Chapter 55 Chapter 55 Are all the workers in place? ...

When the protagonist, a spoiled wife type in a domineering boss's novel, decides to work hard and be self-reliant, his colleagues will become the first victims.

Shao Jiayan has already realized this!

As soon as he got to work in the morning, Shao Jiayan learned that Sister Ai Si had taken two days off last night because of acute gastroenteritis. This made the only remaining secretary Wen excited, and he said that he would definitely take her place and stick to his post during the absence of Miss Secretary, so as not to make President Si worry!

However, within two minutes of his ambitious words being spoken, the printer in the photocopying room emptied his copy. He had no choice but to ask Shao Jiayan for help.

Although Shao Jiayan had not worked in an administrative position before, a printer was not a high-precision instrument, right? At worst, a manual could solve the problem.

But my wife’s learning ability is appalling!

After helping him copy meeting materials for 40 people and distributing them, Shao Jiayan began to regret why he encouraged him to be self-reliant yesterday.

Some people are born to be pampered at home!

Since Si Yizhi had to hold a meeting in the afternoon to convey the spirit of his superiors, Shao Jiayan was so angry while helping Young Master Wen organize the documents that his good mood in the morning was gone.

Wen Kefan, on the other hand, was full of confidence after completing the first task of "Learning from the Secretary". He took the daily work manual that Ai Si had sent him last night and ran to make coffee for Mr. Si with full confidence.

In fact, the daily workflow that Ai Si sent to Wen Kefan should not be the latest version.

Because ever since Shao Jiayan came into the limelight, Si Yizhi has completely said goodbye to coffee :)

At Shao Jiayan's reminder, Wen Kefan took the coffee cup away and brewed a cup of Shao Jiayan's favorite green tea and brought it in.

Mr. Si was busy with various affairs early in the morning and did not even pay attention to the little emotions of his little calf.

When Shao Jiayan came back from delivering the documents, he was still on the phone.

Shao Jiayan, who was in a bad mood, prepared to return to his office without saying a word to kill a few bosses and relax.

He had just started the game when Secretary Wen, who moved quickly, knocked on the door, trembling with the cup of coffee he had just brewed.

Si Yizhi had just finished talking and hung up the phone when he saw his childhood friend, Secretary Wen, who had very poor hands-on skills but a kind heart, walking in with a cup of steaming coffee and a smile on her face.

"Mr. Si, your coffee." Although Wen Kefan had never really done a secretary's job before, this was what his secretary did every time he went to Si Yiran's office to play.

So he understood it all and used a tone and smile that seemed to urge Dalang to take medicine, which made Si Yizhi feel a little scared.

At the same time, the voice of his beloved partner began to echo in his heart.

[Hey, my lovely wife is here to bring coffee to the president? I remember that in the original story, Young Master Wen brought coffee to Si Yizhi once. Tsk tsk tsk, that experience of delivering coffee was very tragic. But the plot has gone completely awry now, and the things in the novel should not happen again. ]

Thinking of this, he quietly came out of the office to verify his guess.

Before reaching the door, from Shao Jiayan's angle he could just see Young Master Wen's juggling moves with sweat all over his forehead.

Perhaps it was because Secretary Wen's trembling juggling movements and his wide-eyed expression were so funny that Shao Jiayan's first reaction was to laugh.

[Haha~ Secretary Wen is going to fall flat on her face and splash water all over President Si's chest! Oh no~ boiling water, won't it cause a few big blisters? It will be painful for President Si to not wear a bra for the important meeting this afternoon? Hahaha! Huh? ]

Shao Jiayan, who was originally feeling a little gloating, suddenly realized a serious problem at a certain moment.

If Si Yizhi was really splashed with coffee on his chest, wouldn't he be the one who suffered? !

Thinking of this problem, he quickly accelerated and rushed out.

But unfortunately, he was still a step too late.

The change happened too fast.

Although Si Yizhi reminded himself in his heart, he stood up, stepped back, and turned around the moment Wen Kefan approached, all in one go.

But what is very annoying is that Wen Kefan didn't stand firmly and the green tea in his hand was splashed quite well~

He only let out a short scream, and then the tea in his hand scattered everywhere like flowers from heaven, leaving Si Yizhi with nowhere to hide.

Then they heard a scream that was neither loud nor soft.

Si Yizhi's face turned pale, and he didn't even bother to help Secretary Wen who was closer to him. Instead, he turned around and ran towards the other person.

[Wow wow wow~ It hurts! ]

People who are often burned know that the pain of a burn is more painful than that of a normal wound.

Shao Jiayan only had time to scream before he put on the mask of pain.

Wen Kefan, who was standing by, was stunned when he saw this sudden change.

"Jia Yan...what's wrong with you?"

Fortunately, although Wen Kefan's tea was spilled, it did not spill on himself.

Most of them were absorbed by Si Yizhi's expensive white shirt~

Shao Jiayan wanted to cry but had no tears. After a long while, he managed to utter, "I...I'm fine."

Si Yizhi picked him up in one quick step and ran straight to the lounge, saying only, "Kefan, go back to the office first. I'll come find you later."

Young Master Wen, who had known him for many years, was very familiar with Si Yizhi's tone of voice, and knew that he was angry, so he ran away quickly with his tail between his legs.

However, Shao Jiayan was a little shy about being carried like a princess in front of others. He grabbed the other person's shirt on his chest, trying to pull some distance between the wet clothes and the other person's pectoral muscles.

"I'm sorry, I knew Kefan might fall when I saw his look, but I didn't dodge~" The man's tone was somewhat guilty, but after he put the man on the bed, closed the door of the lounge and took off his shirt, the guilt in his eyes gradually changed.

"Does it hurt?" People who are born with low, hoarse, bubbly voices have an innate advantage in certain situations.

Shao Jiayan's face turned pale, and he hunched over, curled up like a shrimp. He said sternly, "It hurts so much! Don't let Wen Kefan serve you tea or water from now on!"

"Okay!" Si Yizhi agreed without hesitation.

One of them straightened the shrimp and said, "Is it very hot? Let me see."

Then, without waiting for the other party to react, he started to pull off his assistant's clothes.

Shao Jiayan blushed, grabbed the hem of his shirt tightly, and warned in a low voice, "What are you doing! This is in the company, someone may come in at any time!"

Si Yizhi gave him a funny look and said, "No one would enter the president's office without permission."

As he said that, he used his size advantage to push the man to the corner of the bed, "Besides, we are in the CEO's lounge. No one would be so blind as to run into the boss's lounge to see what the boss is doing during his break..."

Soon, the hem of Shao Jiayan's shirt was pulled out from his belt by the man.

Maybe it's because he walks his smart dog every day, but the young man's waist is slender, but not pure boiled chicken type. There is a thin layer of muscle on his white waist, which feels delicate and elastic, and always makes people love it.

When he unbuttoned his shirt, his originally fair chest was slightly red, which was obviously the residue from the burns he had just received.

"What were you thinking about when Kefan was about to fall just now? Why were you laughing so happily?" The atmosphere was just right, and the man's sudden question scared Shao Jiayan.

"Nothing... nothing... I just think Kefan is quite funny. If he practices acrobatics, it will definitely have a better future than being your secretary." The assistant, who is not good at lying, looked around.

He would not tell Si Yizhi that when he saw Wen Kefan about to fall, his first reaction was to gloat over his misfortune, but ended up being overjoyed and sad.

This question made Assistant Niu Ma's thoughts more exciting. Si Yizhi suddenly realized that since he met Shao Jiayan, he had been able to hold back his laughter more often than in his previous twenty years of life.

But as long as he thought about what this guy said before, he was really angry and amused. He stroked the delicate skin of the little calf's chest and teased, "I heard that burns are very painful. Even clothes will hurt when they touch it. How about I find a bra for you to wear?"

Shao Jiayan got goosebumps all over his body because of his actions.

"What? The air-conditioning in the lounge isn't on and it's quite cold. Let me cool down here. The burns don't hurt anymore."

Although the temperature in Shenzhen in March is not low, it is far from the point where you can walk around shirtless.

Shao Jiayan was about to shiver after less than 30 seconds, but he still touched the spot where the other person had been burned by the scalding tea.

I have to say that high-end shirts are of good quality. Not only are they highly absorbent, but they are also heat-insulating. The shirt played a big role in preventing Si Yizhi’s chest from getting blisters.

The man smiled, then stretched out his long arm and pulled the quilt to cover him.

Fortunately, today's important meeting is in the afternoon instead of the morning.

I don't know that the applause today was at work instead of at home, so there was a scene buff~

Anyway, Shao Jiayan felt better, but his chest, which had been burned by the hot tea, no longer hurt after being left in the un-air-conditioned lounge for a while. Instead, it was still painful from being sucked by some bastard.

Both of their shirts are definitely not wearable anymore.

Fortunately, there were many spare suits in the closet in the lounge. Si Yizhi changed his clothes and also thoughtfully helped Shao Jiayan pick out a suit before going back to work.

What Shao Jiayan didn't know was that as soon as the guy went out, he couldn't wait to call the construction party he had just found last night.

"Are all the workers in place? Are they working now?"

I have to say that you can always trust the speed of our migrant workers as long as they are paid enough.

It has been less than 12 hours since Si Yizhi contacted the construction workers last night, and the repair work of the courtyard wall of Nanshan Temple is already in full swing.

Listening to the construction party's report, Si Yizhi rubbed his eyebrows and calmed himself down.

God knows he wanted to kill the calf on the spot just now!

"I don't care what method you use, I only have one request, that is to do it faster!" The usually reserved and aloof Mr. Si was a little anxious, and he emphasized again, "If you can complete the wall repair work before the end of get off work today, I will give each worker a big red envelope!"