The President’s Secretary Wants to Resign Everyday

I grew silent.

I am seriously thinking about the possibility the author would let me survive after resigning from Batian Group.

He said what could be used as a typical customary sentence to end the topic, “You are the secretary, and you are responsible for making the impossible possible. It is your job, not mine.” Throwing all the burdens one me.

In line as the author’s usual style, I feel like I’ll be written to death the second I hand in my resignation letter, so forget it, take a deep breath and take a step back.

I thought hard about the solution for a long time, and tentatively put forward a feasible suggestion, “In fact, it is not completely impossible. You can try to apply for the “Domestic Breeding License” from the relevant departments The materials to be issued include the application form, veterinary technical certificate and feasibility report in duplicate.”

President nodded, “Yes, you can apply.”

It’s not as easy as it sounds; it is really difficult to implement! “However, I don’t think the heroine will like such big cats…”

“Didn’t you just say that women like small animals?” The president’s eyes sank, and his cold and slender fingers pinched my chin, “Woman, how dare you make fun of me.”

How can I explain to the President that this “little” animal is not another “little” animal? Forget it, it’s more convenient and quicker to admit the mistake directly, “I’m sorry, President, I said something wrong.”

My body began to tremble slightly, and my voice probably started to tremble.

The President frowned, and the strength in his hands suddenly became much lighter, “You don’t want me to give gifts to other women?”

You don’t even give it personally, I had to help you deliver it to the other party.

My chin was caught by the president’s hand, I couldn’t move, I couldn’t shake my head, I could only deny it verbally, without the cooperation of body language, I felt the power of words lightly, “No, president, I don’t care. You can send it as you like, you can give it to anyone, just don’t give lions or tigers.”

My tremors became larger, tears gradually formed from the corners of my eyes, and I couldn’t hold back my smile.

The President hesitated for a moment, then let go of his hand, “Woman, are you sad?”

I shook my head and said no, stood up with difficulty, leaning on the back of the seat and did not dare to move any more. It was painful like needles when I moved.

Squatting for so long, my legs are numb.

The President looked at me for a long time with a complicated expression, “Secretary, what do you like?”

I was stunned for a moment, then slowly told the truth, “Money…”