small single apartment of Little C even more crowded. "The roommates in college were like this, so I always Live outside."

"Neither have I! I accidentally knocked over the water glass before! I just aired the sheets." Speaking of the overturned water glass, Little C remembered that the money for changing the locks was paid by the president, and greeted the two people who asked the president to sit in the living room first. On the sofa, I poured another glass of water, "I am usually alone at home, and I don't have much fruit to eat."

"It's okay." The president took the mug from Little C and couldn't help but take a second look.

Little C, who took the time to get his wallet, turned around and saw the president in a suit, sitting on the sunken sofa, with his legs bent to the sides so as not to bump into the coffee table in front of the sofa, and...

When did he bring his daily cat mug to the living room, why did he still use that mug to pour water just now? !

"Well, how much did the president change the lock just now? I'll give it to you." To avoid embarrassment, Little C had to change the subject, but he only had more than 80 yuan in his wallet...

"I don't remember." Seeing Little C's embarrassment, the president tilted his head and raised his mug, "This mug is very cute."

Why does this sentence sound so familiar to him...

After so many times of tempering, little C has long learned to avoid the important and take the lightest. He took out all the money in his wallet and stuffed it into the gap between the CEO's hand and the cup: "I don't have much cash with me now. The rest will wait for you next time." Office again..."

The president was about to refuse when the phone in his pocket rang, and he put down his glass.

"Well. Well, I'll be there right away."

Finally going!Little C cheers, he doesn't even know where to put his hands when the president is beside him, especially recently the president always likes to tease him.

"Little C, I'll give you 10 minutes."

"what?"

"I made an appointment with Haishi's boss today, since we're here, let's go and listen together."

"??? Haishi? Which one is Haishi?"

"The driver has 9 minutes to go downstairs."

"Okay! I'll be right away!" What about the agreed vacation?Why are you suddenly dragging him to see a client?

The suit was bought for Xiao C by his parents when he graduated from university, and they said they would use it for work in the future. After hanging it for three years, it is finally useful.Although he looks a little thinner compared to the CEO Xiao C, he is also well-proportioned and has slender legs, and his temperament changes instantly when he puts on a suit.

I usually don’t feel it in the company, but today I was bumped into by the president one after another in embarrassment. I was doing my job in the house before, but now I’m doing well, I’m going to sit in a car—it’s the president’s car—Little C is super nervous .Straighten your back and watch the news on the TV on the back of the front seat without turning your eyes. Of course, if you ask him what he is talking about here, he will not be able to tell - after all, he has already wandered outside.

"Haishi is engaged in network marketing." Compared with Xiao C's uneasiness, the president is naturally more casual. He turned on his phone and sent some of Haishi's official information that his secretary just sent him to Xiao C via WeChat, "You now You can take a look first."

"Ah, okay." When it comes to work, Little C is unambiguous, takes out his phone and downloads them one by one, "Does the president need me to do anything in the past today?"

"Just listen to it. But they have been working on solutions for so many years, and their marketing methods and methods are probably streamlined. They don't have to be regarded as standards. You can listen to them at will. It's good to be inspired."

"Well, I understand." Little C has a habit that he doesn't know. Every time he is serious, he will bite his lower lip, leaving staggered teeth marks on his slightly thick lower lip.

Finally relaxed, before going out, he scratched his hair in a hurry. Little C had a few bangs hanging on his forehead, and he didn't notice while holding the phone in both hands.

Little C was reading the materials, while the president was reading him.

"Little C."

"Huh, huh?" Worried that there would be something she didn't understand when they met, Xiao C was very serious when reading the materials, but she didn't react when she was suddenly called by the president.

"You're finally back to normal."

"I, what was wrong with me just now?"

"It's not normal now. You stutter when you're nervous." The president turned slightly sideways, resting his hand on his chin and focused on looking at Little C. "Am I so scary? Why are you so nervous today?"

"No, it's not..." Little C lowered his head so as not to meet the president's gaze, and kept turning off the lock screen of his phone and then turning it on again, "Actually, I have always had a question I wanted to ask you..."

"You said."

After some hesitation again, he took a sharp breath, ah, today he is going all out.

"President, why do you treat me so well? Promote me to be in charge of the Internet celebrity project, encourage and personally guide me, give me bonuses and vacations if my grades are not very good, and even come to help me change the lock this time..."

Don't you know how much he weighs?There are many people who are better than him.The president has no reason to win over a small employee like himself.

Therefore, when all kinds of things are connected together, it will always be misleading.

"Hehe." The CEO laughed again, "What do you think?"

"I can't feel it. If I could know, I wouldn't ask..."

"Naturally—"

Halfway through the conversation, a sudden brake came on.Little C was unsteady and fell forward. Seeing that his head was about to hit the screen, he was blocked by the president's hand.

"Old Zhu!" Fortunately, he had quick eyesight and quick hands, otherwise Little C would have suffered a concussion.

The president’s driver, Lao Zhu, is a 15-year-old driver who rarely makes such mistakes. Just now, a Ferrari suddenly jumped out of the crossing, not only running a red light, but also going the wrong way. A sports car ran a red light."

Little C, who was belatedly aware of it, hurriedly backed away. Sure enough, the president's hand was bruised by him just now, and it will be more serious in a while: "President, I'm sorry! I was too careless!"

"It's okay." The president roughly moved his left hand, and there was nothing wrong with it. "Just ask the doctor to deal with it later. The hand is not as important as your head."

"..." Here it comes again, Little C originally wanted to see the president's injured hand stretched out halfway, but now he is caught in a dilemma by his words.

"It hurts a little." The president was generous, he put his hand on Little C's hand naturally, and his tone was not that of pain, "Show me."

Little C's face instantly looked like a cooked shrimp.

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"Hehe." The CEO laughed again, "What do you think?"

"I can't feel it. If I could know, I wouldn't ask..."

"Naturally—

Because it's almost the Dragon Boat Festival!There are three days off!I am so happy! ! ! "

"..." MDZZ is not the president I know.