The President’s Secretary Wants to Resign Everyday

    "President, I only have 1 million in my bank account, I will transfer it to you later, and I will repay the remaining 200,000 slowly, at the bank's deposit interest rate for the same period Can I count the interest?"

    I don’t know if the other cemetery can be sold as soon as possible.

    So frustrating.

    The president's mood sounded unusually gloomy, "You don't like the gift I gave?"

    Two cemeteries, what do you like or not?

    I don't want to have any unnecessary involvement, so I still have to explain, "I don't like it, of course it doesn't mean I like it very much, it's just... It has nothing to do with liking the cemetery or not, I won't go back to the tyrant Tian Group is working, so I don't want to owe you money."

    The president raised the corners of his mouth with interest, "Very well, I have never tried the taste of being rejected, woman, you have aroused my interest. The things I want to send out, let me If you pay it back once, I will buy another piece until the entire cemetery is bought under your name."

    A gust of wind swirls from the back towards my neck, and I get goose bumps all over.

    The president was not satisfied, he added proudly: "I want the whole world to know that this cemetery was contracted by you!"

    The cemetery of the whole cemetery is under my name... Why does this sound so frightening...

    The president's warning is full of inevitability, "Woman, you are mine, don't try to escape from my palm in this life."

    No matter how I listen to it, I feel that the target of the president's words should not be me, is the president amnesia? I asked in disbelief: "President, have you forgotten the Lady Xia by the Daming Lake?"

    "You sure are because other women are jealous? You're making trouble with me, eh?" The president sighed in relief, "Oh, duplicitous little goblin."

    …

    My forehead throbbing.

    I want to jump.

    The president seemed to remember something and activated the smart car system, "Call the chairman of Batian Cemetery." The loud voice, who had not recovered from the joy after hearing this, echoed in the car, "President, do you have any other orders?"

    The president's instruction was decisive, "Rename Batian Cemetery."

    The chairman of the cemetery was stunned, "What's the name?"

    The president's tone is unquestionable, "Secretary Cemetery."

    The chairman of the cemetery didn't react for a while, and he probably went to think about whether these words had any deep meaning, "Ah?...Okay, okay."

    "TV, radio, newspapers, I don't care what method you use, online and offline, I must see the advertisements of the secretary's cemetery in various channels."

    The chairman of the Cemetery on the other end of the phone must have many question marks, "...Okay."

    The president hung up the phone with a rebellious smug gesture.

     Tears welled up in my eyes and I couldn't help but slammed my head into the car window.

    The president's complacency was palpable, "Woman, you are very touched, I know, but I don't allow you to celebrate with self-harm."

    I don't know what to say, I may look like a fool now, I exhausted the last of my patience and smirked twice, hiding my face and crying.

    The president was very confident and gave the order unhurriedly, "Come back to work."

    My tears were flowing and I couldn't stop it, "It's still not possible."

    The president's deep voice was **** and hoarse, "Woman, come back to me, eh?"

    But I quickly woke up.

    If I continue to be the secretary by the president's side, I can only continue to be a bland tool.

    This is the world created by the author, and no one can exist beyond the character set by the author.

    I shook my head firmly in rejection.

    "Damn it! What do you want me to do! Tell me, what do you want? Love, I can't give it anyway."

    The president's frustrated look in the first half of the episode made me feel a little bit distressed.

    No way! I stabilized my shaky heart, and said to myself that the president is the persona of the president, and the secretary is the persona of the tool person. No one can break such a rule.

    The second half made me want to beat him up again.

    Therefore, I want to make a request to the president that is absolutely impossible to agree with his personality, I glanced at the square next to people, "If you can go to the square and shout" I'm a big pig's hoof', I'll go back to Batian Group to work."

    The president did not look sideways, stepped on the accelerator, and quickly drove across the square.

    …

    I knew it.

    …

    In the end, the car stopped at the entrance of the parking lot of a riverside restaurant. I looked out the window and covered my mouth that I had never seen before in surprise.

    The president actually brought me to the most expensive restaurant under Batian Group.

    The president raised his arrogant celebrity face, "Have you never been to such a high-end restaurant?"

      Is the wine full, and I have never had a good meal."

    The president was stunned for a second. The boss may have never noticed what I was doing during the meal before. He smiled helplessly and sympathetically. He went to find a parking space and asked me to get out of the car and order food first. .

    Yeah, I still have to do ordering.

    I was still wearing the home clothes I bought for breakfast in the morning, the T-shirt with the brand logo that I bought from the laundry detergent in the supermarket, and the sweatpants I used to send at school club activities, and I was pulling a pair of white canvas Shoes, because I went to the cemetery to climb the mountain, got some dirt and looked dirty.

    I don't fit in with the expensive environment around me that smells of money.

    The lady who greeted the guests at the door was stunned. I guess I haven't seen anyone dressed as casually as me for so long. "Ma'am, I'm sorry, our restaurant has a dress code."

    When dinner time came, there were several people coming and going at the door of the restaurant, all looking at me up and down with contemptuous eyes.

    Poverty doesn't matter, it still makes me feel a little embarrassed that I am a professional secretary, how can I make such a low-level mistake, "Ah, sorry, I didn't pay attention to the dress code."

    The president's cold and arrogant voice sounded from behind with a biting chill, "She is my person and has a dress code?"

    Miss Yingbin was frightened, and she couldn't say anything, "President, President..."

    The eyes of the onlookers changed in an instant. Although no one spoke, I could feel the rumors and rumors surging in private through the weak pointing movements. Maybe I thought I was the president of Batian Group. Bao | What are the eight hundred and eighty-eighth-line starlets raised.

    I saw in the eyes of several women concerns about the president's choice of female partners.

    The president glanced coldly at Miss Yingbin's badge, "Miss Ying, you have been fired."

    This person is possessed by the boss again! I hurriedly grabbed the president and persuaded in a low voice, "No need, no need, it doesn't matter, Ms. Ying is just performing her job duties, there is no need to fire such a big battle. I will take a taxi home now and change my clothes, soon, you first Come in and eat, don't wait for me."

    The president looked at Miss Yingbin's eyes like ice slag, "No, I'll take you to buy clothes."

    Although the president's eyes are a little twitchy at the moment, this is definitely the most glorious moment I have known the president for so long!

    The president took me to the luxury store on the first floor of Batian Department Store next door.

    Oh my God! I want to sing a hymn for the president!

    The stinky show habit of the president's superiors is deeply rooted in the bone, "Have you been to this kind of store?"

     I nodded and shook my head again, "I often come here to choose gifts for other ladies for you, but I have never bought anything myself."

    The president didn't speak for a long time, I don't know what he was thinking, and I didn't bother to ask.

    I was immersed in the ocean of shopping.

    I was overwhelmed by the dazzling array of clothes, and the shopping guides in the whole store followed me neatly behind me to accompany me to choose, I was a little flattered.

    The president sat on the velvet sofa in the store, with his legs crossed in a suffocating posture, he opened a magazine and casually flipped through it, raised his eyelids and glanced at me, "Red, I like it Women wear red."

    The shopping guide immediately took out seven or eight red skirts and lined them up for me to choose.

    Any color is fine, the five-figure price tag made me jump back and forth in the store, and I was so happy, "You asked me to prepare a red dress for the hostess on the day of your reception. I still remember."

    Just now I thought it was okay to be poor, but it was corrupted by money in a blink of an eye, people...

    The president spoke so fast, his voice was almost inaudible, "I want you to wear it."

     "Ah? What did you say?"

    The president's thin lips were tightly closed, and he lowered his head and continued to flip through the magazine without opening his mouth.

    The shopping guides are well-trained, like robots with no emotion and no hearing, and they all seem to hear nothing.

    The atmosphere suddenly became slightly subtle.

    I ducked into the fitting room with a bewildered face.

    I don't know why, but my face turned red.

      ."

    Unfortunately, it didn't work.

    The president only bought me a skirt and a pair of high heels, and took me back to the restaurant.

    What a pity.

    The door was the same lady welcoming the guest just now, her eyes were red, and she had obviously cried.

    After all, it was because of my mistake, I patted the lady on the shoulder and comforted her: "Don't worry, I won't leave."

    Miss Yingbin smiled at me, and the words "strong face and happy smile" seemed to be engraved on her face.

    I stopped the culprit, "President, right?"

    The President is unresponsive.

    I stood on tiptoe and leaned close to the president's ear, "I'm still considering whether to resign or not."

    The president glanced at Miss Yingbin and said "um" without emotion.

    "Thank you!" Miss Yingbin burst into tears and bowed deeply to the president.

    The president has walked over, and I helped Miss Yingbin, "Miss Ying, you did nothing wrong."

    The president turned around under the dim light not far away, "Secretary, come here."

    Maybe it's because the blurred lights are too swaying, or maybe it's because of the overflowing fragrance of wine.

    I don't know why, but I suddenly feel that this big pig's hoof is really cute today.