Chapter 93： President Ba's Black Heart 1

Chapter 93 President Ba's Black Heart 1

"Wen Ling, remember my watch, send it to me before 3 o'clock."

"Wen Ling, my budget, remember to send it to me before 3:30."

"Wen Ling..."

……

As soon as he became conscious, he kept calling his own name while listening to the urging voice in his ear.

Little Ginseng Essence is still a bit addicted to the world before, so I don’t have much aftertaste.

As a result, as soon as I opened my eyes, there were waves of ghost calls.

And it's all women's voices.

Wen Ling looked up and saw that it was the same place as a modern office. It was a kind of work cubicle. Everyone had a place. Computers and other office supplies were all available.

At this moment, from time to time, a document, or a few pieces of paper, and the buckle hanging on the table will flicker constantly from others, and the documents will be sent over the wire.

Looks, very busy?

However, if Wen Ling read it right, the position on his right is empty. No one can be seen for the time being. The computer is still on, and a form has been opened. I don’t know how long it has been since.

The person in front, because the computer is facing away from him, Wen Ling can't see clearly.

However, I saw that the other party’s phone was placed directly in front of the computer. The woman stared at the phone motionlessly. She was not at work, and there was another person next to...

They are very busy, but I don’t know if they are busy at work.

"Wen Ling, I'm anxious, you can help me get it out, I have a headache." While Wen Ling was observing, another woman came and looked at her with a flattering smile, but her eyes were more like Seeing X looked at her the same way, opening his mouth to ask for help, but he was very rude in his hand, and threw a document on his desk.

Little Ginseng Jing has never seen it again, and has never seen a modern workplace, but I also feel something is wrong.

After putting down the other party’s file, turn around and want to leave.

Wen Ling summoned her from behind: “What does it mean to throw it to me if I don’t do my job? Will I be paid?”

Wen Ling’s voice is not high, and the voice is very soft, it doesn’t sound very powerful.

Others listened to it, although it was still a glimpse, but many people were still addicted to the drama or other things, and did not notice this at all.

The woman who was yelled at by Wen Ling, when she heard this voice, she just looked back and said as expected: "You don't always help everyone with it. Oh, people have a headache, just do it. "

After finishing talking, he smiled, and went back, took up his scarf and knit it.

Looking at the opponent's posture, as well as the appearance of not caring, it is estimated that it was caused by someone.

Wen Ling is too lazy to care about her, no matter how many files are on the table, or how many offline files are on the computer, sitting there, he winked slightly and said: "Okay, the plot."

This world is not very friendly at first, and the little ginseng Jing is a little impatient.

If it is not for the benefactor, these people will all throw into the soil, raise fertilizer, feed ginseng...

is not worthy.

I'm afraid of dirtying my soil.

233 was also bewildered by this scene.

However, it is a well-informed system, and it must be stabilized.

The plot is transmitted in time, and 233 is responsible for the voice broadcast.

This time, it is a modern world.

But the story is a bit complicated...

The specific expression is that this story is a book-wearing and a rebirth, a pot of hodgepodge, and it looks quite complicated.

But carefully, it’s just a story of an overbearing president who fell in love with me and then petted me.

New Plane~

(End of this chapter)