Jiu Ye, your little ancestor doesn't want to take responsibility

The elevator in the basement goes directly to Jian Muye's office and requires fingerprint to enter.

Coming out of the elevator is the tea room in Jian Muye’s office. Outside is the reception room and office, and on the other side there is a lounge and bathroom.

The office was empty. Lu Tian slapped his forehead and remembered that Jian Muye had said yesterday that he was going to the city for a meeting today.

I couldn't make the trip in vain, so I called Jian Muye.

Fortunately, Jian Muye said that he had just finished a meeting and had a dinner party, but when he heard that Lu Tian was in the company, he asked her to go to the lounge to rest and wait for him, and then have lunch with her at noon.

Lu Tian was indeed a little tired after running to the hospital, so he went to the lounge inside.

The lounge is quite large, almost the same size as the guest room at home, with a double bed and a sofa and coffee table by the floor-to-ceiling window.

The bedding is gray and white plaid.

Lu Tian rarely comes to Jian Muye's company, and this is her first time entering Jian Muye's lounge.

She looked at the four-piece suit on the bed and her brows subconsciously tightened.

She likes solid colors and dislikes plaid.

However, the things in the lounge were all purchased by Jian Muye's assistant. As long as Jian Muye likes them, she won't say anything.

Lu Tian was really tired. She had been feeling sleepy and tired lately. The doctor said she was under too much stress and her nerves were a little weak.

It's not a big problem. Just let her have a good rest and keep a happy mood.

Lu Tian took off his shoes, put his head on the pillow and fell asleep quickly.

Tong Sha felt it was not convenient for her to stay in Jian Muye's office, so she went downstairs and found a place to eat.

Outside, Qin Qing received a call from Fang Zhuo, asking her to order some dishes quickly. Mrs. Jian was in Mr. Jian's office at the moment, waiting to have lunch with him.

Qin Qing stared at the closed door of the president's office for several seconds before looking away. He then called the hotel where Jian Muye often ate to order food.

After ordering the meal, Qin Qing turned and entered Jian Muye's office.

She didn't close the door and walked in lightly.

Gently pushing open the door of the lounge, he saw Lu Tian already asleep on Jian Muye's bed.

She closed the door gently again.

Just as I was about to leave, my secretary, Sister Zhang, came over with a stack of expense reimbursement forms.

These reimbursement forms need to be reviewed and signed by Qin Qing.

"Xiao Qin, you are here."

Sister Zhang has a loud voice, and since Jian Muye is not around, she speaks more casually and steps more heavily in her high heels.

Qin Qing smiled:

"I'm helping Mr. Jian clean up his desk. Is there anything for Ms. Zhang?"

"Well, it's nothing serious." He handed over the list in his hand. "I thought President Jian was away in a meeting today, so I asked you to sign it. Everyone in the CEO's office knows that you and Xiao Fang are President Jian's right-hand men. Whenever President Jian is in the company, he can't do without you for a single minute."

Qin Qing slowly checked the invoice that Sister Zhang had pasted, and said:

"I'm just a handyman. Fang Zhu is Mr. Jian's right-hand man."

Sister Zhang flattered:

"Who said that? Xiao Fang is a man, and how can a man be as meticulous as his girlfriend? Look at you, you even do things like tidying up the desk yourself, not to mention that you have to arrange Mr. Jian's food, clothing, housing and transportation every day. To put it bluntly, you care about Mr. Jian more than even Mrs. Jian does."

Qin Qing glanced at the lounge, but did not remind Sister Zhang. Instead, his face darkened slightly.

"Sister Zhang, you can't say that. I'm CEO Jian's assistant, and this is what I'm supposed to do."