Letong grits her teeth and stares at the closed door with a silent fist. Then she reluctantly drags Ji Rui's luggage into the master bedroom.

For Ji Rui packing this kind of thing, Letong is no stranger.

After all, she has been Ji Rui's Secretary for half a year. Ji Rui travels at least five or six times a month. Most of the time, she goes with him.

However, the mood this time is obviously different from that of any other time in the past.

If there is no accident, Ji Rui will live in L City for four or five days this time. Ji Rui's clothes are full of a box, and his shirts, coats, underwear, ties and so on are put in the trunk by categories. When you look at them, you can see that they are not arranged by himself.

Letong first took out the suit coat, pulled out the inside line and asked the waiter to iron the suit. Several suits were all black, slightly different, but two were with dark gray and dark blue stripes, and the other two or three were only slightly different in different fabric styles.

Yue Tong never noticed him before, and he had no distraction in helping him with his luggage. He should send it to the washing room and hang it up. Now it's OK. Looking at these suits, he can't help but make complaints about his life.

When the shirt is hung up, looking at five uniform white shirts neatly hanging in the wardrobe, Letong doesn't know how to evaluate the man's clothing taste.

Although, she has to admit that with her boss, President Ji Da's innate condition of good appearance and good figure, even if she wears a white vest with a pair of shorts like an obscene uncle and drags a flip flop, she still has the ability to make a beautiful woman turn back 100% on the street.

But no matter how good the congenital conditions are, they shouldn't be wasted at will.

Later, he finally put the last black underwear of President Ji DA in the drawer. He had make complaints about underwear from his underwear to his coat.

Nothing is right. Injured all over the body make complaints about her appearance.

What's the matter with you? He's just his own boss. It's none of her business what he likes to wear. Even if he likes to go out in a sack, it has nothing to do with her, doesn't it?

Is it because I saw the boss Ji take off the button that day and feel very sexy barefoot? Compared with the two, I dislike him so much. I think that boss Ji is in a rage, and he is turning such a sexy man into a man with abstinence and facial paralysis?

Letong finally finds a suitable reason for herself. She comes out of the master bedroom dejectedly, drags her luggage to the room next to the master bedroom, puts her hand on the doorknob, thinks for a moment, then releases it, and walks to the next room again. She is about to push the door open. Behind her, there is a sound of the door opening.

"Make me a pot of coffee!"

"Oh," said Letong, throwing her luggage directly to the door, folding it to the living room, pressing the inside line and asking the waiter to send some top-grade Blue Mountain coffee and coffee pot. By the way, she asked the waiter to send two sandwiches.

Letong took a tray with freshly brewed coffee and a sandwich on it and stood in front of the study door, "president, your coffee."

"Come in!"

Letong pushes the door open. The large desk in the study is full of information. Ji Rui stares at the screen and taps his fingers on the keyboard.

Letong put the tray on the side of the coffee table, "president, the coffee temperature is just right, and there are some sandwiches, so we should eat first."

Ji Rui never eats food on the plane. As for why, Letong doesn't dare to ask. But the considerate little secretary was afraid that coffee would hurt his stomach and carefully brought in the sandwich.

"Well." Ji Rui answers, and his eyes are still on the screen.

Le Tong stood in front of the desk for a moment, "president, can I help you?"

In other words, Letong wants to face a solid wall and bump into it.

Letong, you are a pig. How can you do something like this? Have nothing to do, do not know to watch TV online brush screen? Why do you want to work hard for the devil as a free laborer?!

"Well, sort out the information on the table."

Ji Rui still doesn't look at her. He stares at the screen. His buttock tilts. The chair moves close to the coffee table. He takes coffee in one hand and a sandwich in the other. He sips the coffee and puts the sandwich in his mouth. His buttock moves. He has returned to the computer.

It's supposed to be rude, but he's able and elegant. Letong's hands are cleaning up the information of a table, but his eyes have never left him. His mouth is bulging slightly, his mouth is pouting, his food is chewing, his eyes are drooping, and he is concentrating on his work, which makes the cold image around him gentle and vivid.

Ji Rui's head turns to the side. Letong thinks that he has noticed something. He quickly takes back his sight, but sees that the man is actually looking at the information spread out beside the computer.

Yue Tong breathed a sigh of relief. At last, he couldn't help scolding himself for being useless. In his heart, he secretly blamed the man's face for being too good-looking. Therefore, no matter what extraordinary things he did, he seemed to be decent and natural.

Ji Rui seems to be very hungry. A total of four sandwiches are all solved by him in less than five minutes. Letong glances at the empty coffee cup and plate, takes up the tray, goes out to fill up the coffee, and brings in the sandwich he wanted to eat and places it on the coffee table again.

Ji Rui is not polite. Within five minutes, the sandwich fell into his stomach.

And the capable Le Tong small secretary, is hungry to put up a table of information tidied up and handed to Ji Rui in front.

"President, I've sorted out the information. If it's OK, I want to go out and pack my own luggage."

Letong knows Ji Rui very well. According to his current working condition, he has to work until eight or nine o'clock at least. It's more reliable for him to go out and pack his luggage first and call back to prepare dinner.

"Take the computer, there are several pieces of data to be reorganized."

Ji Rui is generally recognized as a workaholic. In the past, few secretaries could survive for a month under him. Letong, however, not only survived, but also worked overtime with him in the past six months.

In terms of work, if Yang tezhu is Ji Rui's right hand, then Letong is his left hand. For Letong, he has been used to the way of passing on and on.

Le Tong turned a white eye to his forehead, knowing that he didn't have the right to say no, only answered, "OK, I'll go out and pour a glass of water."

Of course, she said that pouring water was just an excuse. She ran out and found a bag of biscuits in her suitcase. She chewed them carelessly and drank a few more water. For the time being, she was dealing with her hungry stomach.

Just after eating two biscuits, I heard the cold noodle boss shouting "Letong!" inside, Le Tong stands up with a bitter face. She is in a bad mood to follow such a workaholic boss!