He likes you

A morning full of wind and rain, Fengxuan still relied on her indomitable spirit and tenacious willpower to work hard in order to continue to survive.

Director Du gradually understood that if other people don't want to do or can't do it, leave it to Fengxuan, and everything will be fine.

"Xiao Feng, you can take these documents to Mr. Qiao's office." Supervisor Du threw two documents onto Feng Xuan's desk.

Feng Xuan asked strangely: "If you want to get the documents from Mr. Qiao's office, don't you have to hand them over to the manager first?"

Director Du said: "The manager didn't come today. This document must be handed over to Mr. Qiao today. You can just take it and hand it to Aiden. Does Aiden know anyone? It's Mr. Qiao's assistant."

Meeting Qiao Mo was something Feng Xuan hated the most.But as a newcomer in the workplace, how can such a trivial matter be shirked?

After taking the documents, Feng Xuan took the elevator to the dedicated floor for Qiao Mo on the [-]th floor.

Aiden stood in front of Qiao Mo's office and pressed his phone.

Feng Xuan thought to himself, just give the documents to Aiden and leave, so that he won't run into Qiao Mo.

When he came to Aiden, he handed over the documents: "These documents are for Mr. Joe."

Aiden dialed a number by himself, without looking up at him, and pointed to the office: "Oh, just take it in and put it away. The password is xxxx." After the number was dialed, she answered the phone and walked to the garden terrace. "Hey, Chris. Let me tell you, our company is like this..."

Feng Xuan looked at the closed door of the president's office and swallowed.

He pressed four numbers on the combination lock, and the door rang.

Opening the door, Feng Xuan stuck his head in.

Qiao Mo is not in the office.

Heaving a sigh of relief, Feng Xuan planned to put down the documents and leave quickly.

Walking into the office, Feng Xuan put the two documents on Qiao Mo's clean and tidy desk, aligning them neatly with the edge of the desk.

If a document was placed out of line with the edge of the table, Qiao Mo would definitely ask who put the document.

Feng Xuan knew that he was such a difficult person to deal with since he was a child.

After completing the task, Feng Xuan was about to leave when his eyes were suddenly drawn to a tank of goldfish in the corner.

Several goldfish in the water tank are bullying a weak goldfish, and a fatter gray fish is biting its eye.

Fengxuan thought that they must be starving to eat their companions together.

Saving a fish's life is better than building a seven-level pagoda.Only by doing good deeds can you live a few more years.

The noble character flowing in his body made Fengxuan determined to save the fish's life.

He found a box of fish food on Qiao Mo's bookshelf, grabbed a handful of fish food and sprinkled it into the fish tank.

All the fish scrambled to eat the fish food, and let the bullied weak goldfish go.

"Qiao Mo, look at how many crimes you have committed. You can't feed them, and you raise them to kill each other." Feng Xuan whispered to himself.As soon as he talked about Qiao Mo's crimes, he felt that his image as a living Bodhisattva was even more glorious.I couldn't help but sprinkle some fish food in again.

The feeding was almost done, Feng Xuan took the fish food and wanted to put it back on the bookshelf.

One was emptied, and even the box with food fell to the ground, and the fish food was spilled all over the floor.

Feng Xuan quickly squatted down, grabbed the grain on the ground and put it back into the box.

Some fish food rolled into the bottom of the bookshelf. With Qiao Mo's carefulness, even a little bit of powder could be noticed by him as something wrong.Feng Xuan can't let him know that such a "tragedy" happened here.

Feng Xuan lay down on the ground, stretched out her hands, and fished out the fish and food left under the bookshelf one by one.

After cleaning up, he was about to get up, his sleeves were hooked on the shelf.

After struggling twice but not breaking free, Feng Xuan pulled hard.

stab.

The sleeve was torn a slit.

Feng Xuan frowned, stood up and looked at the torn sleeves, and when he noticed the creaking sound, the bookshelf had already fallen straight towards him.

With a loud cry, Feng Xuan quickly raised his hands and dropped the books on the shelf, causing his face to hurt.

There were messy books and documents all over the floor, and a piece of paper flew towards the fish tank.Feng Xuan took a closer look, and it was Zhang Contract who flew towards the fish tank like a butterfly.

If this contract was very important and was destroyed, Feng Xuan thought that he would be beheaded by Qiao Mo on the spot.

In order to save the contract, Feng Xuan hurriedly propped up the bookshelf, turned around and rushed towards the fish tank, grabbing the contract with one hand.

Just one centimeter off, and the contract will fall into the water to feed the goldfish.

Holding the contract, Feng Xuan loosened his nerves and exhaled, only to hear the familiar "creaking" sound in his ears again, and the unsteady bookshelf shook twice.

Ouch!

The bookshelf toppled over and smashed against the fish tank.

The fish tank made a nice shattering sound, and the water spilled all over the floor, mixed with glass.A few goldfish that had just had a full meal spewed out unexpectedly and fell to the ground, jumping repeatedly on the ground, staring at their big fish eyes for help.

Seventy-seven and eighty-eight contracts and materials fell down, sticking together with the water all over the floor.Some had signatures on them, and the signatures immediately melted away.

Holding the only saved contract in his hand, Feng Xuan opened his mouth wide, dumbfounded: I was delivered by an African chief?Am I possessed by the God of Plague?Moldy all over me?Fuck me!

Qiao Mo, why the hell are you raising fish?