MTL - The President’s Secretary Wants to Resign Everyday-Chapter 31

After a meal, I was still numbing myself with thoughts like "Did I dream during the day".

Obviously I failed.

I drove the CEO home, but the CEO wouldn't let me leave, so he carried me on his back and walked into the bedroom.

The president grabbed my waist tightly, and said in a low and domineering voice, "Woman, it is your duty as a fiancee to serve me well in bed."

No no no, don't say it anymore, this book will be caught in the river!

I wanted to cry and slap his back, "President, first of all, I didn't promise to be your fiancee..."

The president seemed to hear some big joke, "Why?"

Isn’t this finished thing still a young child who has never been in love? "President, if you want someone else to be your wife, you can't just rely on threats and intimidation. You have to pursue it first."

The president's breath is cold and unusual, and the warning is obvious, "Woman, the benefits you can get from this marriage..."

I preemptively conducted a series of soul tortures to the president, "Do I have a gambler father who will be chopped off if I don't pay back the loan sharks? Do I have an elderly grandfather who is sick and hospitalized and needs money urgently? Bankrupt family group that desperately needs a capital injection?"

The president was lost in thought.

Taking advantage of the CEO's distracted thinking, I broke free from the CEO and jumped to the ground, "Nothing at all, right?

The president's cold words sounded faintly behind him, "Secretary, you have changed."

I stopped.

I don't know why, but I felt a hint of sadness.

Think about it calmly, indeed...it seems so.

I really seem to be getting more grumpy and impatient with the president.

This was not the case when I first started.

He is the boss and my attitude is wrong.

I have reflected on it several times, but I have not corrected it. It is impossible to continue like this.

I coughed twice with a guilty conscience, turned around with a smirk, and explained the process of normal human love and marriage to the president who was most likely a virgin, "You have to pursue first, it means that you The girl agrees to fall in love with you, you can express your long-cherished wish to go on together again, and the other party will consider whether to marry you or not."

The president stretched out his knuckled fingers and touched the tip of his nose, "Pursuit?"

Although I have never been in love, I have seen a lot of sweet TV series, "Well, just eat, watch movies, send flowers, go shopping, go to the playground, and don't do it from time to time. Forgot to give a few gifts that the other person likes."

"Shopping?" The president handed me a familiar black card, "Take it and swipe it."

"It doesn't mean to let the woman go shopping by herself, but to let you and the other party enjoy the fun of shopping together."

While explaining with a smile, I calmly accepted the black card.

Password 123456, I have not forgotten.

Although it is wrong to swipe someone else's credit card, please accept it first to be prepared.

Hey hey.

The president glanced at me dissatisfied, "Secretary, why don't you wear the clothes I bought for you, and shoes?"

…

My eyes squinted, "What clothes?"

The president looked at me quietly without speaking.

I was cowardly and answered honestly: "...Sold."

A hint of inquiry appeared between the president's eyebrows, "Woman, don't you like it?"

I weighed the answer between "I don't like it" and "I'm greedy for money" for a third of a second, and immediately made an accurate judgment, "Yes, I don't like it."

I didn't like it and didn't throw it away, but sold it to those in need.

I am a person of great character.

Sounds like a centimeter higher than a person who resells other people's gifts.

After self-brainwashing, I cleared my throat and made a high-level summary, "Anyway, just follow what the emotional tutor taught you last time."

Although I don't want to admit it, I was actually a little bit more careful that time.

The president held his chin in his hand and narrowed his eyes thoughtfully, "The bed..."

So, that's it, rest early, good night and goodbye."

I ran out of the president's mansion as if running away.

I woke up the next morning and went to work as usual.

The moment I opened the door, I almost went blind.

The bodyguards in suits and black sunglasses stood neatly and shouted up to the sky: "Future! Come! Husband! People! Morning! Go! Good!"

Awesome.

A black suit bowed ninety degrees and opened the door.

The bodyguards bowed and raised their hands in unison, shouting in unison: "Please! Future! Come! Husband! People! Get in! Car!"

Deafening.

I remembered the grand occasion when I was in school when I was in military training.

It was the rush hour of work, many pedestrians stopped to watch, and some people took out their mobile phones to record and take pictures.

I raised my backpack to cover my face and ran into the car at a speed that could cause a heart attack.

Buried his face in his bag and sat in the back seat, meditating three times in his mind, "President, don't be in the car."

I opened my eyes with a twisted expression.

The president was sitting next to him, woohoo.

I decided to pretend to be blind and took out my phone to read the morning news.

】…

My fingers holding the phone turned white from too much force.

The president's long legs flexed slightly, leaning on one side, slowly leaning towards me, "Didn't you say you want to buy a favorite gift? You don't want any clothes, shoes or bags, oh, woman, you know that in order to do whatever you want Well, how much thought did I put into it? Huh?"

I pinched my eyebrows, pretended to be deaf, and looked out the window.

Then I regret the decision to look away.

The big screen in the square, the stop sign in the light box of the subway station and the bus stop, and the rolling advertisement space at the rear of the taxi are all my ID photos on a white background.

That's all.

My big face is put on the advertising space of every skyscraper with glass curtain wall in CBD.

The lighting technology showed magnificent fireworks, which exploded on my big face one by one.

A cloudy teardrop slid from the corner of my gulched eye.

…

Company, here we are.

The car slowly stopped at the entrance of Batian Building. The two rows of black suits had already stood at attention.

"Welcome! Welcome! Future! Come! Husband! People! Go! Work!"

Little Hei opened the door for me.

With a bang, the red carpet was rolled out.

"Claps-" a few times, the firecrackers rang.

Out of the corner of her eye, she vaguely caught sight of the band.

I ran to the elevator with my bag again.

Of course, there is no doubt that elevator projection commercials and TV commercials are also me.

The scrolling is a very old-fashioned slideshow, which makes one wonder if it was made by the president himself.

The first thing I did when I got to the station, I called Gao, the director of the public relations department, "Miss Gao, those advertising spots that can be removed will be removed, and those that cannot be removed will be replaced by tyrants. It's an advertising case for Tian's products."

"Ha...cough, ok, ok, ok, ok." Minister Gao's voice seemed to be laughing and trying to hold back, which sounded very painful.

With no room for her to continue laughing at me, I hung up quickly.

The president is haunted, "Secretary, come to my office."

I was obsessed with the startup screen facing the computer screen, pretending not to hear.

The president stopped beside me, "Then say it here."

I stood up with a swish, "No, I'll go in now, you wait."

I don't know how many colleagues are listening on the door of the secretary room now, and they can't say anything here.

I stepped into the president's office with a tragic heart.

The president handed me a stack of documents, "Sign."

I took a look, "Contract Marriage".

Huh? Could it be that the president's father mentioned a prenuptial agreement that promises the husband and wife to jointly share the post-nuptial property?

Then read it carefully.

I sat down with interest and read it word by word.

Unfortunately, no, it's just a bunch of domineering and inexplicable clauses written by the president himself.

Maybe I am serious to please the president, the corner of the president's mouth slightly raised, "No problem, just sign."

I don't give a pen, I'm not sincere enough.

My smile was both professional and fake, "Please wait, I have a problem."

The proud president was startled, "Huh?"

I picked up the document and walked over to the president.

"Indentation misaligned here and here."

"The line spacing of this paragraph is not as wide as other paragraphs."

"The font size of the second-level and third-level headings is the same, but the size of the third-level and fourth-level headings is different."

"The punctuation was mistyped as a half-width symbol."

…

I asked twenty-eight questions in one sitting.

I gently put the paper back on the president's desk, smiled and nodded politely to the president, "After all, it's such an important contract, there are too many format problems, please take it back and start again. Make one."

I walked out of the president's office without looking at the president or waiting for him to speak.

The president finally silenced, probably because he fought with the word document.

At noon, I asked Minister Gao to have lunch together, and by the way, I talked about the problem of advertising space.

Minister Gao's lunch break was very tight. In order to hurry, we randomly picked a roadside stall in the back lane of the CBD and sat down.

A black suit came out of nowhere, and stopped me from trying to pay for fried noodles, "Mrs. Future, the president said, all your expenses will be charged to him on the account."

Minister Gao held back his laughter and his face flushed.

I put my hands back in my pocket with a blank expression.

Oh, that's a lot of money.