Wealthy wolf dog

Ji Xiayang didn't call him "Qingqing" on purpose.

It was called that because I didn't listen to Quan Ling Ziqing's self-introduction at all.

He was hungover and fell again, his head was buzzing, and he felt dizzy and couldn't find his way.

With great difficulty, he sat up with the help of the red hair, and drove away the misty "fog" in front of his eyes. His eyes swept over the crooked sofa, the thrown wine bottles, the dirty carpet, and then...

Ling Ziqing, who was neat and clean, with fair skin that had a soft glow.

Ji Xiayang woke up with a jolt.

Damn, where does such a good-looking person come from?

The assistants my father sent were all printed out of the same mold: suits and leather shoes, serious and tense, but what he said politely were all orders conveyed, and it was annoying to ask him to do this or that.

Ling Ziqing is the youngest and best-looking one.

Ling Ziqing was also wearing a formal suit with a sullen face, but that gentle and bookish air made the heavy attire a lot smarter.It was also black, but Ling Ziqing's body turned into a gentle and elegant ink color, with a special charm.

In the dull and old shell, flowers bloomed.

Ji Xiayang felt this way, and was stunned when he saw Ling Ziqing's delicate face.

He was stunned for a moment, unable to hear what Ling Ziqing said clearly. When he came back to his senses, he only caught the word "Qing" in his self-introduction, feeling that this name matched Ling Ziqing's appearance very well.

Well, his emotional skill made the second half of Ling Ziqing's words useless.

Ling Ziqing repeated the matter of work without saying his name.

Ji Xiayang didn't bother to ask.He tugged at his crumpled clothes from sleep, scratched his hair that was crazily curled up like a bird's nest, and he was disturbed by Ling Ziqing who was approaching just as he recovered a little bit.

Afterwards, there were a lot of messy things, and the matter of asking names was completely out of the arrangement.

Ji Xiayang simply stopped asking, and called "Qingqing" and it was over.

He called it fluently, but Ling Ziqing didn't seem to find it pleasing to the ear, "Mr. Ji should call me Assistant Ling."

Ji Xiayang read it again, awkward and unfamiliar.

"What do your friends call you?"

"Ziqing."

"Then my name is Ziqing~"

Ling Ziqing had no objection this time, and listened to his words and sat in the back seat, "Well, please check your phone."

Ji Xiayang obediently took out his mobile phone, "Oh...do you want to take a photo? It's your first day at work, let's take a commemorative photo?"

He took the initiative to turn on the camera, and before he had adjusted the selfie mode, he saw a slender, white hand with well-defined bony bones covering the screen with a slap.

Ji Xiayang looked up in confusion, "What's wrong?"

Ling Ziqing withdrew his hand, and his answering voice was still gentle and polite, "Read the text message."

Ji Xiayang's gaze followed Ling Ziqing's retracted hand, and he retracted it regretfully when he couldn't see it anymore, "Oh, the Meteorological Bureau reminded that there will be heavy rainfall in our area..."

Ling Ziqing interrupted him softly, "The third one from the bottom. I sent the name and number."

What a clear number!

Ji Xiayang regained his energy and quickly checked, "I'll save it right away! Wow, 'Qing' is really the word I thought of, it matches your surname very well, and it sounds nice too..."

He talks a lot, and he is a talkative talker who thinks about what to say.

Friends usually huh, huh, ah, perfunctory him, and then give him a glass of wine to ask him to calm down for a while.

Ling Ziqing was different, he had no wine on hand, so he used a simple and effective trick.

"Did you add me on WeChat?" Ji Xiayang stopped talking when he saw the friend application, and cut to add.

After adding it, he continued to push, "Why do you use a landscape picture as your profile picture? Don't you have a selfie? Hey, what did you post?"

Another new message popped up, hooking him to click on it.

Ji Xiayang opened it with great interest, and was discouraged when he saw the content clearly, "Precautions for the morning meeting? A lot of words."

Ling Ziqing thoughtfully suggested, "It's okay if you don't look at it, let me tell you slowly?"

Ji Xiayang pouted, "Forget it, I'm not interested. I only slept for three hours last night, and I was so sleepy that I was about to pass out... No, I have to ask for sick leave."

When he got up to wash up, he was bewitched by Ling Ziqing.

Seeing that Ling Ziqing was neat and tidy, he felt ashamed that he was messed up, so he gave up sleeping, taking a bath and changing clothes before he knew it.

He was also fooled by Ling Ziqing when he got into this car.Ling Ziqing helped him pick out clothes and iron them, and take care of everything when he went out. Seeing such a good-looking person caring for him, he couldn't bear to refuse.

When he came back to his senses, he realized that he was on a thief ship leading to the company.

Beauty tricks are terrible!

Ji Xiayang quit and wanted to escape from this thief ship heading for the company.No matter how good a beauty is, it can't compare to eating, drinking, having fun and enjoying life without meetings!

When Ling Ziqing heard the word sick leave, he frowned and raised his beautiful hand, "Let me see?"

Ji Xiayang looked at Ling Ziqing's gentle eyebrows and eyes for a moment, and let Ling Ziqing stroke his forehead obediently.

He felt a slightly cool touch, and was comforted by a caring and pleasant voice when he felt uncomfortable, "It's a little hot. Are you dizzy?"

Ji Xiayang immediately pressed his nose on his face, "Dizzy! Very dizzy!"

Ling Ziqing smiled lightly, and said the most cruel words in the most gentle sentence, "Let's go to the hospital and have some blood drawn?"

Ji Xiayang was dumbfounded, "Huh?"

Ling Ziqing added, "Don't be afraid, I only smoke four tubes."

Ji Xiayang watched Ling Ziqing compare the size of the blood collection tube, and trembled, "No! I want to go home and rest!"

Ling Ziqing was quite able to think about it, "No, you have taken sick leave three times this month, and you are sick 10 out of 7 days. You must have a comprehensive checkup."

Ji Xiayang was most afraid of injections, so he was impatient, "I won't go, what can you do!"

Ling Ziqing froze for a moment, lowered his eyes and sighed, "I'm worried."

Ji Xiayang originally planned to argue to the end, but when he saw Ling Ziqing's downcast eyes, he softened his tone, "Uh, actually I... I'm fine..."

Ling Ziqing raised his eyes and smiled.

"Then let's talk about the meeting."

"..."

Ji Xiayang was dumbfounded.

How could he be confused again? !

In the car, Ling Ziqing told Ji Xiayang the general content of the meeting, "...After Director Ji's speech, the management of the branch company will make reports one by one, and after finishing the reports, we will discuss the situation of the new project together."

Ji Xiayang looked out of the window, and drew a grievance expression with drooping mouth corners on the foggy window.

Ling Ziqing didn't expect Ji Xiayang to listen, "What you have to do is very simple, attend the meeting, don't play with your phone and don't sleep."

Ji Xiayang turned his head and asked unhappily, "Then what else can I do?"

"Listen to them and applaud at the right time"

"It's like chanting, don't listen."

"If you can't listen, you can be in a daze."

"Going to sleep."

"I'll remind you."

"How to remind?"

"Touch your hands, or..."

"Slap legs?!"

Ji Xiayang suddenly regained his energy, and moved his position as if asking him to try to take a picture right away.

Ling Ziqing was not interested in patting other people's thighs, so he ignored Ji Xiayang's earnest eyes and continued to talk about business, "What did I just say?"

Ji Xiayang repeated obediently, "Don't sleep, pay attention to the reminder, and applaud accordingly."

Ling Ziqing nodded, "Yes."

Ji Xiayang moved his position to get closer to him, stretched out his head as if waiting for a pat, "I'll be obedient!"

"..." Ling Ziqing paused for a moment, then raised a smile and praised him, "Well, that's amazing."

Ji Xiayang was satisfied.

Ling Ziqing could finally say the next thing, "If Director Ji asks you a question..."

Ji Xiayang suddenly didn't want to listen to what he said, and turned his head to look out the window.The sitting posture was restless, he moved his hands and shook his legs, and the corners of his lips that were drawn up by a smile just drooped down.

Ling Ziqing saw the irritability, and also heard a small murmur.

Ji Xiayang whispered, "He's afraid of losing face, so he won't ask."

Ling Ziqing was surprised and stopped talking.

Since meeting, it was the first time he saw Ji Xiayang's disappointed expression.

Ji Xiayang found that he had lost his voice, turned around, and there was another refreshing and cheerful smile on his face, "Are you finished?"

Ling Ziqing stared at Ji Xiayang's smiling face for a moment, then changed the subject, "What do you want for breakfast?"

Ji Xiayang smiled brighter, "A lot! The fried chicken I ate last night was too greasy, so let me have some white porridge to neutralize it. It's boring to eat only white porridge, so I need to add steamed buns and fried dough sticks. Speaking of steamed stuffed buns, the one I ate last time ..."

Chatter mode is on again.

Ling Ziqing had no choice but to find key words in a bunch of irrelevant words, and wrote down what Ji Xiayang wanted to eat.

They talked about breakfast, and the car arrived at the company.

Ling Ziqing and Ji Xiayang got out of the car and happened to bump into Manager Zheng from the Propaganda Department.

"Morning Mr. Ji." Manager Zheng ran over to flatter me, "I changed my style today, it's very refreshing and generous."

Ji Xiayang is not boastful, with his tail raised to the sky, "That's right! I have a good temperament, and I look good in anything I wear."

Ling Ziqing followed behind with no expression on his face, without thoughts or thoughts.

Being an assistant is like this, being a green leaf, working silently is over.

"This set is matched by Ziqing." Ji Xiayang suddenly turned around and pushed Ling Ziqing forward.

Manager Zheng smiled and nodded at Ling Ziqing just now, but that was all.The assistants around Ji Xiayang have changed so many, they can't remember clearly, and they don't feel the need to bother to pay attention.

This time, Ji Xiayang went out of his way to praise the assistant around him.

Manager Zheng understood that Ling Ziqing's status was extraordinary, so he quickly praised, "I see! Mr. Ji has such a capable assistant, it's really a good idea."

Then I met more people.Everyone called Mr. Ji very enthusiastically, and talked about "changing styles". Ji Xiayang was praised tirelessly, and then dragged Ling Ziqing to be praised together.

Ling Ziqing didn't like these hypocritical compliments, so he smiled out of politeness.

After laughing for a long time, his face turned sour and he was very depressed.

Depressed, he found that Ji Xiayang never tires of hearing compliments, so he secretly wrote them down, and later teased him, "Travel lightly? What do you mean by that?" "This is the third person who praised me for being generous." !"

Also with statistics and counting.

Ling Ziqing was speechless for a moment, and thought of a trick.

He arrived at the office, prepared breakfast for Ji Xiayang and sent a document, "This is the personnel information of the branch."

Ji Xiayang only glanced at it, lacking interest, "Oh."

Ling Ziqing turned to the third page, "This is the person who praised you for being generous in changing your style, remember?"

Ji Xiayang still remembered this, "Well, praise me for my good vision."

Ling Ziqing went on to introduce, "That's Manager Zheng from the Propaganda Department, who is mainly in charge of product promotion. When he praised you, he used the word light business, which is the main feature of this new product..."

Ji Xiayang won't just eat the buns this time, and nodded to show that he listened.

Ling Ziqing breathed a sigh of relief.

He never thought about coping with this meeting, he had long-term considerations.

Ji Xiayang had just listened to so many things he liked to hear, and his impression must be deeper than the boring work content.You can start with this matter, let Ji Xiayang understand the company's personnel and what they do.

Ji Xiayang really listened a little bit, "Then can I be the spokesperson?"

Ling Ziqing smiled, "You are too expensive and will increase the cost of the product."

"Ah?" Ji Xiayang had never heard of such a compliment, "What do you mean?"

Ling Ziqing was able to continue talking about the company's cost issue, not to mention the depth, but to leave an impression on Ji Xiayang.

Ji Xiayang listened to him with enough face, and could answer him whenever he asked a question.

Ling Ziqing felt that there was some hope in the future of "assisting the prince", and there was a glimmer of light.

This feeling did not last for a few minutes.

Suddenly, another assistant, Xiao Zheng, came over and reported that "Dong Ji will arrive in 10 minutes."Ji Xiayang turned on the temper tantrum mode again, ate the big soup dumpling in two bites, grinning so hot that he almost stained his shirt.

The small light on the road ahead was completely extinguished.

Ling Ziqing sighed and helped Ji Xiayang clean up the mess.

10 minutes was enough for them to pack up and go downstairs. Ji Xiayang stayed at the front of the welcome line without a smile on his face.

Fortunately, Mr. Ji was not too demanding. When he got out of the car, he saw his son's eyes widened in surprise. After looking a little more, he found that his son was dressed decently, so he smiled in relief.

Ling Ziqing breathed a sigh of relief.

The first pass is over.

The second hurdle is the meeting.Ling Ziqing kept an eye on Ji Xiayang who was beside him all the time, and reminded him if he felt the tendency to bow his head.

Ji Xiayang obediently let him poke at first, but then responded.

Once, when he looked over, he happened to meet Shang Ji Xiayang's slightly curved eyes with a smile.

Once, when he stretched out his hand to remind him, Ji Xiayang, who was aware of it in advance, grabbed his hand.

one more time...

Ji Xiayang scribbled on the meeting documents, "I look good~"

The corner of Ling Ziqing's mouth twitched, and he squeezed the pen in his hand so as not to stare back.

He comforted himself: calm down, the details are not important, the important thing is that Ji Xiayang was awake to attend the meeting.

Ji Xiayang was indeed awake, and wrote several more sentences on the paper:

"answer me."

"why do you ignore me?"

"It's okay not to answer, just smile."

Just when they were applauding, Ling Ziqing laughed and looked at Ji Xiayang while applauding.

Satisfied, Ji Xiayang finally stopped for a while.

Ji Xiayang performed well when others were speaking, but collapsed at the end.

The end is the summary of Mr. Ji's speech. His voice is deep, serious and imposing, exactly the same as his speech at home.

Ji Xiayang has listened to Lao Tzu's nagging too much, and already has the conditioned reflex to feel sleepy.

Ling Ziqing noticed that Ji Xiayang's eyes were about to close, so he poked him.

Ji Xiayang didn't respond.

Ling Ziqing stepped up his strength and kicked directly.

Ji Xiayang still didn't respond.

Seeing that Ji Xiayang was about to fall asleep, Ling Ziqing quickly patted his shoulder.

Ji Xiayang tilted his head and leaned against his hand. After adjusting the position for a long time, he found it uncomfortable. He simply grabbed his wrist and hugged him... hugged his arm, pillowed it on his shoulder, shrank his body as a pendant, and let out a satisfied sound hum.

The voice was not loud, but it attracted the suspicious eyes of the general manager Yu Wenlin next to him.

Mr. Ji also noticed it, and he paused, "Next year...uh, next year's goal is to watch the big screen..."

The opportunity is coming!

Ling Ziqing pushed Ji Xiayang away while everyone was focusing on the big screen.

Unprepared, Ji Xiayang bumped into the back of the chair, woke up, and wiped his face with his hands.

The conference room was very large, and few of them noticed Ji Xiayang's embarrassment of falling asleep.

Ling Ziqing still felt something was wrong.

Sure enough, after the meeting was over, when he was slowly cleaning up with Ji Xiayang, he saw Mr. Ji walking over.

Ji Xiayang stretched out his hand to protect Ling Ziqing's front, but his voice trembled, "Don't, don't be afraid."

Ling Ziqing: "..."

Are you telling him, or telling yourself?

Mr. Ji had already walked in front of them, and said seriously, "Come here, I have something to say."