Please sign for your sand sculpture

12

"I appreciate your reaction in this situation, so, would you like to come to my company and be my assistant?"

After receiving the signed form and closing the cap of the pen, the muscles at the corners of Qin Shang's mouth moved.

【A1551: Promise him! 】

【A1551: The moon is the first to be near the water! 】

"Sorry, sir." Putting the gel pen back on his breast pocket, glanced at the business card handed to him, Qin Shang showed a commercial smile, "I don't think I'm competent."

Firstly, the profession is wrong;

Second, the reason is a bit of a mystery;

Three years later, this development is really familiar.

Zhinao is still persuading him to agree.

[Emotional intelligence: The last target who took the assistant route has been blackened. 】

【A1551: ...】

【A1551: Wan, what if nothing happens this time? 】

【A1551: My dear, you also said that it is his own problem that that guy turned black!This does not mean that the assistant route is the trigger for the blackening of the target! 】

Qin Shang frowned slightly, a little shaken.

【A1551: So, let's try again~】

At the same time, as if a discussion had been made, the target of the capture said again: "If it's due to professional issues, don't worry, it's just a small matter of serving tea and water."

Qin Shang was slightly puzzled.

This kind of thing can be done by anyone in the company, right?

Perhaps his doubts were too obvious, the target smiled, "After all, it's a position where I get along day and night, and I always hope that people can settle down."

It seems to make sense.

After thinking for a while, Qin Shang took the business card and thanked him amidst the jubilant voice of Zhinao.

13

The next day, Mr. Assistant, who was officially on duty, was sitting in the president's office, facing the desk full of documents.And on his own table, there are a few magazines and a few packets of snacks.

"..."

This arrangement is exactly the same as in memory, and it really reminds me of someone who has been blackened.

The target of the raid raised his head from his business, "What's the matter? Is there anything dissatisfied?"

Qin Shang shook his head.

"By the way, let's have lunch together later."

"Okay, Mr. Wei."

You are the boss, you have the final say.

Assistant Qin, who had just finished his breakfast with him, automatically filtered out the fact that it was not just a "meeting" before lunch time, so he could read magazines with peace of mind.

14

This job is really idle.

There is basically nothing to do except accompany breakfast, lunch, afternoon tea, dinner, and supper. Most of the time, you can only sit in a chair. Shang felt that he might be moldy.

——It’s really inconvenient to play on the phone in front of the boss, so I had to find another way.

15

In the middle of the night, the hour hand slowly passed "12".

Qin Shang refilled another cup of coffee for the target, and yawned sleepily.

Half an hour later, the busy gentleman finally finished his whole day's work, stretched himself out, and prepared to go home.

The two got off the elevator together and walked out of the building one after another.

The colorful neon lights on the opposite street were flickering, and the colorful light hit them, coating the two figures who were almost side by side with a dark and difficult brilliance.

It seems that all the noise is isolated from the outside.The tranquility in the bustling night scene is too beautiful to break.

16

Wei Fu turned his head and looked into Qin Shang's eyes quietly.

Those eyes reflected the feasting lights on the opposite side, like bright fireworks blooming in the darkness of the sky, shining brightly.

Wei Fu thought for a while, then sighed deeply, "It's so late."

As expected, he only got an undeniable "Yes", Wei Fu continued to complain, "It's hard to get a taxi at this point, alas, I can't go back again."

Qin Shang turned to look at him, with a little confusion in his eyes, as if he was surprised that he, a CEO, not only didn't have his own driver, but also didn't drive to and from get off work by himself.

Wei Fu liked his expression very much. He raised the corners of his mouth slightly, pretending to ask casually, "If I remember correctly, your home is not far from here?"

"Yes."

"Well, I really envy you."

"Unlike me, I have to live in a cold hotel again."

Wei Fu lowered his head sadly, while Yu Guang has been paying attention to Qin Shang's reaction, seeing him struggling and saying: "Actually..."

Yes, that's right!

That's it, in fact, if you don't mind, you can come to my house or something, let the storm come more violently hahaha! ! !

17

"Actually you have a bed in the lounge."

"And it looks like... someone often sleeps, and the toiletries are quite complete."

"You probably forgot it because you were too busy." Qin Shang rubbed his nose and took the initiative to pass the steps to his current parents. "Then what, do you need me to send you back?"

"Qin, Xiao, Shang!"

The roar of the target gnashing his teeth was earth-shattering. It drove away the drowsiness of the security guard at the door, but failed to shake a certain assistant in the slightest.

[Emotional Intelligence: The tone is really close, 1551, are you sure this one has nothing to do with the last one? 】

【A1551: In theory, it is absolutely impossible. 】

[A1551: Don't worry, my dear, maybe you have been a bit Mercury retrograde recently, that's why you matched similar "beep——" strategy targets twice in a row. 】

Not completely dispelling the suspicion in his heart, Qin Shang nodded vaguely, stretched out his hand to the target, and blinked.

18

After being sent back to the lounge, the lonely Gong Jun who sat on the head of the bed said angrily: I am very angry, and the Universe Thunderbolt is super angry.

(Well, I was so angry that I didn't even dare to use the exclamation point after the outbreak.)

The author has something to say:

good night~

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The two already knew each other's name Liao in the plot of this world.