Please sign for your sand sculpture

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The next morning, in front of the office, Qin Shang politely knocked on the closed door.

After a flurry of noises, the target's generally happy but slightly tense voice came from inside: "Enter."

Qin Shang pushed down the doorknob, pushed the door open, and the first thing that came into his eyes was a large piece of beautiful flesh.

【A1551: (⊙o⊙) Wow. 】

Qin Shang: "..."

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With a click, the opened door closed again.

Wei Fu waited patiently for 3 minutes, but no one outside the door wanted to come in again.He had no choice but to put away the poses he had studied all night, and picked up the shirt cover that was draped over the back of the chair to put it on.

After buttoning the buttons, he paused, unbuttoned the top two buttons, and pulled the neckline down again, ignoring the coat and tie thrown on the bed in the lounge, and walked to open the door.

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"Why are you so shy?"

Facing the verbal teasing from his unscrupulous boss, Qin Shang refused to answer, and handed him a breakfast meal—a very friendly soy milk stick with spring rolls, and some old godmother.

Qin Shang's eyes meaningfully passed over the faintly bulging pimple on the target's head, and stopped at the pity in the target's eyes.

I don't know what to regret.

After taking a bite of the bread, Qin Shang said hello, and slid down to his seat with astonishing agility, successfully dodging the hand that was holding the plastic bag and seemed to be reaching out.

【A1551: My dear, why do you want to avoid it?Physical contact is helpful for Raiders. 】

[Emotional intelligence: beware of fraud. 】

【A1551: Huh? 】

[Emotional intelligence: Considering the bad character of the target, I am worried that he will use a plastic bag to smear my face. 】

Although I think it is defiant to label the target as "bad" just because of an unserious sentence, but thinking that the person who put the label is his own binder, A1551 thinks it is completely understandable.So I reopened a topic:

[A1551: By the way, dear, the observation field of our brain can ignore obstacles, so——]

【A1551: What do you want pictures of the target with a topless body?I took several pictures! 】

Qin Shang almost choked on the bread in his mouth, and unnaturally glanced at someone sitting next to him eating spring rolls.

[Emotional intelligence: delete. 】

【A1551: Alright. 】

Zhinao turned around and stuffed the photos into the hidden folder of the database, together with countless yellow waste that has not been deleted.

It's quite obsequious.

It is impossible to delete, not possible in this life, no matter how sublimated the data core is, it will not work.After all, it is so eye-catching, it would be a pity to lose it.

A1551: hum.

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Feeling Qin Xiaoshang's gaze on him, Wei Fu quietly made a pair of scissors hands in his heart: the plan is clear, yay!

Ready for the next step!

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After yesterday's "mascot" boring work and this morning's bizarre incident, Assistant Qin finally has something serious to do—data entry.

Although the profession is not right, this kind of thing is not difficult, just be careful.

After busying for an hour and a half, I finally had a real sense of work.

After reconfirming that the last thing on the paper document was to send things to the Finance Department, Qin Shang pressed the Enter key and let out a long breath, feeling extremely fulfilled.

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All the while paying attention to his progress, Wei Fu coughed lightly at the right time, "Finished?"

"Ah."

"Oh, that……"

Wei Fu tapped the table with his fingers through the thick layer of A4 paper to ease his excitement.

"I have already sent it to Manager Zhang of the Finance Department."

A sentence that should have been like a cannonball, "Then send it to me first, I will forward it to Zhang San, do you have my WeChat? Add it" stuck in his throat, Wei Fu stared at Qin Shang in a daze Standing up from the seat, he watched him pick up the cup at the corner of the table and walk out of the office, and watched the door of the office close slowly, only to hear a slam.

——That was the broken voice of Plan-kun.

——It was also the sound of heartbreak.

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and many more!

Why did Qin Xiaoshang send it directly to Zhang San? !When did they exchange contact information! ! !

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I'm Zhang San, I'm a little cold.

The author has something to say:

Glad to hear, Wei Fu has completely transformed from the domineering president at the beginning to a sand sculpture. ╮(￣▽￣")╭