Lay Down My Bad Husband

Otherwise, a graduate student of a business school can be more than enough to be a secretary to a department director, even to the chairman of the board.

Therefore, Fang Ziqing's first day at work was hated by all the women in the same department.

After introducing her department colleagues, Fang Ziqing was brought to her desk. As the Secretary of the Department Director, Fang Ziqing's desk is naturally in the nearest place to the director's office.

When she came to the desk, Fang Ziqing subconsciously looked into Tang Jun's office where the door was open. Although the door was open, there was no one inside.

"Don't look. The director has gone to a meeting. He's not in." The original Director Secretary glanced at Fang Ziqing, cool tunnel.

If she didn't want to go to another city with her husband, she would not have quit such a good job, and she would have been able to look at such a pleasant boss every day.

Fang Ziqing light smile, polite way, "this is my first formal job, work, a lot of things I don't understand, the next week, please give me more advice."

A week's work handover time, a week later, the original secretary left.

The secretary looked at Fang Ziqing and raised her lips with a smile. She handed a pile of thick materials to Fang Ziqing and said, "copy this pile of materials and send them to all colleagues in the Department."

Fang Ziqing took over, "how many colleagues in the Department?"

"I can't count myself!"

Fang Ziqing, "..."

Fang Ziqing counted the number of colleagues in the Department three times, because the colleagues kept walking around, and she didn't determine the number of people in the Department in the end.

Finally, in order to be on the safe side, she made several more copies, and then gave each one one. When she finished, she had three copies left.

"There are 27 colleagues in the Department and 28 directors. Remember, don't waste company resources next time." The original Secretary stares at Fang Ziqing's extra materials and doesn't look at her directly.

Fang Ziqing, a good tempered girl, bowed her head and breathed a sigh. She answered honestly, "I'll remember it next time."

Back at her desk, she suddenly remembered that she was in a hurry to urinate and wanted to go to the toilet. Although she knew that the original Secretary didn't like her very much, Fang Ziqing asked her how to get to the toilet.

"Go straight, turn right and then turn left."

"Thank you."

According to the original secretary's direction, Fang Ziqing was sure to stride to the toilet. Because she was in a hurry to urinate, she went straight. After turning right and left, she saw a door. She didn't even have time to look up. It was marked with a men's toilet or a women's toilet, so she pushed the door directly.

So, when she got into the toilet and was ready to find the compartment, she looked up and saw the profile of the man standing by the urinal nearby, supporting her little brother in urination.

The profile, so familiar, overlapped with the figure that appeared countless times in the dream.

Listen to that "Hua la..." Fang Ziqing's voice and vision moved down slightly. She thought of the spoof messages from yesterday's classmates. Fang Ziqing's head was blank. She was stunned in the same place. Her beautiful face was as red as the red clouds. Even if she put on light makeup, she couldn't hide it.

Because when Fang Ziqing came in, there was too much noise, and then there was no sound at all, which attracted Tang Jun's curiosity for a moment.

The side head looks toward the direction of the door. When he sees Fang Ziqing staring at him at the door, Tang Jun immediately sinks his face.

"Fang Ziqing, get out."

Tang Jun's unfriendly command tone makes Fang Ziqing suddenly come back to her senses. She looks up at Tang Jun, and the next second, she turns around and runs away.

One breath rushed back to the desk, see is tapping the keyboard, a face of the former Secretary, Fang Ziqing relaxed, angry geology asked, "you are intentional?"

The former secretary looked at the embarrassed Fang Ziqing lightly and asked, "what's on purpose?"

"Toilet."

"Oh, it's like I made a mistake." The former Secretary said with a smile, "but you don't have eyes. Don't you know how to look?"

Fang Ziqing, "..."

Indeed, if she could have a look before she rushed in, she would not have been so embarrassed just now.

Seeing that Fang Ziqing didn't speak and her face was flushed, the former secretary was interested again. He asked her in a low voice, "Hey, what do you see? Is it embarrassing?"

Fang Ziqing raises her eyes to see the former Secretary, only to find that Tang Jun has stridden over not far away. Her face is embarrassed, and she quickly lowers her head.

"Say, are you..."

"Wincy, come to my office." Just as the former Secretary got up and wanted to break the casserole curiously, Tang Jun's deep voice came from behind.

The former Secretary stood straight and nodded, "yes, young commander."

Although Tang Jun is handsome and sunny in his ordinary days, it's just in front of people he likes and likes. In work, it's not like that at all. Otherwise, at the age of less than 25, he can't hold down a group of sales elites, even if he is Tang dingnian's son.Fang Ziqing stood in the same place, buried her head low, trying to reduce her sense of existence. When Tang Jun passed in front of her, she even stopped breathing.

Until Tang Jun and Wincy entered the office together, and then the door was closed, and the space was isolated, she was relieved and went back to her desk and sat down. However, there was a paste in her brain, and she couldn't do anything.

Soon, about three minutes later, Wincy came out of Tang Jun's office. Then, with a black face, he knocked on Fang Ziqing's desk, "young commander told you to go in."

In a daze, Fang Ziqing suddenly returns to her senses. Naturally, she knows that young commander refers to Tang Jun.

At the moment, she had to drill a hole in front of the boss, but she had to go in.

Burying her head in front of Tang Jun's desk, Fang Ziqing didn't dare look up at him. She bit the corner of her lip. Finally, she summoned up her courage and said, "young commander, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it just now."

Tang Jun stares at the computer screen for a moment. After reading an e-mail, he clicks on the reply again. Ten fingers fly like flying clouds and flowing water, knocking on the keyboard. He doesn't look at Fang Ziqing at all, as if she doesn't exist at all.

The more Tang Jun doesn't speak, the more nervous Fang Ziqing is. When she thinks of the picture just now, she even has the impulse to bite off her tongue.

She sees where not good, just want to stare at Tang Jun there to see.