Hey! Leave my ex-boyfriends alone!

Especially after being overworked, he is more likely to have a headache.

When he has a headache, He Yunjiang would become unusually irritable, and at this time, he would urgently need something to vent his anger.

It doesn't matter what it is, the more violent and bloody it is, of course, the best.

"Giggle."

There was a knock on the door again.

He Yunjiang half-closed his eyes and sat down on the sofa irritably: "Come in."

Xie Luo arrived a little late, holding a cup of coffee.

She took one look at the miserable state of the desk and chair and knew exactly what was happening.

In a sense, how can Tang Xiaotian not be considered very awesome?

Her courage made Xie Luo admire her to the core.

The content of the novel is directly moved to reality, which is amazing.

Sister Koushui is just strong!

The company has no dress code requirements for interns, as long as they don't dress strangely. In a sense, Xie Luo and Tang Xiaotian are also interns.

The girl wore a beige college-style shirt on the upper body and a pink miniskirt on the lower body. A pair of pink high heels made her exposed legs look white and well-proportioned, and she looked petite and cute.

Xie Luo had light makeup on her face, which was not eye-catching, but gave off a sense of innocence.

She originally had a very beautiful and bright appearance, but now with this outfit, her original flamboyance has been suppressed, and she is even a little low-key.

There are quite a few beautiful women in the company, so her dress is naturally very low-key, almost completely suppressing her own advantages.

But there is an inexplicable alluring cuteness in it.

Her slender neck was exposed, and in He Yunjiang's view, it looked so fragile that it could be easily harmed.

With just a gentle pinch, the other person's beautiful life can slip away in your hands.

Before she dies, the girl might open her eyes wide, her pupils shrink, and then let out a beautiful cry.

Xie Luo naturally had no idea of ​​the various perverted thoughts in her boss' mind at the moment. She just wanted to put the coffee on the table and then go back to slacking off.

Oh, maybe I also need to explain why it was Sister Koushui who came to deliver the coffee.

Working is really hard, is there no way to just lie down?

"Boss, the coffee you ordered."

“… ….”

He Yunjiang didn't say anything. He just half-closed his eyes, slightly raised the corners of his lips, and looked at Xie Luo very gently.

He gently rubbed his forehead with one hand, and dropped the other hand to the table, tapping the table with his beautiful fingertips.

“Crack, crack, crack…”

It was a series of very regular knocks, possibly some very elegant musical tune, but Xie Luo had never heard it before.

She was a little confused and had no idea what He Yunjiang was going to do now.

He didn't ask himself anything, nor did he let himself put down the coffee and leave. Instead, he knocked on the table with a smile on his face.

What does it mean?

Was he trying to praise himself for the way he knocked on the table?

Hiss, it’s really hard to guess what the boss is thinking.

He Yunjiang seemed to be knocking on the table, but in fact, all his attention was on Xie Luo, and he noticed all her little movements.

There were many small movements and jumps in Xie Luo's eyes, but they were very simple, almost always switching between confusion and speechlessness.

Finally, after listening to the knocking on the table for nearly three minutes, Xie Luo finally took action.

"Boss, your coffee is getting cold. Do you want more?"

"let it go."

"Ok."

"Then President, I'll be out first?"

Xie Luo placed the coffee on the table, but the young man was still tapping the table with an uncertain smile on his face.

His eyes were slightly narrowed, still looking at Xie Luo and smiling softly.

Xie Luo: ... ...

Oh no, this high-end game is really aimed at her.

Maybe she shouldn't use normal thinking to understand what He Yunjiang meant. Hiss... Should she really praise him for the nice sound of knocking on the table?

Xie Luo tried to make himself look more sincere: "CEO, you are very good at tapping the table. The prelude is like a mountain stream flowing slowly. The middle part is like a heavy rain pouring down, dripping on the lotus leaves, making people unconsciously intoxicated. The end is like the sound of chanting, pious and simple, which makes people feel awe."

"Oh my god, I am so honored to hear such a good knocking sound. You are so great."

When Xie Luo spoke, he didn't dare to look at He Yunjiang at all, and he just boasted seriously.

The young man's hand stopped, and his eyes stayed still for a rare moment. Perhaps because he was too surprised, he couldn't even keep his smile on.

... ...What on earth is she talking about now?

Is this a compliment to him?

It's a bit weird, not sure, let's wait and see.

Xie Luo didn't dare to look up after she finished speaking. She felt embarrassed, so she could only stand there like a little quail.

He Yunjiang could only see the top of her head because her head was too low.

Perhaps because of this little episode, his headache miraculously eased a little.

The other party was incredibly brave just now, but now he has become a coward after speaking.

I really don't know whether to say she is brave or timid.

But she was indeed much more pleasing to the eye than the woman with ulterior motives just now. At least He Yunjiang didn't see anything else in her eyes just now.

Because there is no goal here, Xie Luo doesn't even have any ambition, and he just slacks off every day.

In a sense, Xie Luo is indeed very simple.

After a long time, the young man laughed and his emotions were in place, as if the previous sluggishness was just a small episode.

"You and Xiaoshan are very good friends, right?"

"Yes, President."

"She often mentioned you to me. She also said that if she got married and had children in the future, you would definitely be the child's godmother."

"... ...?"

Xie Luo didn't dare to look up. Things seemed to be getting weirder and weirder.

What kind of conversation is this?

"Don't be nervous. I just want to say that your relationship is really good. Can I call you Xiao Luo from now on?"

"Sure, President. You can call me Xiao Xie if you want."

"Then please help me, Xiao Luo."

Xie Luo: ???

Hahahaha, I'm alive after all.

The boss's routine is the longest road she has ever walked.

Xie Luo slowly raised her head, but the young man had already walked up to her with a smile on his face.

He Yunjiang was really too tall. He exercised regularly, and now when he stood in front of Xie Luo, there was a subtle difference in height and body shape.

The young man is a person who always has a smile on his face. In front of this smile, his height and sense of oppression will diminish.

But until he actually stood in front of others, the oppressive feeling caused by his size could no longer be suppressed.

This was really too much for Xie Luo, who was over 1.6 meters tall, to hold down, because it was too high and she couldn't reach it even if she stood on tiptoe.

The other person is at least 1.9 meters tall, and this is the most conservative estimate.