He likes you

Feng Xuan packed up her things and went to the twelfth floor to take over Aiden's work.Like going to the execution ground.

The office of the president's assistant is at the door of Qiao Mo's special office.

The real "at the feet of the Son of Heaven".

Of course, it is impossible for Qiao Mo to have only one assistant, but the other assistants only need to handle the internal and external affairs of the company in their own offices, and report on the work situation regularly. Only Aiden needs to directly serve Qiao Mo.

Aiden handed several bunches of keys to Fengxuan, and helped him record his fingerprints for entering and exiting the [-]th floor, and said, "The assistant's job duty is to assist Mr. Qiao in his work, providing ideas, making suggestions, executing his work orders, and coordinating the work of the top and bottom. The relationship between superiors and assistant management. I have written all the things you need to do on the desk for you, just follow the instructions on the desk. For more professional things, there are two other assistants. You should It won’t be involved, call me if you don’t understand something. It’s not urgent and you don’t know anything, you can wait until I come back.” After explaining everything, Aiden hurriedly put on his satchel, “Catch the plane, I'll leave first, and I'll leave it to you for these two months."

Come to the desk and read the notes left by Aiden.Feng Xuan understood that his job change was from an ordinary handyman to a high-level handyman.

The eunuchs around the ancient emperors were always the most difficult to be human.

As a senior handyman, his life will not be easy in the future.

Aiden keeps the desk clean and tidy, but he also puts some little things that girls like, and there are two or three romance novels in the drawer under the "Administration Manual".

Feng Xuan turned two pages of those romance novels, and said, "Qiao Mo, the ultimate dream of a woman. It's a pity that my life can't be "The President's Assistant Sweetheart". Prada's The Devil."

The elevator dinged, and Qiao Mo appeared.Feng Xuan hurriedly put the novel back to its original place, closed the drawer, and stood still.

Qiao Mo walked over, picked up Fengxuan's mobile phone, and saved a series of numbers.Handed the phone back to him: "Save my phone number and turn on the phone 24 hours a day. Don't let me not find you." After finishing speaking, he returned to his office and started working.

Fengxuan looked at the string of newly stored mobile phone numbers, and there was another sentence in his heart: not only to do odd jobs, but also to be a 24-hour attendant.

The dream that Fengxuan didn't realize in him all those years ago, made him realize it in reverse.

Fengxuan wanted to ask: Boss, do you want a salary increase?

In the past morning alone, Feng Xuan admired Aiden's work perseverance.

Sitting here alone, typing on the keyboard all day, with the boss's office behind me, I dare not be lazy.There were no other colleagues, no other voices.It's just these few hours, Feng Xuan has been so bored that she is about to suffer from mental illness.He was very curious, how did Aiden spend these years with these few novels in his spare time?

In the afternoon, Feng Xuan temporarily finished the important things at hand, propped his head on his hands, and almost dozed off.

Qiao Mo suddenly heard: "Is this your work attitude?"

Feng Xuan suddenly woke up, subconsciously wanting to stand up immediately.

Looking around, he didn't see Qiao Mo around, only the door of Qiao Mo's office was open.

Feng Xuan quietly looked in.

Sisi, who handles the company's external affairs, stood in front of Qiao Mo's desk, bowed her head tightly, as if she had made a big mistake.

"This page is printed in a mess, and no newcomer will make such a mistake." Qiao Mo's tone was cold and his expression was serious.

Sisi didn't dare to speak, just nodded for a while, and when he finished speaking, he said in a very soft voice: "Yes, I see, I will go back and print another copy. I will pay attention to it later."

Sisi walked out of Qiao Mo's office and walked back to her post in a dejected manner.Fengxuan looked at her back feeling a little heavy and depressed.

Looks like she's going to have another bad day today.

Feng Xuan patted her face with both hands, making herself more awake.

He glanced at Qiao Mo's office again. Qiao Mo was looking down at the documents.Recalling the serious expression on his face just now, Feng Xuan shuddered twice.

Qiao Mo can teach people.

so fierce.

very scary.

very scary.

What Aiden asked him to take over was not a job, but a bowl of water that was nearly full to the brim, and he had to be responsible for serving this bowl of water, a drop could be at stake.

He gasped for a moment because he almost dozed off just now, Feng Xuan hurriedly found something for himself to do.

Feng Xuan was not used to the old He Xu who hadn't come to the park entrance to look for the ice cream truck for several days.

It's just a matter of talking about the troubles that have accumulated over the past few days, and hearing what bad ideas Lao He can come up with, just for fun.

Feng Xuan came to the ice cream truck, saw no one, and yelled twice: "Old He! Old He!"

A young man wearing a baseball cap came out from under the sales counter, smiling brightly: "Hello, what flavor of ice cream do you want?"

Feng Xuan was slightly taken aback, and asked, "Where's Lao He? He quit? Is the ice cream not delicious?"

On the young man's fair face, there was a pair of smiling eyes: "No. My grandma is not feeling well, and my father went back to his hometown to see her. I am his son, Xiao He, and my name is He Yao."

Feng Xuan said "Oh", and said, "Here's a strawberry flavored one." Taking a step back, he looked at He Yao's face carefully, "You must look more like your mother."

He Yao picked up the ice cream bowl, scooped two scoops of strawberry flavored ice cream, and asked in surprise, "How do you know? Everyone says I look like my mother."

"Guess." Feng Xuan whispered, "Lao He's son is so handsome."

The ice cream was ready, He Yao handed it to Fengxuan.

Feng Xuan took the ice cream, and habitually began to sigh and look at the sky.

He Yao asked: "Brother, is there anything bothering you?"

Feng Xuan closed her eyes, rubbed the Qingming acupoint that needed to be squeezed in the second session of elementary school eye exercises: "I still have to tell you about the past."