JK Building, on the top floor of the president's office.

The windows are bright and clear, and the bright sunlight dazzles the whole room. Qin Che leans in his office chair, looking cold, looking at the phone screen without a word.

Assistant Mo Zhenyan wore a black suit, and also stood aloof not far from the desk.

He thought that what the boss was doing was a major decision. His expression was so focused that he couldn't help but breathe a little lighter, waiting quietly for the boss's orders.

And the boss he thinks is doing something terrible, at this time on the phone screen-

Heran is a personal Weibo that is so concise to point out that even the avatar is the landscape avatar when he first registered.

Qin Chejian frowned, clicked on Custom, and wanted to choose a photo of herself to upload, but found that there was no other photo in the phone album except for a smiling woman in a costume.

"..."

Pinching his eyebrows, Qin Che raised his head a little anxiously, and suddenly found that Mo Zhenyan actually folded his hands on his abdomen, waiting quietly and respectfully.

Qin Che raised his eyebrows, "Why are you still here?"

"Ah?" Mo Zhenyan pushed the glasses frame and blinked innocently. What does the boss mean? "Have you ... no other orders?"

Inattentive glanced at him lightly, Qin Che wondered if he needed to change an assistant.

What's the use of an assistant who can't understand his thoughts well?

Qin Che thought, if let Mo Zhenyan, who has been with him for almost five years, know, he would probably hug his thighs in grievance and cry: Can your old and unpredictable ideas be guessed by me and other mortals?

But this does not prevent Mo Zhenyan from looking at Qin Che's complexion. When he sees it change, he quickly raises his professional smile and yells: "That's what I thought was wrong, boss bye!"

He turned around and wanted to slip away.

"and many more!"

The voice of a male with a low magneticity like a cello sounded lightly behind him, and Mo Zhenyan wrinkled his back to Qin Che's face, shouting silently: After it is over, it seems that this month's bonus cannot be kept!

Looking back, his face wasn't obvious. He laughed like a spring breeze, and he could only say that people who could be around Qin Che weren't mortals anymore.

"Oh, boss, do you call me?"

Qin Che murmured, his expression silent.

Mo Zhenyan was scared by his legs, almost kneeling to the ground, and couldn't help but grieving a face: "Boss, can I just say anything?" You are so afraid!

In fact, those who have been able to work with Qin Che for five years have always followed his elders since he entered the company. Although Qin Che ’s popularity is so strong that ordinary people ca n’t afford it, things gather together, and his assistants are not normal people. comparable.

But if you make a low-level mistake under his eyelids, Qin Che will be fine.

Although he was not dismissed, Mo Zhenyan thought of the generous bonus, he couldn't help but gritt his teeth.

Just like the death penalty prisoner was sentenced to death, until the moment of the shooting, I don't know when the bullet went through his head to take his life.

Mo Zhenyan is probably such a feeling.

Qin Che spoke for a long time.

"Go find a picture for me."

"What?" Mo Zhenyan was dumb, not a bonus?

"My words never repeat the second time, understand?" Qin Che's fingers flexibly played with black gold-plated pens, and the tone was as cold as ever.