Although the expressions on the faces of the secretary and the higher-ups behind him did not change, their eyes were focused on Wang Yuxin's slender hand held by Yi Qianmo.
As soon as Wang Yuxin saw so many people coming in, her face turned red, and she wanted to withdraw her hand.
But Yi Qianmo didn't let go, but clenched her hand a little, "Don't move!"
"That...you guys want to talk about things, no, don't knead for me, I'll do it myself." Wang Yuxin said embarrassedly.
"You know the acupuncture points on the hand?" he asked.
"..." She was dumbfounded, she really didn't know.
"Just a little longer, it won't take much time." Yi Qian said.
So, Wang Yuxin was given a hand massage by Yi Qianmo under the watchful eyes of the high-ranking people, but in order to stop moaning, she had to desperately suppress the urge to shout, so her face became even more intense. famous.
Finally, Yi Qianmo finally stopped, and Wang Yuxin felt like he had experienced a catastrophe.
While Yi Qianmo was talking with the senior management, Wang Yuxin walked out of Yi Qianmo's office.
On the hand, the sore feeling of being pressed seems to have turned into a dense heat, and the finger joints seem to be more comfortable when moving.
It seems that his massage just now was quite effective.
Wang Yuxin went to the bathroom, but she was in the bathroom compartment, just as she was about to open the door to go out, she heard someone talking outside—
"Mr. Yi has always kept that woman in his office during this period of time. She doesn't seem to be a famous lady. I don't know why."
"Is it a little star? But I don't think it looks very good!"
"This kind of woman doesn't stay with President Yi for a long time,"