Sick big boss's palm is petted and milky

"Father?" Witt raised his eyebrows excitedly: "You mean, His Majesty the Emperor? He... didn't he go on a business trip to the country of Xiaoluo this morning? I heard that he has made an appointment with the Secretary-General of the country of Xiaoluo, To pet the cat."

"Witt, you talk a lot today." Nangong Jiang's complexion became worse and worse, her frightening gaze swept the assistant's whole body, and she walked straight out of the company gate.

Witt immediately made a zipper to seal his mouth, and Pidianpidian followed.

Because he was disliked for talking too much, Witt took out his mobile phone and played it with a mechanical female voice after typing: "Dear Your Highness, where are you going now? I will take you there now..."

Nangong Jiang stopped in front of the car, raised her head, and looked thoughtfully at the window on the 17th floor of the company.

It was just around noon at that time, and the sun was slanting to the south, illuminating the glass windows of the company extremely dazzlingly, like a sharp knife made of light.

When Nangong Jiang lowered her head, her eyes were stabbed so that she had a short hallucination.

But the man didn't show it, he just put on his sunglasses and said, "I will drive the car myself, you can leave first today."

"Thank you Your Highness, Your Highness is very kind, I will show you my heart."

Witt was eager to get off work early, and after happily handing over the keys and other items to Nangong Jiang, he got into a taxi, fearing that Nangong Jiang would regret it and disappear at the speed of the car.

Witt, who was about to go to Chayan Yuese next door to Michelle Ice City to order a cup of expensive milk tea to celebrate, was happy for only 2 minutes before receiving a call from His Royal Highness.

……

"Alright Your Highness, follow Your Highness."

"I'll do it right now."

After hanging up the phone, Witt showed the expression of "a bitter daughter-in-law turned into an old witch".

Nangong Jiang asked him to find out where Su Yan was now.

However, he really forgot how to check...

In fact, he is a well-connected family, and he finally got admitted to the profession of royal assistant through the back door, because His Highness the prince is training outside all the year round, and he doesn't need to be by his side all the time, so the position of royal assistant is equivalent to a idle job.

The fact is indeed the case, Witt has been a salted fish for two full years, earning a salary that is not low for the royal family every month, and lives incomparably chic.

Whoever imagined it, Nangong Jiang came back as soon as she said it.

The assistant course I took when I was in school, I have long forgotten because of my two years of leisurely life in salted fish...

"Sure enough, if you come out to play around, you will have to pay it back sooner or later."

"Tit for tat, you are lazy, and I will pay you back bit by bit in the future."

Witt leaned back on the roof of the car and sighed, making a difficult decision.

In order to keep his job, he can no longer cook salted fish in the future.

Then I turned on the computer and signed up for the "Royal Family/President Senior Assistant Network Training Course".

However, it takes a certain amount of time to enroll in the class and review the knowledge you have learned. The most urgent thing is to find out Su Yan's whereabouts first. After thinking about it, Witt clicked on a person's QQ.

Every profession has circles, writers have writer circles, entertainers have artist circles, so their assistants also have assistant circles.

Witt quickly found a senior assistant who has been fighting on the front line all year round.

[Rookie Tete: Hello, I have a job here, I want you to help find out the exact location of a person, what price? 】

3 seconds later...

[The head of the electric mosquito swatter: Send me the basic information, different prices for different people. 】

Witt sent the file immediately. [Rookie Tete: File txt. 】

After the document was sent out, 5 minutes had passed, and the head of the electric mosquito swatter did not reply a single word.

Witt was a little anxious.

[Rookie Tete: Pick it up?There is an urgent need, the price is easy to say. 】

After another minute, the top of the input box finally changed to "The other party is typing..."

[The head of the electric mosquito swatter: 8888, no bargaining, no knife, no exchange, no single sale. 】