Sweet Chief Secretary

The picture was so beautiful that Xia Yu was a bit stunned. om

"Sister, what's wrong?"

Shen Qiang looked up and smiled at Xia Yu.

"Nothing, just curiosity, how could you talk to Yan Shao instead of Mo Shao."

"Big brother disgusted." Shen Qiang smiled, showing his beautiful teeth.

"I can't see it." Just because of his nickname, if you really want to talk to Shen Mo, what can you do?

Shen Qiang looked up at Xia Yu, and he laughed twice: "Sister, can you see that? Personally, you can learn a lot more with your second brother than with your older brother."

Shen Molei was very popular, and always said that he must be absolutely obedient.

But Shen Yan is different. He only assigns tasks. He doesn't care what people do, as long as you can give him the result he wants.

There is indeed a lot of room for self-worth with him.

Xia Yu laughed: "You've slipped your head, and want to take it to the next level?"

Hey two times: "How can I have it, this is the second brother shouting wildly." Gaze stayed on Xia Yu's face for a moment.

It's really pretty. Bright eyes and bright teeth don't apply pink daisies, it feels beautiful and beautiful.

"Sister, why are you taking off?"

"Mo Shao didn't want a female secretary, she was fired."

Brother is really, even if you do not need a female secretary, don't let her talk to her brother.

The two of them cooperated, I'm afraid that the elder brother will have a hard time. om

Squinting for a moment, he smiled and said, "Sister, let's have a bar."

"Do you want to drink?"

"Well, I want to drink!"

Xia Yu's voice was soft, and Shen Qiang felt that he was a little drunk before he drank, only to blame the dim light of the night, such an atmosphere that he couldn't help feeling a little dazzling.

"Then drink less, don't get drunk and scold your mother."

Am I adult?

Xia Yu's tone was like an adult teaching a child, which made Shen Qiang very discouraged.

"Sister, I'm twenty-one years old." Shen Qiang poked his lips, with a bit of dissatisfaction and a bit of grievance.

"You are still a student, drink less." Xia Yu smiled and poured half a cup for him. "Besides, I still have a wound on my body."

"Okay, just a little bit." Shen Qiang looked at Xia Yu and laughed suddenly: "Sister, have you noticed that my second brother really cares about you."

There are a lot of women around Shen Yan. He shot generously in front of the women, but to say who he cares about, Shen Qiang has never seen him.

As soon as Xia Yu put a shrimp in his mouth, Shen Qiang said something like this, and she almost choked the shrimp.

"You say he cares for me? I don't even pay for the day off because of his injury. What kind of concern does this have?" Xia Yu was drunk too.

Shen Qiang also laughed: "It's not that no one has settled Zeng Mina. You haven't seen Zeng Mina's appearance. Net om"

"This is the second brother's self-injustice, but ..." Xia Yu shook his head and did not finish.

"But what sister?" Xia Yu seemed to have something to say, and Shen Qiang wanted to hear what it was.

"How does Fang Yuan also be your brother's real girlfriend and is taking off? Why did she make Zeng Mina soar?"

"This is indeed a problem and worth studying. Sister, I also have a problem. If Zeng Mina did not compromise today, would you really call my brother?"

"Of course. The contract is clearly written. The model must obey the arrangement. Zeng Mina is a grand contracted model. Whom do I look for without asking Mo Shao?"

Understood, no wonder Zeng Mina obediently obedient.

Shen Qiang looked up at Xia Yu. Suddenly there was an idea. If Xia Yu was the elder brother's girlfriend, would he still dare to walk with Zeng Mina in the rain, carrying a female star and swaying across the street?

"What do you want?" Seeing Shen Qiang's cyanosis, Xia Yu shook his hand in front of him.

"No, nothing ..."

"Wine is here!" Xia Yu pointed to the wine on the table.

"Don't you come?" After Shen Qiang poured a glass for himself, he shook the bottle to ask Xia Yu's opinions.

"Half a cup." Xia Yu pushed the cup in front of him.

The meal was generally pleasant, and the drink was enjoyable, but not drunk.

When they came out a little late, Shen Qiang knew that Xia Yu lived in a remote place, and just wanted to talk about sending her back, but heard someone talking next to the greenery, accompanied by a few vomiting sounds.

Looking along the voice, a waiter in work clothes held Fangyuan who was vomiting with both hands.

"Sister, you vomited so badly, should you go to the hospital?"

The waiter was frightened and wanted to call her a car to the hospital and was seeking her opinion.

"It's okay!" Fang Yuan was dragged by the waiter to stand still, took a sip of water and spit it out: "Old problem, I can't die."

"That can't be so vomiting all the time, you see your face is pale."

"It's okay, you can get busy." Fang Yuan survived unconsciously, struggling to stand upright, and ended up sulking.

"She is our colleague, leave it to us." Xia Yu and Shen Qiang supported her left and right.

I thought she was leaving first, but I didn't expect to be drunk like this.

"It's you!" Fang Yuan smiled at them, but before he laughed, a new round of vomiting started again.

Before Xia Yu didn't appear in the private room, she felt that there was not much difference between Xia Yu and her education, and her family background was similar.

The only difference is that she is a few years younger than herself and is also beautiful.

Shen Yan asked Xia Yu to take charge of the election, and Fang Yuan didn't think much.

She felt that he did this on the one hand to want to win over her and break with Mo Shao thoroughly, and on the other hand to see her ability to work.

But now she feels that the difference between her and Xia Yu is so obvious. If she didn't support her, would she dare to attack Zeng Mina and threaten Luo Jiancheng?

She couldn't ignore it all.

"Sister Fang Yuan, I'll take you to the hospital for gastric lavage." Fang Yuan's vomit made Shen Qiang's heart beat.

Fang Yuan shook his hands and couldn't keep going.

The waiter saw that they really knew each other, smiled aside, and said that I went in and got busy and formally put people into their hands.

How much annoying a person can drink like this.

"Do you know if you drink too much wine and hurt your stomach?" Xia Yu sighed in her heart. These so-called white-collar workers of the company looked endless to outsiders.

Sit in a luxuriously decorated office and enjoy the cool, one-of-a-kind brand.

But who knows the pressure on them?

They are fighting for their youth and health. For example, the average age of colleagues in their office is in their early thirties, but the stomach disease rate is as high as 80 or more.

"Drinking is better, no one cares anyway." Fang Yuan wanted to laugh, and even to cry.

As a result, she couldn't do anything, she just vomited, and almost did not vomit bile.

The tone is very directive, which is not something they can solve.

A glance at Shen Qiang, a moment of silence.

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