Don’t Be a Secretary For a Genius

    Jing You and Jiang Shengyan returned to their apartment in the center of the city.

    There is only one building in this residential complex called AD 2000, with a total height of 20 floors and one household on each floor. The community is separated from people and vehicles, covered with green plants, and has an independent beauty spa and swimming club.

    Jiang Shengyan held the doorknob, the facial recognition system quickly completed the scan, and the door opened with a beep.

    Jiang Shengyan held the door sideways, giving Jing You a way to enter and leave the house.

    As soon as Jing You stepped in, the lights in the room turned on by themselves, soft and comfortable.

    The indoor temperature is constant throughout the year, with the most advanced ventilation system, even in summer, there is no sultry feeling.

    Jing You changed into his home clothes and went into the bathroom to take a shower.

    The bathroom is surrounded by soft light music, which makes people relieve the tension and fatigue of the day.

    Jiang Shengyan put Jing You's clothes into the laundry bag before entering the bathroom of the guest bedroom.

    It's not so much a guest bedroom, it's better to say that this is Jiang Shengyan's bedroom. Here are her toiletries and a change of clothes. And no one else will set foot on it.

    Bathroom.

    Under the shower, Jiang Shengyan closed his eyes. The water ran down her cheeks, down her neck, her collarbone, and every inch of her delicate and silky skin.

    The jazz from the surround sound - slightly intoxicated and lazy, people can't help but be addicted to it.

    Jiang Shengyan heard the sound of rushing water in his ears, and inadvertently came to his mind the image of Jing You standing under the shower, drenched in water.

    Aware of his absence, Jiang Shengyan immediately rubbed his face with his hands, opened his eyes, abandoned distracting thoughts, and accelerated the speed of taking a bath.

    In the diffused water mist, Jiang Shengyan's face was flushed red. The fairy's face, which was not stained with fine dust, had a little more mortal aura.

    Jing You came out of the bathroom wearing a burgundy bathrobe, her hair still dripping. It was obvious that she found it troublesome not to wipe her hair properly.

    Jiang Shengyan had long taken a towel and waited for Jing You at the door. As soon as people came out, Jiang Shengyan put the towel on Jing You's head and rubbed it for a while.

    Jing You closed his eyes and said, "Just put your head in the dryer and dry it, why bother to wipe it with your hands? Don't you believe in the negative ion dryer I invented? ?"

    Jiang Shengyan: "For an elderly person like me, I like to do it myself."

    Jing You: "Secretary Jiang is so worried that it is easy to get wrinkles."

    Jiang Shengyan ignored Jing You and wiped her hair with a towel, then pushed her to sit in front of the dresser and took out the hairdryer.

    Jiang Shengyan pushed aside Jingyou's hair layer by layer, letting the blower blow two or three centimeters away from the roots of the hair, with skilled movements.

    Jiang Sheng said, "You will turn into a little lion after the dryer blows. Don't you want me to help you tidy up tomorrow morning?"

    "How can Secretary Jiang say so exaggerated, it's just a little messy." Jing You said, "And I don't care."

    Jiang Shengyan smiled, "Let the boss go out with messy hair, my secretary will be deducted from my salary."

    Jing You: "Alright then." The tone was helpless.

    For a while, the only sound left in the room was the whirring sound of the hair dryer.

    The sweet scent of Jing You diffused.

      There seemed to be an unknowable force pulling her to lean down and touch the smooth neck.

    Jiang Shengyan leaned forward a few degrees.

    … Then she suddenly returned to her senses and continued to focus on blowing her hair, her complexion as usual.

    Jing You was unaware of these, she was immersed in her own world, thinking about how to improve an automatic dryer that was no less than manual action.

    Next day.

    Jiang Shengyan followed Jingyou and walked into Jingteng Building together.

    As soon as Jing You appeared, the staff who were rushing to the elevator at a speed of life and death all focused on Jing You, as if they had entered a slow motion mode.

    A male employee who was running away glanced back and bumped into the back of the female employee in front.

    The female staff slapped her backhand and said, "Rogue!" The voice was shrill and penetrating.

    Jing You naturally wouldn't notice this.

    She didn't look away, and walked straight to the transparent capsule elevator in the middle of the building - this is the elevator for the president, with an independent power supply system, even if the building is powered off, it can still operate normally.

    Just as Jing You walked one meter away from the elevator door, the elevator door opened automatically.

    Jiang Shengyan followed, and the elevator went up.

    In the lobby on the first floor, the staff who were tired from crowding the subway and the elevator suddenly had new vitality.

    The beauty of the president can prolong his life, it is true!

    Ding.

    The elevator reaches the 29th floor.

    Jing You stepped out of the elevator door, and the employees belonging to the secretary room got up one after another. "Good morning, Mr. Jing."

    "Morning." Jing You replied.

    The door of the president's office automatically opens to both sides.

    Inside is a huge circular space, on the left is a black guest sofa, leaning against the window, surrounded by a semi-arc; there is a slightly smaller circular area in the middle, which is a place to go down There is a holographic image console in the middle of the three steps, which can be used for remote meetings; three steps on the right side are a game capsule; the innermost part facing the door is an irregular shape office desk.

    No redundant decoration, simple and bright.

    Jing You walked into the office.

    Jiang Shengyan was sitting outside the office of the president.

    Several people from the secretary's office suddenly gathered around Jiang Shengyan, and a young girl with square glasses asked, "The new secretary has been fired again?" Anxiety could be heard.

    Jiang Shengyan nodded with a smile on his lips.

    A man who was about to become bald in the Mediterranean sighed heavily, his thick and black eyebrows were drawn in the shape of an "eight", which looked like a character that only appeared in a cartoon.

    He said: "Three secretaries were fired in a month, and I, the manager, don't know when I'm going to get out of my ass. They are all highly educated elites who are proficient in at least four languages. Each one of them looks quite clever, and they are rushing to give away their heads! You say it's weird!"

    This man is Manager Zhen of the Secretary Office. He looks very festive, his expression is very magical, and his work is very unrestrained. He is nicknamed Tai Er Zhenren.

    Jiang Shengyan comforted: "Manager Zhen, don't worry, this matter can't be blamed entirely on you, and I will strictly check the next recruitment."

    Manager Zhen licked her fat lips and looked very nervous.

    "That... Secretary Jiang thinks...is it an urgent matter to recruit a secretary?"

    In fact, what he wanted to say was that if Secretary Jiang could last a while alone, it would be great.

    Jiang Shengyan nodded at Manager Zhen, with a bright smile. "I would be very happy if someone could come for an interview in the afternoon."

    Manager Zhen seemed to be deprived of oxygen, his eyelids rolled upwards, revealing the whites of his eyes, his fleshy lips trembled a few times, his nostrils suddenly widened, and he took a deep breath of fresh air.

     "Secretary Jiang, don't worry, I'll fish in the ocean to see if I can find a needle. Our dignified Jingteng Group can't even recruit a secretary, haha. …Ha ha…"

    Manager Zhen really can't laugh, it's really more difficult to recruit a suitable secretary for a dignified Jingteng Group.

    If he really sets the record of four secretaries fired by the president in one month, I am afraid it is not far from packing up and going home.

    Jiang Shengyan smiled and said: "Everyone, go back to work, don't worry too much, Mr. Jing is just a little bit more demanding of the people around him, and won't dismiss employees for no reason, come on!"

    Several people in the secretary room scattered and returned to their workstations. The girl with square glasses just whispered to her colleague next to her: "Sister Yan is my idol. If I were to face Mr. Jing at close range every day and just look at that face, my mind would probably go blank. Besides, I think she is the only one who can deal with someone as harsh as the president."

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    These words drifted into Jiang Shengyan's ears without a word.

    Her eyebrows trembled.

    This level is nothing compared to when I first met Jing You.

    Jiang Shengyan couldn't help thinking.

    …When did she start to have masochistic tendencies?

    In the office.

    Jing You's stomach suddenly growled.

    Jing You was like a big enemy, and picked up the inside line: "Secretary Jiang, come in, I'm not very good."

    Soon, Jiang Shengyan appeared in front of Jingyou.

    "Boss, what's the matter?"

    Jing You whispered to Jiang Shengyan as if he was talking about a big secret, "I seem to be hungry."

    Jiang Shengyan kept smiling and said, "I'll prepare snacks for you."

    Jing You shook his head, looking nervous.

    "Secretary Jiang, I will never be hungry at this time. Is there something wrong with my body? Secretary Jiang thinks that I should stop all work now and ask the doctor to give me a comprehensive physical examination ?"

    Jiang Shengyan assured Jing You, "The boss's body will be fine. You just need to rest now and eat something."

    She is accustomed to Jing You's nonsensical worries.

    Jing You rubbed his brow bone with his middle finger, pondered for a few seconds, and said, "Then I trust Secretary Jiang."

    After a pause, she added: "I want to eat cookies with chocolate chips."

    "Okay, boss." Jiang Shengyan grinned and turned to go out.

    Jing You tapped his temple with his fingertips, and said to himself: "Brain, I order you to stop running and don't consume my calories!"

    Jiang Shengyan genuinely doubts: Jing You will still look like this when he is eighty years old.

    At this moment, a picture flashed in Jiang Shengyan's mind—

    On the bed, Jingyou is like a seductive flower, attracting people to pick.

    When the battle was in full swing, Jing You changed his face and said, "Secretary Jiang, I order you to stop exercising and not consume my calories!"

    Jiang Shengyan was shocked.

    The smile fades away…

    The author has something to say:  Jing Jiaohua: Secretary Jiang, I order you to stop exercising and not consume my calories!

    Nanny Jiang: Give you some milk to replenish your strength.

    Xiaoguagua: I solemnly declare that the author has no knowledge of the chat content of the heroine (dog head