Sir, Please Conduct Yourself

Especially when she accidentally raises her head in the office, she happens to see ah zhe sitting less than one meter away. Her heart unconsciously speeds up the beating frequency. The sound of "bang bang" seems to flow along the blood. She can hear it very clearly, and her face will become red and hot unconsciously.

Although she has repeatedly reminded herself that she must work hard and concentrate on nothing, sometimes her eyes are fixed on some documents, but her mind unconsciously comes up with the scenes of romance novels she has seen before.

A man and a woman, in such a narrow space, always dry firewood and fire and so on... Think about it, people are too shy to stop.

But every time she thought of this, her face was not red, and her restless little flame was put out by ah Zhe's cold and upright appearance.

He sat there upright for a whole morning. If there was no internal phone call from mu Yunshen, he would have been sitting in a straight posture, and his face was always a grim expression.

On her first day at work, she wanted to make fun of him to ease the atmosphere, but he taught her a good lesson, and she was forced to borrow this staff code from him and take it home to have a look.

Thinking of this, mu xiaorou could not help twitching.

She could not help but start to suspect that those love stories were all fake, or that the one in front of her was an undercover disguised as firewood, and inside was actually a steel bar that could not be penetrated by fire and knife, and was also coated with thick fire retardant paint. No matter how hot the fire was on her side, she could not get close to him.

All of a sudden, a telephone rang in the office. After several rings, no one answered.

Ah zhe looked up and found that it was mu xiaorou's phone, and the young lady was holding her chin, looking at the empty air with a sad face.

The corner of a zhe mouth smoked to smoke, called to want to remind her to answer a telephone, "young lady, telephone, young lady?"

Mu xiaorou still keeps the original posture, seems to fall into some kind of deep thinking, is struggling.

“......”

But under, ah zhe had to stand up and walk past, lightly touched on her shoulder, "Miss?"

"Ah? Ah! What's the matter? " Mu xiaorou suddenly reacts and looks at her as if waking up from a dream. Her panic is no less than that of being accosted by aliens on the street.

"... call, young master is looking for you."

Mu xiaorou was stunned for a moment and blinked. It seemed that a zhe was speaking some complicated alien language, but she didn't understand it at all.

Ah zhe saw that he couldn't make sense with her, but the phone was still ringing. He simply picked it up for her and put the microphone close to her ear.

Before mu xiaorou could react, she heard from the microphone that her little uncle was obviously angry. "Mu xiaorou, is that how you work? What have you been doing since the phone has been ringing for such a long time? "

Mu Yunshen, the president of Mu's group, created an unwritten rule for the secretary department he set up. There is a fixed line telephone on the corner of each person's desk, which is specially used to connect the company's internal lines, and each telephone has a different number. Mu Yunshen can directly dial the number if he wants to call, and the telephone must be picked up within five rings.

Mu xiaorou was stunned, and the phone had been ringing for more than ten times.

Although she was still one floor away, she always felt that she could clearly feel her little uncle's anger climbing out along the telephone line, with goose bumps on her arm.

She instinctively raised her head and gave ah zhe a look for help, but the latter didn't seem to feel her meaning at all, and still looked at her.

Mu xiaorou heart broken to take back the line of sight, hard scalp whispered, "I just... Went to the toilet, did not hear, just came back."

Mu Yun deep mouth a smoke, "... Forget it, you come up, I have something to tell you."