Chapter 3 Special Assistant Rules - Pretending Not to See the Boss's Perverted Man...
The two of them had a late breakfast. There were still three and a half hours before the afternoon work start, so no one was in a hurry to go out.
Having just secured the second phase of cooperation with Blue Pigeon, Qi Yu notified the market research and development department in the work group to hold an impromptu meeting. At this moment, he and Feng Ji were sitting on one side of the sofa.
Qi Yu was holding a notebook and working on the PPT for the meeting, occasionally saying a few words to Feng Ji.
The atmosphere was quiet but not awkward.
After all, this kind of scene of working together in the same room happens every day.
Qi Yu shared an office with Feng Ji in the company. One reason was that it was convenient for communication about company affairs and increased work efficiency, which was the public reason. The other reason was that Feng Ji suddenly fell ill one day and moved Qi Yu's office without asking for permission first. This was a reason that only the two of them knew privately.
Qi Yu still remembers clearly the incident of executing first and reporting later.
At the beginning, Qi Yu had his own separate office, but as he worked at Feng's for longer and longer, one day Feng Ji suddenly sent him a message for no reason, asking him to move there.
When Qi Yu was confused and walked out of the office to confirm face to face, he found that several employees in the company who usually loved fitness were called over by the boss through a message. When they saw him coming out, they were ready to move and moved Qi Yu's desk into the president's office like a whirlwind, placing it face to face with Feng Ji.
No one dared to disobey the boss's orders, and Qi Yu didn't feel comfortable questioning his immediate superior in public why he had to move offices for him just because of a disagreement.
So the two of them started their "living together" life.
Since then, the news of the rapid development of the relationship between Special Assistant Qi and President Feng has spread throughout the Feng family.
Before Qi Yu, Feng Ji had several special assistants, but those special assistants were only responsible for work. Feng Ji never allowed them to interfere in his life, let alone work face to face with him in the same office.
But after Special Assistant Qi joined Feng's company, this "not allowed" no longer held true.
Feng Ji gave the new special assistant too much power, so much that people couldn't help but have wild thoughts.
During that period, no matter which department or road Qi Yu walked in at Fengshi, he could hear the discussions of the employees below.
He didn't want to guess what the specific discussion was about, but it was easy to guess by looking at the expressions on the gossipers' faces.
There are still too many people in this world who like to pair up random couples.
The old memories flashed through Qi Yu's mind, and the next second he turned his attention back to the work at hand.
Years of work habits have enabled Qi Yu to quickly get into work mode no matter what the environment he is in. In addition, this meeting was just to explain some precautions and requirements, and the PPT did not need to be too exquisite, so it was completed quickly.
After finishing and confirming the PPT, Qi Yu did not rest for a moment and immediately began to deal with the work emails that had piled up yesterday afternoon.
Time passed minute by minute, and near noon, someone rang the doorbell at the back door. Qi Yu had just reacted and looked up from the screen, but Feng Ji had already gone to open the door in his slippers.
Qi Yu made breakfast, so Feng Ji took the responsibility of preparing lunch.
When Feng Ji came back with the takeaway, Qi Yu was rubbing the back of his sore neck with his head down.
The man placed the large bag of takeout on the dining table. His eyes swept over the thin, spinous protuberance on the back of the young man's neck, which was covered by a thin layer of flesh, as he lowered his head. He whispered, "Come and eat."
The lunch order was not very sumptuous, but it was very delicious. Qi Yu had eaten breakfast late, and he was not very hungry at first, but when he smelled the aroma of the fried noodles with soybean paste, he still walked over honestly.
Two bowls of noodles with soybean paste and a plate of cold dish.
This is the signature dish of a famous restaurant in Beijing. The dishes are served in bowls and plates. After eating, the dirty bowls are placed at the back door and someone will come to take them away.
"Boss Feng, what would you like to drink?" Qi Yu stopped in front of the refrigerator, glanced at the row of iced drinks inside and asked, "Or the same as mine?"
Feng Ji gave Qi Yu a look that didn't mean anything, but he still understood it.
A few seconds later, Qi Yu came to the dining table with two bottles of peach juice, pulled out a chair and sat down opposite Feng Ji.
This peach juice is a product of a food factory in which Feng has a stake. Qi Yu often bought it to drink when he was in college. After Feng Ji knew that he liked it, he would have a batch of the freshest peach juice delivered to his home every week.
Before the formal meal, Qi Yu unscrewed the lid and drank some peach juice to moisten his throat.
The peach juice is sweet and slightly sour, and tastes even better when chilled. At first glance, it goes well with the sauce-covered noodles.
Things that don't cost money taste good.
Feng Ji also raised his head and drank some peach juice.
The two of them sat very close to each other. When Feng Ji looked up, he could see the young man's lips moistened by peach juice, like a peeled, juicy peach.
This glance lingered for a long time until Qi Yu said, "Let's eat, Mr. Feng."
Before Qi Yu looked over, Feng Ji quickly looked away and instead lowered his head to look carefully at the noodles in the bowl with rich sauce. His expression was so focused that it seemed as if he could see the Nobel Prize for noodles in it.
The two of them didn't talk much while eating. The only sounds at the table were the sounds of chopsticks hitting the dishes and chewing.
Qi Yu ate very politely, chewing slowly and carefully, his drooping eyelashes leaving a feather fan-like shadow on his fair cheeks.
It is pleasing to the eyes and a feast for the eyes.
Feng Ji couldn't help but slow down the speed at which he chewed his food, and his eyes once again drifted uncontrollably towards the face of the person opposite him.
Qi Yu was born with a very eye-catching face. It's not that his appearance is particularly sharp or passionate. On the contrary, he is aloof and introverted most of the time, like the cold moon hanging on the lake at night, which always unconsciously attracts the curiosity of others.
The first time Feng Ji met Qi Yu was at an interview meeting for students sponsored by the Feng family.
The Feng family sponsors students from poor families for two reasons: one is for charity, and the other is to select the best students among them after graduation for unified selection and interview. The Feng family welcomes those who are willing to come, and will not force them to stay if they have better options.
Among the dozen or so students who came for the interview, Feng Ji spotted Qi Yu at first sight.
The freshly graduated college student was so tender she could be squeezed out of water. Qi Yu stood in front of him with such ease. The sunlight streaming in from the floor-to-ceiling windows hit her, casting a hazy edge on her silver-rimmed glasses and slender nose. Her features were as delicate as jade, and her whiteness seemed to be on a different level from the others.
After confirming that Qi Yu's grades and school experience were far superior to those of all the interviewees, Feng Ji arranged him to be by his side without much thought.
Qi Yu also did not disappoint him. After joining the company, he quickly mastered his job content and became Feng Ji's right-hand man, an indispensable part of Feng's internal operations.
His thoughts turned back and forth several times, his attention was scattered, and his eyes became more and more unscrupulous and uncontrollable.
Qi Yu sat quietly opposite the man, holding the bowl with lowered eyes, with a somewhat puzzled expression.
He didn't know when it started, but he slowly realized that Feng Ji often looked at him secretly. From the fleeting glances at the beginning to the somewhat rampant ones now, Qi Yu didn't say it, but he always kept it in his heart.
He knew that with Feng Ji's personality, it would be almost impossible for this man to peek at others. With Feng Ji's current status, he could look at anyone he wanted to openly, and even if he really wanted to peek, he would never let anyone find out.
It’s just that Qi Yu was very sensitive to other people’s gazes, and he noticed it keenly the first time he was looked at.
But as Feng Ji's special assistant, Qi Yu has strong professional ethics.
Besides handling his boss's work-related chores, accompanying him to various business receptions, auctions, and overseas business trips, he also kept an eye on his boss's daily life and liked every post he made on WeChat Moments.
After that, there was another one——
Pretending not to notice the boss's perverted gaze, which he thought was concealed well.
The word "chikan" may not be appropriate, but Qi Yu thinks it is very appropriate.
But as to why Feng Ji looked at him that way, he didn't want to delve into it.
Qi Yu is very satisfied with his current life and will not let his boss's meaningless stares disrupt everything.
Feng Ji gave him a seven-figure annual salary, not counting the year-end bonus, and last year he also gave him an eight-figure house.
Not to mention secretly looking at him, even if he touched him a few times unintentionally... Qi Yu would probably pretend not to feel it.
To be a special assistant, strong working ability is one thing, but you also need to have good vision and learn to pretend to be blind appropriately.
Of course, the more important point is that Feng Ji would not really touch him.
Thinking of this, he already had the answer. Qi Yu silently lowered his eyes and quickened his eating speed.
After lunch, the two rested for a while and then set off to the company.
Qi Yu informed the driver in advance, and the driver was waiting at the elevator entrance on the underground floor early.
The traffic in Beijing at noon was not as congested as during the morning and evening rush hours, and I arrived downstairs of the company after more than ten minutes.
At this time, employees are either eating in the cafeteria or have finished eating and returned to their workstations to rest.
Feng Ji returned to the office first, while Qi Yu went to the technical development department and took the plan back from Xiao Chen.
Xiao Chen was surprised to see him come in person. "Assistant Qi, if you need the plan sheet, just send me a message and I'll send it over. Why did you come here by yourself?"
Qi Yu flipped through the neatly bound plan sheet in his hand and said calmly, "I have a last-minute meeting this afternoon, so I'm afraid you won't be able to attend. I just happened to be free now and stopped by to pick it up."
Xiao Chen nodded quickly, "Okay, okay, thank you for your hard work."
"I won't disturb your rest. I'm leaving first." Qi Yu put the planning form on the outside of his thigh with his backhand, left a word, and turned to walk towards the elevator.
He was very close to Xiao Chen, and when he turned, he created a moderate gust of wind. It was a perfectly normal thing, but Xiao Chen couldn't help but breathe heavily in the direction Qi Yu had left, his shoulders tilted away from his workstation.
The team leader beside him looked at him strangely, "No, Special Assistant Qi has left, what are you doing?"
Upon hearing this, Xiao Chen quickly sat up straight, looked in the direction Qi Yu left, and touched his nose embarrassedly, "No... I just smelled it..."
The team leader was alert: "What do you smell?"
Xiao Chen clasped his hands shyly and nervously, hesitating, "I just smelled the scent of Special Assistant Qi... Team Leader, Special Assistant Qi smells so good... Mmmmm!!!"
The team leader rushed over and covered his mouth tightly, then raised his eyes and looked around like a thief, his face full of vigilance.
Xiao Chen forcibly pried off the team leader's hand that was covering his mouth and asked with difficulty, "Team...Leader...what are you doing...?"
"What am I doing…?" The team leader's face was sluggish, like a ghost. "Luckily, Mr. Feng isn't here, otherwise if he hears you, you'll be dead."
Xiao Chen's eyes widened in horror.
The team leader's lips slowly moved closer to Xiao Chen's ear, and the words that came out were like the breath of a ghost. "You just came to the company and don't understand. I don't blame you, but you are not allowed to say such outrageous words in the future. Do you understand?"
"This is punishable by death—"
The author has something to say:
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Feng's Ghost Stories Rules: Don't ask for special assistance incense in front of Mr. Feng, otherwise weird things will happen [hug] (it's pinching, not hugging)
After reading everyone's comments, I found that my wife misunderstood! The "touch a few times" in the article does not mean to touch a few times. The "a few" in the article is a quantifier. It means to touch a few times (lying down), not to really touch that orz
See you tomorrow night at 11 o'clock. I'll give everyone 50 red envelopes in the comment section of this chapter~~~
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