Sweet little assistant, CEO's sweetheart

Shen Jianli was indeed feeling unwell, with chest tightness and dizziness. These symptoms had become more and more obvious this month.

I have already made an appointment with the doctor to have a physical examination and a brain test in a week.

He was still young, only twenty-seven years old, and the Shen Group was on the rise, at its glorious moment. As the heir to the Shen family, he could not afford to have health problems at this critical moment.

However, the symptom of dizziness became more and more obvious, which troubled him a lot.

When he heard Kuang Weiwei's question, his eyes opened slightly.

This room is not big.

Kuang Weiwei stood beside the bed, the warm yellow light of the wall lamp fell on her, casting a long shadow on her. She lowered her eyes, her hair fell from her ears, her profile was snow-white, and the light was hazy. Her profile looked like an oil painting.

This image looks very warm.

Shen Jianli closed his eyes again and said softly, "Come here."

Kuang Weiwei has already had an allergic reaction to the word "come here".

She was like Shen Jianli's puppy, always calling her come here, come here.

During working hours, she just listened obediently. She received her salary from Shen Jianli, so if he called her, she would go.

It was dinner time now, and he still asked her to come over, which made her feel unhappy.

However, once obedience is formed, it is difficult to correct it all at once.

After hearing Shen Jianli's "come here" for two years, she responded automatically.

She walked over slowly.

The room was carpeted and there was no sound when I stepped on it with my high heels.

She walked over to the man.

Without opening his eyes, Shen Jianli knew she had arrived when he smelled the familiar floral scent.

"Rub your forehead."

He ordered in a low voice.

Kuang Weiwei: ???

How come the scope of this work is becoming wider and wider?

She hasn't had this job for the past two years.

She is obedient, but not stupid.

"Mr. Shen, I don't know how to do it."

Just kidding, once this started, Shen Jianli would ask her to massage here and there from time to time, and that would not be something she should be responsible for with this salary.

"I can't study."

"Mr. Shen, you think too highly of me. If I accidentally use too much force and hurt you, even if I'm sent to jail, it probably won't quell the anger of the board of directors."

Shen Jianli is the treasure of the Shen family. So many people rely on him to make money. If anything happens to him because of her, those people will chase her with knives.

Ten of her lives are not enough for them to take advantage of.

Shen Jianli's head started to hurt more and more, and his temper became particularly irritable. "Just press it when I told you to. Don't talk so much nonsense."

Working people are so humble.

Once the boss gets angry, the subordinates dare not refute him.

Just press it, press him until he is crippled, and don't bother her.

"Mr. Shen, let me make it clear that I have never massaged anyone. You are worth a fortune, and if something really happens to you, you cannot hold me responsible."

Shen Jianli was very impatient, "I know, stop nagging!"

Kuang Weiwei looked at his hands and said, "Please wait."

Shen Jianli's patience is almost at its limit and is about to erupt like a volcano.

Kuang Weiwei walked into the bathroom and washed her hands with hand soap. She also checked her appearance. After finding nothing wrong, she walked to Shen Jianli.

"Mr. Shen, I'm starting."

The washed hands were filled with the fragrance of hand soap. During the kneading process, Shen Jianli smelled the fragrance, and it seemed that the pain in his head was not so severe.

Kuang Weiwei tried her best to adjust her strength and asked uncertainly, "Boss Shen, is this strength still appropriate?"

Shen Jianli's temper gradually subsided, and he thought, isn't this a pretty good press, quite talented.

"Ah."

Kuang felt relieved and continued with the same force.

Fortunately, she didn't get a manicure, and her nails were neatly trimmed.

During the massage, their skin touched each other and Shen Jianli could feel the softness of her fingertips.

Kuang Weiwei has a small frame and looks thin, but when you touch her, you can tell that it is not the case. She is the type with extremely soft and boneless figure.

As she massaged and pressed his fingers, something seemed to penetrate into his head, and the drowsy and turbid feeling was removed bit by bit.

Shen Jianli didn't know what was going on, but Kuang Weiwei seemed to have the ability to heal him.

He enjoyed the pressure.

It’s even a better experience than sleeping comfortably until you wake up naturally.

Kuang Weiwei kneaded for more than ten minutes, and her fingertips became numb. As soon as she took her hands away, Shen Jianli reminded her unhappily, "Continue."

The oppressed workers were really aggrieved, "Boss Shen, my fingers are numb."

Shen Jianli was silent for a moment, "I'll let you rest for five minutes, then continue."

Kuang Weiwei was oppressed and dared not speak out despite being angry.

She wanted to ask Shen Jianli to subsidize her hard work fee, but then she thought that she had only been an assistant for two years and could not make such a willful request. After thinking it over, she gave up.

Shen Jianli's brain was as accurate as a mechanical watch. When the minute reached five, he would immediately remind her, "Time's up."

Kuang Weiwei sighed imperceptibly, rubbed her fingers a few times, and continued to massage him tirelessly.

Her fingers seemed to have magic. After more than half an hour of massage and guidance, Shen Jianli's head became clearer and clearer. He was no longer as drowsy as before, and even the pain disappeared.

Shen Jianli didn't say it out loud, but he was shocked inside.

While at work, he massaged his forehead for more than half an hour, but it didn't work at all. He took some medicine, took a nap, and felt much better when he woke up.

This time, there was no need to take medicine. Kuang Weiwei just helped with the massage for more than half an hour and it was all fine.

He really wanted to hold Kuang Weiwei's hand and take a closer look to see if there was medicine on it.

However, this is a club, not Kuang Weiwei's home, and Kuang Weiwei doesn't have the ability to conjure medicine out of thin air.

How is this going?

He was really confused.

Kuang Weiwei planned to continue for another ten minutes. Her fingers were already very sore, and ten more minutes was her limit.