Chapter 108.1 (2/2)

”I am. I am.”

When Liang Xiaoyu hears the cold words from the president's office, he immediately opens the door and appears in front of Xin Zezhao.

Xin Zezhao's white and cyan veins were clearly visible, and his hands were beating gently on the table rhythmically. He narrowed his peach blossom eyes slightly and squinted at Liang Xiaoyu in front of him.

Leisurely open mouth: ”cool secretary, very busy.”

Although it was a flat tone, Liang Xiaoyu still smelled a smell of gunpowder.

”No, no matter how busy you are, you can't be too busy.”

”Oh, yes. My president is here to deal with what should have been done by the Secretary, but my secretary is busy talking about stars and moon, from poetry to life ideal. ”

Liang Xiaoyu is confused by Xin Zezhao's words, but when he gets used to Xin Zezhao's frequent wind, Liang Xiaoyu is indifferent. He purses his mouth and smiles, revealing his two pear vortices.

”Does Xin always have something to explain?”

”This, this, and this. Finish it for me today.”

Xin Zezhao impolitely points to the information piled on the table and throws it all to Liang Xiaoyu.

”Ah

”Well? Can't you do it? ”

Cool eyes bring bursts of biting coolness, let cool small consciousness to shake his head.

”Don't hurry! Besides, there's a party in the evening. You're going

Liang Xiaoyu looks down at his T-shirt and jeans, which he matches at will for convenience. He looks at Xin Zezhao in embarrassment, and then receives Xin Zezhao's disgusting eyes.

”You can say that you are a woman.”

”Of course, compared with Xin Zong, who looks as beautiful as pan an, any woman is ashamed of herself in front of you.”