My CP is sending out sugar everyday

48 He is light on me

Although the dinner is called a dinner, the set time starts at 9 a.m., during which there will be entertainment activities such as performances, and the meals are self-service options.

Wen Zhixia is not familiar with his company. Except for his secretary He Zhi'an, he didn't know anyone, so he simply found a place to eat.

Gu Baichuan preached on the stage.

It's not inspiring to talk about the ideals of life. Now it's the mid-term, and the results of the first half of the year are converted into performance and direct discovery.

There are no gifts either.

Gu Baichuan doesn't like to play those fake things. He won't ask anyone to buy mooncake frozen dumplings during the Spring Festival. Isn't it good to pay directly and let employees buy something they like?

Why waste this money?

Wen Zhixia only took a piece of cake. These cakes were carefully made by pastry chefs found by Gu Baichuan from France. They tasted very good, unlike the cheap cakes in the buffet.

He Zhi'an looked around the venue and didn't see Wen Zhixia. He still came down to this corner at Gu Baichuan's motion. He turned in and saw Wen Zhixia eating.

He Zhi'an: "Sir, what can I do for you?"

Wen Zhixia has been paying attention to the stage. It is said that the man who focuses on his career is the most handsome, not to mention that there is a love filter now.

I didn't find anyone approaching when I was focused on it.

Wen Zhixia: "How did you come here?"

He Zhi'an put the lunch box in his hand on the table, took out the dishes in plate by plate, and said with a smile, "The boss specifically told him not to neglect his little wife. Do you think I dare not to come?"

Wen Zhixia tapped on the table with his fingertips and said thoughtfully, "Your temper really goes to your boss."

"Secretary, that must be in line with the boss's personality, otherwise one thing will match and fight every minute."

It's still the kind of secretary who sulked and dared not squeak, poking secretly... to fight.

There is no war of gunpowder in the office.

After arranging the food, He Zhi'an handed Wen Zhixia a pair of clean chopsticks. "Sir, try these. If you have anything else you want to eat, please tell me. I'll order takeaway for you."

Wen Zhixia took the chopsticks and put them aside. "I'm not hungry yet. You can eat it."

I was full after eating a piece of cake. I was too tired to eat when I got off the plane.

He Zhi'an said, "The dinner will last for a long time. If you don't eat, the boss should be worried again."

Wen Zhixia had no choice but to hold his forehead, "I just don't want to eat now, not on a hunger strike."

He Zhi'an nodded. Just when Wen Zhixia thought he understood what he meant, He Zhi'an said, "Then I'll tell the boss."

Wen Zhixia: "????"

If you can't say it, just complain, right?

Wen Zhixia sighed and pulled him back, "Don't go, I'll eat."

He Zhi'an: "Then you eat it. I'll watch you eat it."

Wen Zhixia: "...Do you have any quirks?"

"No."

"That's why Kashiwakawa asked you to stare at me here and wait for me to finish my last bite?"

"...No."