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Mr. Feng, who evaluates himself as "contemporary overlord, pure A and A", of course doesn't know that his image in Luken is closer to that of a cat.

But of course, Luken wasn't ready to tell him for the time being, lest the cat in his mind would become angry from embarrassment, even keeping a distance and wrapping its tail around him quietly, and would turn around and run away.

Feng Yue's regular working time is 55 o'clock, and Asa's regular arrival time is [-] o'clock. From [-]:[-] every day, the sound of her high-heeled shoes starts from the other side of the elevator, which can resound throughout the CEO's office. A whole long, empty corridor on the floor.

When the voice changed from small to loud, all the way to the door of the assistant's office, Asa, who also came to work as usual, looked inside the assistant's office, and unexpectedly found that there was a big living person inside——Lu Ken looked very early. When he arrived, he was busy with something at the second assistant's station. In his hand was a cup of coffee with the logo of the downstairs coffee shop printed on it, and there was a small round thermal pad on the bottom of the cup.

"Why did you arrive so early?" Asa asked as she walked towards her desk, and soon, without the cover of the green plants around the corner, she found that Luken's "coffee delivery" is also a welfare of the whole office today. There is also a cup of coffee in a takeaway bag on her table.

That lifted Asa's spirits. After putting down his bag and coat, he went straight to the coffee immediately. He didn't forget to thank Lu Ken: "Great, you are my savior! I don't know why the temperature dropped sharply today, and it was so cold." I could barely get up in the morning, and I was still sleepy when I got into the elevator."

Delicate and capable urban white-collar workers, who want to maintain an attitude of unlimited energy for work, seem to be destined to be inseparable from sex forever.

"It seems to be a little colder today." Lu Ken answered Asa's last words first. He was actually not very sensitive to temperature changes, but after hearing Asa's words, he briefly thought about closing the air conditioner in the lounge over there. Was the temperature high enough? Then he remembered that the air conditioner in the lounge was smart. When the sleep mode was enabled, the air conditioner would automatically change the temperature. Before he left, he also adjusted the humidifier, so it shouldn't be a big problem.

This series of thoughts circled in Lu Ken's mind. In reality, it only took a few seconds for Asa to open the lid of the cup before Lu Ken answered her first question.

"President Feng made a new request in the morning, and his recent schedule needs to be adjusted." Lu Ken abides by the workplace rules in front of his colleagues, and will not call Feng Yixun's name, and calls him "President Feng" in a proper manner. He said, "He wants to turn down all unnecessary entertainment in the near future, as well as other gatherings of similar nature."

Asa is never afraid of hot coffee when she drinks it. In the time Lu Ken said a few words, she had already downed almost half of a large cup of coffee: "Pull off entertainment and parties?"

□□As soon as it pours into the blood circulation, the brain turns faster.

The workload of adjusting the itinerary is not small. Among them, the assistant department should be responsible for connecting with all parties, preparing the excuse for rejection, and using a backup plan to fill the vacancy caused by the president's sudden strike.

Asa had been Feng Yixun's second assistant for a few years before, and he was not surprised by his boss's occasional willfulness, let alone go into the reasons.

She drank the remaining half cup of coffee as water, and sighed with a coffee flavor: "Okay—let me see where your progress is, and let's divide the work again."

Lu Ken quickly sent her the part he had already integrated. Asa went through it quickly, picked out the key points that needed careful discussion, and listed them separately, and then re-divided the remaining unorganized parts, and adjusted his state to prepare to devote himself wholeheartedly. Work.

She thought that Lu Ken's morning should be as fulfilling as her own, and she was ready to check the progress with the other party regularly. She never thought that she was just about to start work, but Lu Ken glanced at the time and picked up the coffee on the table. He stood up, as if he was about to go out.

"Do you still have field work in the morning?" Asa said, she had already opened the work schedule at hand, ready to adjust the half-day goal she set for Luken.

"It's not field work." Lu Ken's eyes don't know how to grow. Not only can he see far, but he is never afraid of polarized light reflection. Standing at a very biased angle, he can clearly see that Asa has opened the schedule. He said, "I'm going to deliver coffee to Mr. Feng. There is no need to change the goal in the morning. I will come back after delivery. I can finish it on time."

Asa's hand on the "modifier key" paused.

It was only then that she realized that the CEO had arrived at the company early today, and probably passed the instructions to Lu Ken face to face, and she just thought that the instructions were sent by Mr. Feng through the terminal early in the morning!

But then again, Mr. Feng has always arrived at work more accurately than her. Mr. Feng, who seldom goes to work early in the past few years, came so early today, and dragged Lu Ken to join the morning shift. What is he trying to do?

Asa consciously smelled gossip in the office, but no one could share this gossip, and it was a secret that should not be leaked out of the assistant's office.

She turned off the planner, waved at Lu Ken and watched him go to the CEO's office, and suddenly realized that the small thermal pad was specially made by Lu Ken for Mr. Feng, so that when the coffee was delivered, the CEO You can have a sip of coffee at the temperature you like.

The sleepiness in cold weather has always been good at killing time. When Feng Yixun woke up, he was still in the illusion. He always felt that the time had not passed so long, so he closed his eyes a little. The darkness in the room also invisibly contributed to the drowsiness. , and he struggled for a while in a long sleep, and he was about to fall back to sleep... A hand stretched out at this moment.

It was across the blanket, with gentle force and undeniable force, pressing his shoulders, stopping his attempt to retract into the blanket.

At the same time, there was a "beep" sound in the room, it sounded like a remote control button was pressed, followed by the rustling movement of the fabric sliding across the track, the darkness was separated by the leaking light .

Without the blackout curtains, the lounge regains its brightness during the day.

"It's 08:30." Lu Ken, who came to wake up the chief executive on time, held the remote control in one hand, and pressed Feng Yixun's shoulder with the other, completely seeing the other party's behavior of trying to stay in bed, "It's time to get up."

"..."

Feng Yixun in the blanket did not immediately respond to the wake-up call. His movement of retracting the blanket was stopped, and he assumed a posture of "lying down and sleeping", and continued to close his eyes in that half-shrunk position, turning his back on the bed. Half of his face and his messy hair were pressed into the pillow, and he didn't say a word.

Lu Ken saw that his method of waking up was not very successful. He stood by the bed and tilted his head. The common practice of the public when dealing with staying in bed appeared in his mind. The hand on Feng Yixun's shoulder moved to the blanket. Edge, tentatively pulled——

He didn't pull.

The trick of "lifting off the quilt" is not applicable to Mr. Feng.

Because the CEO, who closed his eyes and pretended to sleep, had been on guard in advance, lest Lu Ken would lift his blanket, and he was holding the edge of the blanket firmly from the inside, defending his right to cover him when he lay in bed.

Lu Ken really thought it was a bit funny, and if possible, he really wanted Feng Yixun to sleep more.

But the president who can do more work has a meeting that he must attend at a quarter past nine. With Lu Ken's growing understanding of him recently, if he doesn't wake him up in advance, leave him enough time to clean up his image to a meticulous Time, this person must lose his temper later.

... But then again, forcibly interrupting Lai's bed and using a simple and rude way to get up a CEO who is pretending to be sleeping, it seems that the CEO still loses his temper.

Luken fell into what seemed to be a dilemma, but he didn't panic.

His hand that couldn't be lifted off the blanket simply stopped, and through the soft blanket surface, he found Feng Yixun's hand grasping the edge.

Feng Yixun's hands are very beautiful, with well-defined joints and slender fingers. When grasping, you can see the soft tendons floating on the back of the hand.

Even though there was still a layer of blankets, he could clearly feel his bent knuckles.

Lu Ken stuck those raised joints with his fingertips, and patted the back of Feng Yixun's hand lightly.

The back of the hand didn't move a muscle.

But the fingers at the bottom were curled up by this slap.

Feng Yixun was just pretending to sleep, he was indeed not sober at first, thinking that he had just closed his eyes not long ago and could still sleep.

But as soon as Luken's hand was pressed up, he opened the curtain without any explanation, and he was able to wake up a little bit by the light outside his eyelids, knowing that it was time to start.

Out of some indescribable psychology, he was urged by Lu Ken, but he still wanted to hold back for a while, wondering what Lu Ken could do with him if he couldn't get up.

He didn't expect Lu Ken to touch his hand instead of grabbing the blanket.

That made Mr. Feng, who thought a lot, think at first that Lu Ken was going to be a bit of a flirt and a rogue at the same time. He would lure him to let go by touching his hand from the outside, and then took the opportunity to take his blanket away.

Facts have proved that he really thought too much, he hadn't finished muttering "When did Luken learn this kind of dirty trick" in his heart, and the temperature transmitted to the back of his hand through the blanket was gone.

Luken quickly took his hand away again.

And Lu Ken not only took it away, Feng Yixun also clearly heard the sound of footsteps going away - Lu Ken's people also left.

Feng Yixun closed his eyes: "..."

The big president who was pretending to sleep couldn't hold back anymore.

He couldn't believe that Lu Ken gave up so easily, and was about to get up and open his eyes to see what happened, but just a second before he was about to move, the sound of footsteps came and went.

Lu Ken left for a short time, just to get something that he thought could effectively seduce the CEO to get up - a cup of coffee with a strong aroma that suits the other party's preferences.

This was really an irresistible temptation for Feng Yixun, he didn't even have to eat, but he had coffee for almost three meals.

Feng Yixun smelled the smell of his favorite breakfast coffee, and the coffee molecules scattered in the air quickly aroused his desire for sex - it turned out that the instant touch on his hand was just a feint, and the aroma of a cup was overwhelming. Human coffee is the ultimate weapon Luken prepares to wake him up.

"...Why are you doing this?" Feng Yixun couldn't resist the temptation of coffee, so he lifted the blanket and sat up.

He stared at Lu Ken who was bringing the coffee to his hand, and asked sincerely, "Why is your move still a series of tricks?"

"What's a 'serial set'?" Lu Ken showed an innocent face, and gave Mr. Feng a smile that made it impossible to express any more objections.

He opened the lid of the cup, and the steaming rim of the cup was close to Feng Yixun's mouth: "The temperature should be just right, take a few sips and see?"

In order to cover up his defeat in front of the little assistant's smile and coffee, the CEO pondered for two seconds, then grabbed the other's wrist with his backhand, and directly poured a few mouthfuls of coffee into the other's hand.

"It's really just right." He commented, satisfied with the temperature that was warm and hot, but not really scalding the mouth.

When he let go of Luken's wrist, he deliberately pressed his fingers across the opponent's wrist bone, like the touch across the blanket that he had intentionally or unintentionally responded to before.

Lu Ken has a much nicer temper than Mr. Feng, so he can touch it as he pleases.

After Feng Yixun completely let go, Lu Ken put the coffee cup aside, then went to the small closet attached to the lounge to get Feng Zong's spare shirt and trousers.

The suit Feng Yixun was wearing before, because the shirt and trousers were temporarily requisitioned as pajamas, now they are as messy as Mr. Feng's hair, and it is shameful to wear them to a meeting.

Feng Yixun took off his crumpled shirt when Lu Ken brought him new clothes. When he was about to change, he suddenly realized another problem.

"Have you rested yet?" Mr. Feng called Assistant Lu who was busy in the room, and finally remembered that he had worked so hard to keep this person in the lounge before he fell asleep.

...But judging by the results, he slept steadily until 08:30.

It seems like nothing happened.

"If you're talking about taking a normal rest in the lounge, then I did." Lu Ken replied first, and he also motioned for the multifunctional sofa next to the big bed.

Feng Yixun slightly raised his eyebrows for the phrase "ordinary", as if waiting for Lu Ken to continue.

Luken just laughed: "But if you're talking about 'rest' with other qualities, no, it's not enough for a movie from the time you started sleeping, so don't underestimate yourself."

Feng Yixun may or may not have thought too much when he tried every means to hint that Lu Ken would stay.

But this doesn't affect the meeting. After hearing Lu Ken's answer, he just raised his hand, and using the shirt he just changed as a soft weapon, he threw it at Lu Ken with a "snap".

The author has something to say:

The meaning of Luken's words is: If you want to do something else, the time for a movie is not long enough, don't underestimate yourself, we are not so fast

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Sorry for disappearing for a few days, finally adjusted my mentality and came back to code.

The author’s coordinates are in Hubei, not Wuhan, but our city is also very tightly locked down. It has been closed for almost 40 days, and the lobby of the downstairs unit is also locked. The nearest designated hospital is only 700 meters away from home, and the nearest one is the next door. The little girl in my family was quarantined at home due to a temporary fever, and the family downstairs was also quarantined at home the day before yesterday. During the closure of the city, I could hear stories of joy and sorrow in the world almost every day. I am a person whose emotions are easily affected by the environment. It seems that the accumulation of emotions has reached a breaking point, and I am too sad to write a sweet daily life.

Fortunately, I feel better today, and I still have to work hard to code.

In the world of the story, everyone is happy and has no troubles, and troubles can be quickly eliminated.

I hope everyone is staying safe and healthy.

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