Lin Xiaoxiao's forehead is full of headaches. This pile of documents, at least enough for her to worry about the afternoon, where there is time to take care of other work? How did Jin Beichuan become like this.
She nodded and gave a "um.". As for other details, she didn't tell Xia Mo'er. Summer Mo son's facial expression suddenly eased a lot of, in the heart unexpectedly also have a kind of unspeakable comfort feeling.
She thought that the president was just doing this to her. Lin Xiaoxiao was also reprimanded when he went. It seems that the president didn't hate himself. In this way, Xia Mo'er's heart is more comfortable.
This is simply a magical chemical reaction, just because of this mood has been dripping Xia Mo'er, suddenly happy again. Moreover, he was comforting Lin Xiaoxiao.
"Boss, our subordinates will always be told one or two words by the boss, which is very normal, you must not really take it to heart."
Xia Mo'er's comfort moved Lin Xiaoxiao a little. Once Zhen MI, is not this, everywhere to maintain their own. She smiles at Xia Mo'er and nods: "well, I know. OK, let's get down to work. I'll go over these documents again. As for other things, I can only trouble you. "
Xia Mo'er's mouth cracked, showing a row of white teeth, patted his chest: "don't worry, it's on me."
Lin Xiaoxiao hesitated and asked tentatively, "well For example, what else can be sent to the president? "
Xia Mo'er was slightly stunned. Before he could figure out how to say it, Lin Xiao began to say: "forget it, I'll go. You'll be told by him if you go."
"No, no, no I'll go. I'll go. " How could Xia Mo'er give up the chance to meet Jin Beichuan close? Even if she was reprimanded by him, she was willing to be as sweet as Yee!
Time goes by unconsciously, and it's afternoon time. Lin Xiaoxiao rubbed his eyes and stretched his waist to relieve his sour back. She couldn't help muttering that she had edited all the documents herself, and there was no mistake at all. Isn't Jin Beichuan doing this on purpose.
"Boss, this document..." Xia Mo'er came in and thought, "do you need to send it now?"
Lin Xiaoxiao looked at the things in her hand and turned them over. It's the information Jin Beichuan needs for tomorrow's meeting. In fact, there's no need to send it today.
"Put it first, and send it tomorrow." Lin Xiao said so. At this time, her mobile phone rang and looked down. It was Chu junnan.
He answered, "well, Jun Nan, what can I do for you Well, yes, in the company Ah, now? "
Chu junnan came to invite her to have afternoon tea. But she is so busy now, where has the time.
"I know you are busy, so I brought the afternoon tea. You just need to get down and do some work in the car." Chu junnan's voice, with a clear sexy, slowly into Lin Xiaoxiao's eardrum. And Xia Mo'er, who was standing in front of her, also heard it.
With a mysterious smile on her face, she made a face at Lin Xiaoxiao. Lin Xiaoxiao stares at her, gets up to the landing window and looks out.
Outside is a concrete forest made of fine steel and concrete, and her office is on the top floor of Jin's building, so she can't see the situation below. Now that everyone has brought afternoon tea, it's really impolite of her not to go down to the meeting.
"Well, I'll come down to you now." Lin Xiaoxiao said, lifted the mobile phone, went to hang clothes shelf, took down his coat.
Xia Mo'er looked at her leaving, and was a little anxious. She asked: "that The boss, this document... "
Lin Xiaoxiao is anxious to go on, also have no time to comb this thing carefully, just say: "it's up to you, you want to send now send, tomorrow send also can, all can." Finish saying, hastily opened the door of the office to leave.
Xia mor'er's face showed a light of excitement and clenched her fists tightly. What can be done now, why wait until tomorrow.
When Jin Beichuan saw that it was her who was coming, his deep eyes gave her a silent glance. Thinking in the heart, it seems that Lin Xiaoxiao wants to cultivate this woman as a key point. Even sending documents to her? He couldn't help but look up and take a little serious look at the girl.
He was about 22 years old, white and beautiful, with a sweet smile on his face. It's not bad, but it's a little old-fashioned. In a word, my brain is not flexible. I've trained her, but I don't have any points?
"President, these documents are the information you need for the next meeting. Please have a look at them." Xia mor'er's voice is sweet and greasy, just like the sweetness for the sake of deliberate expression.
Jin Beichuan reached for it, and hawk's eyes looked at it, and then he mastered the content nine points. The handwriting is very neat and beautiful. He recognized that it was Lin Xiaoxiao's handwriting, which could not be imitated by others.
However, there was still some discomfort in his heart, and he could not tell where it was.
The man thin lips light open, light ask: "where is your minister?" What he wanted to ask was, why didn't she deliver it herself?Xia Mo'er said with a smile, "president, Minister Lin is going to come, but unfortunately, a friend of hers came to see her at this time, so she asked me to transfer it."
Friends? What friends are so important? Can you make her give up her job and go to see her?
The man long eyebrow tiny pick, ask a way: "what kind of friend?"
"It's supposed to be her boyfriend. He said he'd treat her to tea." Xia Mo'er answers like this.
The man's face suddenly sank, eyes low light suddenly suddenly, even with a little anger. He raised his head and stared coldly at Xia Mo'er's face, saying: "doesn't she know that she is working now? At this time, she ran out to meet her boyfriend. She didn't have any sense of propriety
Xia Mo'er was so frightened by his fierce look. However, she still kept her mind and said cautiously: "minister Lin is under great pressure these days. He has to work late every day and has no time to talk to her husband Meet your friends. So, this time The man just brought the afternoon tea, and Minister Lin just went downstairs. He didn't leave Jin's family... "
Xia Mo'er said these words for a long time and in a slow tone. Every sentence and every word were carefully considered and brewed in his heart. He was sure that he would not give himself a bad impression before he blurted out.