Immersive Fast Wear: The Anti-Strike Manual of the Heartthrob

Zhu Huayan entered the president's office, but she didn't know that Ren Qiaoyin, who bumped into her, didn't rush to her office as she said.

She hid behind a wall and secretly watched Zhu Huayan's whereabouts.

Seeing that Zhu Huayan did not stop, he directly pushed open the door of the president's office.

Ren Qiaoyin was so angry that she couldn't control herself and pinched the snow-white wall. The confident, mature and steady image she had in front of outsiders was shattered into thin air.

"Who on earth is she? She even dared to barge into the CEO's office without knocking."

Ren Qiaoyin's impression of Zhu Huayan further declined. If she found out that Zhu Huayan, who broke into the office later, was not kicked out, her sense of crisis would probably increase even more.

Unfortunately, she didn't have time to watch it.

What Ren Qiaoyin said to Zhu Huayan before was not all lies, and it was indeed almost time to go to work.

As a newcomer, Jiang Weiche did not actually value the relationship with her fellow teachers as much as she implied. If she wanted to get through the probation period safely, she had to work hard.

As soon as Zhu Huayan entered the president's office, she saw Jiang Weiche processing documents.

The piles of blue folders on the table seem to be a sign of fate that even the president has to work overtime.

It was just time to go to work, but there were so many documents to deal with. Zhu Huayan looked at him sympathetically for a few seconds, and then suddenly realized what was going on.

No, he is so busy at work, how can I find evidence when he is not around?

Forget it, you have to eat one bite at a time, no need to be so anxious, the first goal is to lower your guard.

Zhu Huayan walked to Jiang Weiche's side and asked:

"I'm here to work. What is my main job? Yesterday I only heard you say that I'm a life assistant, but I don't know what a life assistant is responsible for yet."

Jiang Wei Che was busy with the work at hand and couldn't spare the time to talk to her about the work for the time being. It would definitely not be good to let someone just sit there bored and dazed next to him.

He thought for a moment, pointed to the clean, empty porcelain cup on the table, and said:

"Please pour me a cup of coffee first. The top floor has its own tea room, so you don't need to go to other floors. There are a lot of equipment and materials in it. You can find Zhao Yan first. He will teach you how to use it."

"There is also my own locker there with new cups. You can use them freely."

Jiang Weiche wanted Hua Yan to be his personal assistant for only one reason, which was to have her appear in his sight as much as possible.

More opportunities for communication provide more time to develop relationships.

So he would definitely not arrange for her to do any heavy work, and he was reluctant to do so.

Pouring coffee is a relatively simple task. If Hua Yan feels bored, there are many baking and dessert making tools in the tea room that can be used to kill time.

Jiang Weiche had told Zhao Yan in advance so that everything could be arranged properly.

Zhu Huayan followed Jiang Weiche's instructions and walked towards Zhao Yan's office with the porcelain cup.

The offices of the president and the special assistant are not in the same place. The name of the newly recruited assistant position is the president's assistant, but in fact he is the direct subordinate of the special assistant.

Zhao Yan is busy at work and also needs subordinates to help him handle work.

Of course, the work assistant's office is next to the special assistant.

Zhu Huayan came to the special assistant's office to find Zhao Yan, and saw Zhao Yan explaining some work matters to the new assistant to the president.

Zhao Yan was different from what she had seen before. When they met in the president's office before, Zhao Yan always had a gentle expression towards her. Not to mention flattering, he was friendly and enthusiastic.

But now, he looked serious, his words were short and sharp, there was no smile on his face, and he looked very serious.

Zhu Huayan was a little hesitant when calling people.

"Zhao... Special Assistant Zhao?"

Zhao Yan turned around and saw Zhu Huayan holding the president's cup. Thinking of what the president had specifically reminded him of yesterday, he immediately laughed.

"Miss Zhu, is there anything I can help you with?"

"Jiang Wei... Mr. Jiang asked you to teach me how to use the coffee machine. Oh, and I need to get a new cup for myself."

"Okay, I'll be there right away," Zhao Yan agreed immediately.

Facing Ren Qiaoyin who was listening to him talking about work, he became serious and gave instructions, "I have to go out for something. You should read the study documents I sent you first. There is also a small task. See if you can try to do it."

"Okay, Zhao Zhu."

Ren Qiaoyin nodded obediently, but felt bad when she saw Zhao Yan and Zhu Huayan leaving together.

From the previous inquiries, she already knew that Zhu Huayan was also the president's assistant. However, she was a life assistant and followed the president directly, while she was a work assistant and could only follow the special assistant Zhao Yan.

In an instant, Ren Qiaoyin felt unbalanced, and the hostility buried deep in her heart continued to grow.

Zhao Yan is worthy of being the special assistant following the president. He explains the equipment quickly, in detail and clearly.

Zhu Huayan took a sip of the coffee she made herself. It was fragrant and slightly bitter, but with a sweet aftertaste. It tasted very good.

The man, who was filled with a sense of accomplishment, spoke happily to Zhao Yan, his tone full of confidence.

"Assistant Zhao, please go back first. I will make coffee."

Zhao Yan left the tea room as he was told and returned to his office to handle his work.

Zhu Huayan picked up Jiang Weiche's teacup, repeated the steps to make coffee, and carefully brought it back to the president's office.

"Jiang Weiche, Weiche, please try the coffee I made."

Seeing how excited she was, there was no way Jiang Wei Che would interrupt her interest.

The cup of coffee was placed on the table, exuding a mellow and slightly bitter flavor. Jiang Weiche lifted the handle of the cup and took a sip.

"How is it? Is it delicious?"

Zhu Huayan was eager to get the approval of the "customer", so as soon as his lips touched the coffee liquid, she leaned forward and asked.

Jiang Weiche did not answer immediately.

"How does it taste?"

Zhu Huayan became more and more anxious. She took a few steps forward, almost getting in front of Jiang Weiche. She bent down to look at Jiang Weiche's expression, with their faces only a few inches apart.

Jiang Weiche raised his eyes, and his deep eyes looked straight into Zhu Huayan's eyes.

In those eyes, there was love hidden deep within a dormant volcano. At this moment, as the distance between them was infinitely shortened, that love showed signs of flowing outward.

The air almost stagnated.

Zhu Huayan felt as if she was being dragged into a sea of ​​fire and sinking with others. For the first time, she deeply felt Jiang Weiche's feelings for her.

The bold words of blame and anger that she usually expressed were all swallowed up, and she felt inexplicably afraid.

It seemed that if I continued to get closer, I would be dragged into his abyss.

"Ahem, forget it. I won't ask you anymore."

Zhu Huayan felt that she was too close to him, which really affected her judgment, so she quickly stood up and stepped back.

"oops."

At some point an "obstacle" appeared at her feet, which not only blocked her escape but also made her lose her balance.

Her body, which had not yet stood up straight, was staggering and was about to fall to the ground. A strong arm wrapped around her waist and pressed her directly into his arms.

A pair of surprised clear watery eyes and a pair of deep eyes filled with lingering love met again.

Their eyes, which had just separated, lingered together.

Ambiguity abounds.