Dressed as a cannon fodder for a harmonious essay, I have few desires [Quick Transmigration]

In the most famous CBD area of ​​H City, the Yanshi Building on the 89th floor stands very eye-catching in the middle.

The young man in suits and leather shoes walked in a hurry, and the assistant who came to pick him up swayed in front of him on high heels.

The two clocked in and went through the turnstile. While waiting for the elevator, the young man raised his hand to look at his watch a little uneasy. The assistant who was using the elevator door as a mirror to fix his lipstick saw it, and turned his head to give him a lip-smacking smile with winking eyes.

"Don't worry, Mr. Yan is easy to talk to."

"Especially for beauties, they are extra tolerant."

After screwing on the lipstick, the assistant led the young man into the open elevator and raised his hand to press the 88th floor.

President's Office on the 88rd floor.

There are panoramic floor-to-ceiling windows on the whole floor, tall buildings towering outside the window and traffic is constantly flowing, but the interior is silent.

At 08:30 in the morning, the sun shines through the open window and falls on the person sitting on the sofa swivel chair behind the desk.

The man had a gentle and handsome face, his eyes were lightly closed at this moment, his hands rested on the armrest to support his head, and his long eyebrows were slightly frowned.

His eyelashes trembled slightly, and Yan Sui pinched his aching forehead.

Obviously just closing his eyes, he arrived in a completely strange place, and his mind was blank, without any memory of the past.

My mind was overwhelmed, and I felt dizzy.

Although he couldn't remember it, Yan Sui had an intuition that he seemed to have forgotten something very important.

With a sigh of relief, the person on the sofa chair slowly leaned back and sat on the back of the chair.

In addition to the strange environment, what made him even more incomprehensible was that there was something in his mind that claimed to be a harmonious system that was chirping.

This place is not Yan Sui's original world, but in order to return to the original place, he must bind this harmonious system to complete a series of tasks.

Traveling to various flower market literature to correct the bad atmosphere?

System: Yes, both men and women must be neatly dressed from the neck down. It is best to weld the clothes to the characters.

Yan Sui: ...

"alright."

Anyway, there is no better choice now. After thinking for a while, Yan Sui nodded and agreed to the transaction of this unknown system.

Once it comes, it will be at ease, Yan Sui relaxes his brain and begins to receive the character information sent by the system.

"boom!"

"Well……"

Yan Sui was taken aback by the sudden sound of a heavy object falling to the ground in the quiet office. When he opened his eyes, he met another pair of hazy eyes.

Maybe it was because he was too involved in communicating with the system just now, Yan Sui didn't realize when a person came in, and this person didn't know what happened, but he fell flat on such a flat, thickly carpeted floor.

"Are you OK?"

The man knelt on the ground for a long time without getting up, with his head lowered and his hands groping on the carpet in front of him.

Yan Sui frowned, and moved closer to see what was going on with this man.

At this moment, the person kneeling on the ground leaned forward, his waist line slumped, showing a narrow waist and broad shoulders, his front body slightly leaned on the ground, his suit pants were tight and his hips were tight.

The front of this man's shirt was completely soaked for some reason, and water was dripping down at this moment.

The cloth soaked in water was tightly attached to the front chest, outlining the looming chest muscle lines.

And in the middle of the two muscles, a work permit was hung on a light blue rope around the neck. With excellent eyesight, Yan Sui saw two large black characters:

Secretary.

System: Didi Didi!Focus on monitoring objects! !

Yan Sui was frightened by the siren sound that suddenly came to mind, his legs under the desk trembled, and they slammed on the corner of the desk.

"Well!"

Yan Sui couldn't help but gasped. The person who was kneeling on the carpet also heard the sound, put his hands on the edge of the desk and looked up and squinted his eyes.

"President Yan, this is today's..."

There was a signal knock on the door of the office, and it was quickly pushed open. The assistant with a deep v-neck and black shoes stood at the door. His originally charming smiling face fell silent when he saw the scene inside.

In front of Yan Sui's desk, the secretary of the new college student in the morning was facing her with his back, kneeling on the ground and supporting the edge of the desk with his hands, and there was water stains on the ground in front of him.

The president, who is usually gentle and smiling, is sitting on the chair and frowning, covering the position blocked by the desk with a look of impatience.

Good figure, not very good life.

The assistant raised the corner of her red lips, winked at the inexplicable Yan Sui, then kept a standard work smile and backed out.

"Sorry to bother you, I'll come back later."

Close the door intimately, and hang a do not disturb sign on the door.

The assistant brushed back her long, wavy hair, tucked her v-neck, curled her lips and stepped on her high-heeled shoes as she left, and couldn't help but roll her eyes and thought to herself.

I didn't expect the new arrival to move so fast.

Dog man, today's attire was for nothing.

In the office, Yan Sui stood up with trembling legs amidst the system's constant warning of harmony value, and walked around the desk to the secretary who hadn't stood up yet.

After moving a few steps, he found shiny gold-rimmed glasses at his feet.

"Are you looking for this?"

Yan Sui squatted down, picked up the glasses on the ground and handed them over.

"Yes, thank you Mr. Yan."

Xiao Zhongyan saw the metal reflection in the outstretched hand, and he squinted his eyes slightly to pick it up, but he could only vaguely see the position of Yan Sui's hand, and he went down and grabbed Yan Sui's wrist holding the glasses.

Yan Sui: ...

Feeling the smooth skin in his hand, Xiao Zhongyan froze for a moment, subconsciously rubbed it with his thumb, and then let go immediately.

Yan Sui didn't think there was anything wrong, but felt helpless about the man's eyesight, so he had no choice but to put the glasses into the man's hand.

"Are you the new administrative secretary?"

Yan Sui withdrew his hand, avoiding those two muscles and focused his gaze on the name on his badge.

"Secretary Xiao, cough, Secretary Xiao."

This is what the system said just now, in Harmony Literature, um, the total subject?

Yan Sui glanced at Xiao Zhongyan's face, then thought of the good figure he saw just now, touched his chin and stood up thoughtfully.

Is Zuo Shou so cumbersome now?

"Yes, Mr. Xiao."

After putting on his glasses, Xiao Zhongyan was finally able to see things clearly. He picked up the cup that had fallen to the side, patted his pants, stood up and apologized to Yan Sui.

"Sorry, I wanted to deliver water to Mr. Yan just now, but I accidentally tripped over it. The cost of this carpet can be deducted from my salary."

Xiao Zhongyan pushed down his glasses on the bridge of his nose, he didn't expect that something went wrong on his first day at work.

"It's okay, I'll let someone clean it up later."

"It's more convenient to wear contact lenses when going to work in the future."

Yan Sui waved his hands with a smile, looked at Xiao Zhongyan's glasses and said.

Although it is still unclear how someone can stumble on the carpet, it does not prevent him from being a good boss who tolerates his subordinates.

"I'm sorry Mr. Yan, it's my fault, I'll remember it later."

Xiao Zhongyan's sharp eyebrows and eyes are a little sentimental, and the depraved Mi Yan is the type that makes people unconsciously addicted to aesthetics.

At this time, he looked at Yan Sui seriously and bowed his head to admit his mistake, his voice was low and soft, and he felt like the flower of Gaoling was overwhelmed.

People can't help but have a sense of conquest and abusive desire, and want to humiliate the person in front of him even more and see him show more forbearance.

Yan Sui was startled by his sudden thoughts, pinched his palms to recover his consciousness, and secretly sighed that it was indeed the blessing of Mr. Haitang Wen's charm, even he was charmed for a moment .

No, no, no, lard!

Yan Sui looked far away at the tall building outside the window, clearing his dirty thoughts just now.

Xiao Zhongyan noticed the covert glance of the president, and stood there holding a cup and pursing his lips.

He had managed to get the job and hadn't saved enough money to just walk away.

Thinking of the man's gaze just now, Xiao Zhongyan tightened his fingers, and his heart sank.

Yan Sui came back to his senses, and saw that Xiao Zhongyan's shirt was still wet and stuck tightly to his chest. He did not forget his own job, looked around the office, and noticed a small door on the wall.

"follow me."

According to the memory of the original character transmitted to him by the system, Yan Sui led Xiao Zhongyan to open the small door. Behind the door was the CEO's private lounge, which contained a bedroom, a shower room and a dressing room.

In the past, Yan Sui felt that taking his subordinates to change clothes would be a convenience.And still gay.

But now, he carefully glanced at the expressionless male secretary, hesitated for a moment, and closed the door.

If someone saw the new beautiful secretary entering the CEO's private lounge early in the morning, it might be rumored in this world.

Yan Sui closed the door and led the people inside, but he didn't notice his new secretary's stiff body movements.

Coming to the bedroom, pushing open the wardrobe door, Yan Sui tried to find clothes that Xiao Zhongyan could wear from inside.

The assistant usually packs the things here, and he can't remember the exact location.

Of course, when a new secretary is appointed, Xiao Zhongyan will be in charge here from now on.

After rummaging for a while, Yan Sui found a folded black shirt, which seemed a bit big in memory, and had been left unused in the president's closet.

He beckoned someone to come over and signaled the cold-faced secretary to go to the bathroom to change.

"After all, in the company, the clothes are disheveled and don't look good. Hurry up and get ready for work."

In order not to make people feel psychological pressure, Yan Sui deliberately put down his tone, patted Xiao Zhongyan on the shoulder, stretched his eyebrows and said with a smile.

Mr. Yan is very nice, and he is especially tolerant towards beauties.

The assistant's words in the morning suddenly flashed in his mind, and that meaningful smile, Xiao Zhongyan finally reacted now.

He looked at the person with a gentle smile in front of him, his eyes flicked over his shoulder to the kingsize bed not far away, his lips were tightly drawn into a line, and his face became colder.

It's rare to have a refined appearance, a clean and gentle temperament, and the result is still the same as those people with fat brains.

The fist placed beside him was clenched and then slowly loosened, his eyes darkened, and finally Xiao Zhongyan nodded.

After all, this is his best chance.

Seeing people nodding, Yan Sui smiled more tenderly, and nodded accordingly.

In order to leave room for people to tidy up, he exited the dressing room, walked out of the bedroom, and looked at the files on the desktop just now.

Tasks are to be done and documents are to be viewed.

Some people appear to be successful CEOs, but behind their backs they are just lowly social animals with two jobs.

Yan Sui sighed softly, and after carefully reading a document, he signed his name in the lower right corner.

"Boss Banquet."

"Ok?"

After Yan Sui finished reading a document, Xiao Zhongyan opened the small door of the lounge, stood at the door and called out Yan Sui in a low voice.

Hearing his voice, the person approving the documents with frowning eyes, sensitively sensed that something was wrong, and looked up suspiciously.

After another few seconds of silence, Yan Sui's unbelievable voice sounded.

"What are you wearing!?"

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The name is tentatively named "The Rose and the Vicious Dog" (well, I named it waste, let me say first...)

In the circle of young masters in City S, everyone knew that Duan Yan was a dog that Qiu Jingmiao kept by his side.

When I was young, I got into fights and skipped classes. As long as Qiu Jingmiao gave an order, Duan Yan would be able to show his desperate ruthlessness.

Seven years old

Qiu Jingmiao, who was sitting on the edge of the bed and breathing heavily, shook her bare little feet, her tone was domineering, but she looked milky because she had just woken up.

"You help me dress."

"it is good."

Duan Yan, who came in after the butler, knelt down on one knee and held Qiu Jingmiao's fidgeting foot.

19 years old

Qiu Jingmiao, who just came back from playing all night, fell asleep, holding on to the last sliver of clarity and pulling the sleeves of the person next to him, muttering instructions.

"Ask for leave for me."

"……it is good."

Duan Yan, who was worried that he hadn't slept all night, suppressed the thought of asking, looked at the tired face, and gently pulled the quilt over with a sullen face.

24 years old

Qiu Jingmiao looked at Duan Yan, who was pouring wine in front of him, and turned a blind eye to him for the first time. He took a step forward and took the household registration book by his hand, and kissed Duan Yan's chin.

"Marry me, don't regret it."

"it is good!"

Duan Yan hugged the person in his arms tightly, amidst the booing and cheering around him, he took out his mobile phone and sent a text message to his subordinates.

"The operation is cancelled, and the wedding arrangements continue."

Qiu Jingmiao is a rose raised by the Qiu family with countless painstaking efforts and money. He is calm, intelligent, lazy and charming. Although he has a bit of understandable spoiled temper, everyone is willing to spoil him.

And Duan Yan is just a poor orphan. On a rainy night when he was six years old, he desperately escaped from the fists of his adoptive father. Facing this huge world, a pair of shiny leather shoes appeared in front of him.

"I want to raise him."

Innocent and pure, as if he was just acting like a baby and wanted to adopt a stray dog.

After that night, Duan Yan was like the most loyal dog, firmly guarding the position behind Qiu Jingmiao, baring his fangs at all those who tried to pick off the roses.

The surface is gentle and rational, but in reality the spoiled young lady has a temper * The surface is cold and abstinent, but the reality is possessive