MTL - Rival In Love Says He Must Marry Me-Chapter 11 you can leave

  Chapter 11 You can leave

   When Xiao Jiuhan arrived at the company, it was just eight o'clock in the morning, except for a few people who were in charge of security and cleaning logistics, there were almost no other people in sight.

   "Mr. Xiao? Are you so early?"

  The young guy who was on duty at the gate had just rushed back from the bathroom when he saw Xiao Jiuhan standing quietly waiting at the closed gate, and was startled.

   "Open the door."

"Oh yes."

The young man on duty looked at Xiao Jiuhan's tall and straight back and walked towards the elevator, muttering to himself: "Mr. Xiao is so handsome, how can a man look so good-looking? If I look like Mr. Xiao, then I don't have to The door was guarded by others. Wait, Mr. Xiao came so early, so the company is really going to close down, right? Oh, then am I going to lose my job? "

  The elevator dedicated to the president goes straight to the top floor of the building.

  After getting out of the elevator, the entire floor was empty. Shiny handmade leather shoes stepped on the floor, and the sound of elegant and capable footsteps echoed in the corridor.

  In the president's office, the folders on the desk are piled up like a mountain, and it looks like they haven't been sorted out for several days.

  Xiao Jiuhan noticed that the empty space of the desk was covered with a thin layer of dust, and immediately raised his eyebrows sternly.

  Obviously, the president's secretary can leave now.

   After an hour, there was only the sound of the computer keyboard being tapped rapidly in the office, and the ten fingers seemed to be jumping on the piano keys, clean and crisp, without muddling.

   It was almost nine o'clock, the company gradually became noisy, and employees went to work one after another.

Zhuo Lin, secretary to the president, wore an OL-style ultra-short tight skirt, delicate makeup, and ten-centimeter high-heeled shoes. She sat at her post at 9:20, put hot coffee on the table, and put on makeup from her pocket. He took out a lipstick from his bag and prepared to touch up his makeup in the mirror.

  The intercom phone on the desk rang suddenly.

  Zhuo Lin didn't take it seriously, and pressed the button with her bright red nails: "What's the matter?"

  She only thought that the people below had something to ask for instructions, and her tone was casual.

  However, a cold voice came from the phone—

"Come in."

  The lipstick in Zhuo Lin's hand poked **** her lips, almost hitting her teeth.

   This voice is…

  She hurriedly looked at the display screen, the CEO's office.

  She didn't panic, but was a little annoyed. How did the people below do things? No one has notified her that the president is here, so don't you want to do it?

  Zhuo Lin carefully straightened the slightly wrinkled skirt, and pushed open the door of the president's office.

   "Mr. Xiao, are you looking for me?"

  Xiao Jiuhan sat behind the desk, crossed his hands in front of his chest, and looked at her faintly.

  The short silver hair was styled with hairspray, and a few strands fell between the temples, eyebrows and eyes, chic and unrestrained.

  Sunlight poured into the office through the large floor-to-ceiling windows, as if covering her whole body with a layer of noble and compelling golden light.

  Zhuo Lin suppressed the amazement in her heart, her red lips had drawn a charming arc.

  Xiao Jiuhan tilted his head slightly, his sharp eyes examined the female secretary in front of him who was "seducing" her.

   "Passionate red rose, the lipstick color is well chosen."

  Xiao Jiuhan's tone was calm and indifferent, without any emotion.

   Zhuo Lin was elated. A man cast his eyes on a woman's red lips. She knew exactly what it meant.

  At the moment, the smile is more charming and bright: "It is my honor to make Mr. Xiao like it.

  Xiao Jiuhan moved the corners of his mouth coldly, and said slowly and clearly in an authentic British accent: "You'refired."

  Zhuo Lin paused as she approached the desk gracefully, her smile froze.

  (end of this chapter)