Delivery boy and tissue

When the wind is going well, all roads lead to Rome; but if there is bad luck, it will be a mouthful of cold water.

Yan Mo, the new president of the Yan Consortium, seems to have suffered eight lifetimes of bad luck today.

Waking up early in the morning, Yan Mo had diarrhea once. Afterwards, he always felt uncomfortable in his stomach. However, there was a very important meeting held on time at nine o'clock in the morning, and the diarrhea had already taken up a lot of time. Yan Mo hurriedly ate a breakfast and prepared As soon as you get ready, come to the site as soon as possible.

Yan Mo usually has a very good face. The meeting was held for more than three hours. He endured the stomach discomfort and persisted until the end of the meeting. His face was pale and he refused to take two steps quickly. come back to the office.

Fortunately, the conference room used for today's meeting happened to be on the floor of Yan Mo's office, and the office was also equipped with a separate bathroom. After entering the office, he was the only one left in the room, and finally let go of his restraint and rushed towards the bathroom.

"call……"

It was so unbearable that Yan Mo took a deep breath the moment he released it.

It's not too unlucky just to have diarrhea, but when Yan Mo had settled comfortably and was about to get up, he remembered that there was no more toilet paper.

He slapped himself hard on the forehead.

The president's office has always been cleaned only when Yan Mo himself is on site. This morning, when Yan Mo came to the office to sort out the documents, the cleaning staff came in to replace the sanitary products such as paper towels, hand sanitizer, etc. Who knew that Yan Mo suddenly took the phone call, without Before the cleaning staff could put fresh toilet paper in the shelf, they kicked the house out and locked the door.

The paper drawers on the desk outside were all used up when Yan Mo had diarrhea in the morning and ran out of paper.

Flipping through the pockets of his jacket and trousers, there is nothing but a mobile phone, what should I do?

I need to find someone to deliver paper to me...

The secretary is definitely not good, and cleaning is not very convenient. Everyone in the company can't use it. He, President Yan, can't afford to lose such a big face.

"Temo's!"

Cursing without grace, Yan Mo suddenly had a flash of inspiration when he looked at his eyebrows that were twisted together on the screen of the phone.

Yan Mo sat up a little straighter, quickly unlocked the phone and turned on the screen, found the Meituan APP, found a coffee shop that was closest to him and was unlikely to visit again, and placed a takeaway order. At the same time, note: Please help bring A pack of napkins.Hurry up!

After placing the order, Yan Mo called the company's front desk again and told the girl at the front desk to bring the delivery boy into his office.

After more than 20 minutes, when Yan Mo was about to throw up, there was finally movement.

The first time the phone vibrated, Yan Mo hurriedly picked it up. The girl at the front desk said that she and the delivery guy had already arrived at the office. Yan Mo said "um", and told her in a low voice that she would be there in a minute, and asked her to go back first.

After the girl at the front desk left, the delivery boy thought to himself, the owner of this store is really stingy, and he will accept a cup of milk tea only after personally inspecting it?

Putting the milk tea on the desk, just as he was complaining in his heart, the phone rang.

"Hello, I'm Yan Mo who just ordered food. I'm in the bathroom on the right side of your office. Please bring the tissues in, thank you."

The takeaway guy was a little surprised for a while, the CEO has a surprisingly good temper and is very polite, but...

I vaguely remember that the notes did mention paper towels...

"Well, Mr. Yan, um, I'm sorry..." The takeaway guy seemed to be tongue-tied, he hesitated for a long time, and then said into the microphone: "I forgot to buy tissues..."

When the takeaway guy didn't deliver the paper as he asked immediately, Yan Mo had a premonition that there might be something wrong, but when he really heard the other party say this thunderbolt from the blue sky, his face turned green.

Forcing himself to maintain his demeanor, Yan Mo asked: "Then do you have tissues on you? Is there a gift with the coffee?"

The delivery boy curled his lips and replied, "Sorry, if there is one, I'll send it in for you."

Yan Mo was angry: "I seem to have made a note very clearly that I need your help to bring a pack of tissues."

The takeaway boy sighed and apologized: "Yes, this was our mistake, but I really didn't mean it, and I didn't expect you to encounter such a thing, and it's useless to pursue responsibility now."

Obviously he did something wrong, and he still acted like he didn't care. The takeaway boy didn't know if he was a newborn calf who was not afraid of tigers, or he found a food delivery job to play casually and didn't take it seriously.

Yan Mo sneered: "You have also seen the current situation, so tell me how it works?"

The takeaway boy tried to ask: "Then I'll go out and find someone to ask for paper for you?"

"No way!" I couldn't feel ashamed if I didn't bring the paper just now, and now that this oolong incident happened, it can't be spread out.

"Then wait a minute." After the delivery boy finished speaking, he stuffed the phone into his coat pocket, and took out a 32-carat notebook from his trousers pocket.

The brand-new little book hadn't been used yet, so the takeaway boy tore off a few pages from the front, walked to the door of the bathroom, opened a gap, and stretched the arm holding the paper in.

At this moment, Yan Mo's complexion was no longer as monotonous as green, his temples jumped up and down, his whole face was about to be distorted, he clenched his fists tightly, wishing to rush out and beat him up, but he finally suppressed it, Q: "What do you mean?"

The takeaway boy urged: "Go ahead, I have something to do when I go back, so I can't let you delay too long."

No matter how good his demeanor and self-cultivation are, Yan Mo couldn't bear it anymore and said loudly, "What kind of attitude do you have!"

"What are you shouting about!" The takeaway boy was even louder than Yan Mo, lowered his arm and raised it, and urged again: "I just asked if you need it or not."

You can feel the tense atmosphere of the other party through a door. Yan Mo has never met such a crazy, flirtatious and weird deliveryman since he was a child.

It's absolutely impossible for this kind of person to be uneducated, but... after careful consideration, Yan Mo finally took the torn paper from the notebooks from the delivery boy.

The takeaway boy who completed the task walked away.

"Hiss..." The feeling of hard paper touching his skin made Yan Mo feel his entire back go cold.

It was the first time that Yan Mo had suffered this kind of crime in his life, and Da Ju was heavily burdened.

OK, I remember you.