It’s him. This is his left hand.
Qiao Cen reached out and Huo Yanming was puzzled. "Huh?"
"Give me your hand," Joe Cen said lightly. He lay on his side and grabbed him. There was a cocoon in the same position with his other hand.
Huo Yanming explained, "When I was a child, I was used to writing with my left hand. My family superstitious that being left-handed didn’t pay for my life just made me change to my right hand. Later, when there was a person in front of them, my right hand was left."
The cocoon has never faded.
Joe cen nodded so it was.
For a moment, she suddenly looked up and crossed her eyes and said, "Mr. Huo, I didn’t hear what you just praised me."
Huo Yanming raised his eyebrows slightly. "Did I praise you?"
Qiao Cen pouted, "See for yourself!" Say and pretend to get up.
Huo Yanming pulled her back to her legs and sat "I praised you for your beauty". The little girl became more and more ashamed.
Qiao Cen was satisfied with continuing to fiddle with his fingers, but in just a few seconds, she quickly sat up and looked anxiously at Huo Yanming. "Oh, no, I haven’t finished my work yet!"
When no matter Huo Yanming picked up his brain, he went to his room.
When Huo Yanming entered the room again, he saw Joe Cenzheng sitting at the desk with a small desk lamp, staring intently.
She didn’t find him when he came in.
Huo Yanming turned on the headlights and walked to her side. "Is there a lot more?"
Qiao Cen looked up. "Not much. Are you going to sleep?" She pulled out the source of her notes. "Then you sleep first and I’ll go to my room."
"Let me see." Huo Yanming sat next to her, and two people squeezed into a stool.
Qiao Cen was afraid of falling, so she hooked her waist with her hand. "It’s all things that need to be checked." Then she pushed Huo Yanming outward. "You go to sleep."
Huo Yanming didn’t refuse. She said, "It’s a little cold here."
Joe Cen nodded to turn off the headlights, but was stopped by Huo Yanming. It’s not good for the eyes to face the brain.
Huo Yanming didn’t fall asleep, lying in bed and looking at the table not far away. Qiao Cen looks very tired today is her first day at work.
But it’s good to see more people. It’s good for her
Little by little in the past, Qiao Cen looked at the data in front of her and felt a little fuzzy. She was a little impatient in her heart, but she didn’t have impatience.
Unconsciously, I fell asleep with my head hanging down on the table.
Huo Yanming unconsciously chuckled softly and went to the table to pick her up and put her gently on the bed.
When Qiao Cen woke up early, she found herself in bed. She remembered that she was doing data at her desk last night. Why did she lie in bed when she woke up?
She doesn’t remember how she got to bed.
But she remembered that the data had not been finished!
She looked at it at 7: 15.
Shit!
It takes half an hour to get to the company from here, even if you are doing it in the car, you will definitely come.
Don’t we have to finish the first day of our class?
She quickly got up without brushing her teeth and washing her face, and rushed to the table. The notes had been taken care of by her. She was planning to do some more now, only to find that the data formats in the table seemed to have been rearranged.
It’s much better to be centered and aligned than it was yesterday!
When I pulled further, I found that the original place was full. She checked several of them and they were all correct.
Qiao Cen is a little confused. Did Huo Yanming do it while she was asleep last night? Think about him, too
When Qiao Cen changed his clothes and washed himself and went to the restaurant, Huo Yanming sat there reading the newspaper as usual. Qiao Cen sat beside him and looked at him with big eyes. "Did you do the data in my mind?"
Huo Yanming put a newspaper nod "almost", which is true, but it’s not much worse. Hurry up, that’s an hour.
Qiao Cen didn’t speak, but grabbed a piece of toast and went into his mouth.
It seems that he can’t take it home in the future. He must be very tired to manage such a big company by himself and help her with these trivial data.
Qiao Cen was the first person in the office to arrive, and soon some people came one after another.
She saw Zhou Min walking this way because she was standing on high heels. She wore a Chanel bag and a pair of sunglasses with purple light, which made her skin particularly white.
Joe Cen thought that her personality, appearance and figure should belong to the kind of person who is loved and held in the palm of her hand.
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She saw that Zhou Min was busy in her seat and said, "Assistant Zhou, you asked me to do the data yesterday. I finished it. Shall I send it to you now?"
Zhou Min still has a look on his face because he is holding sunglasses. "Don’t go upstairs to help me get a courier."
Joe cen slightly one leng don’t worry?
Didn’t you say yesterday that you were in a hurry and had to work overtime if you couldn’t finish it? Did she do it so late last night or did Huo Yanming do it? Today it’s no hurry.
Why is the data not as important as a courier after she has been doing it for so long?
Zhou Min stared at her and said, "What’s the matter? Is there a problem?"
Qiao Cen turned around and bit his lip gently and said "No". Perhaps this is the difference between interns and regular employees.
Then she turned around and went upstairs to get the express.
Seeing that everyone was talking and laughing and eating breakfast, it seemed that no one noticed her, so she put the courier in Zhou Min and turned back to her seat because of her desk.
Zhou Min remembered that it was during the fast shift that afternoon that Qiao Cen was asked to do the data.
Qiao Cen sent her the data. She replied lightly and sent her several forms. "What you did before was that this year and the forms in the past three years also need to be checked …"
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