Chapter 22

After the seven-day vacation, Luo Jie officially returned to work.

On Monday, everyone was not in a very good mood. Lulu and Qinqin sat at their workstations, one squinting at the computer screen, and the other lowered her head to play with her phone.

Seeing Luo Jie, they both felt embarrassed as if they were caught slacking off. They stood up and said, "Secretary Luo, good morning."

"You guys continue." Luo Jie pretended not to see it, put down his briefcase and went to the tea room to make coffee for himself.

He came 20 minutes earlier than usual. His biological clock was completely messed up these days. He often woke up in the middle of the night and could not fall asleep again. The aroma of coffee was brought to every corner of the 28th floor by the winter morning breeze. He stood in front of the French window and looked out bored.

The sun was shining brightly, gently radiating to every corner of the world, including Roger's heart which was filled with gloom.

Lulu walked in: "Secretary Luo, have you had breakfast? I'm going to the cafeteria, do you want me to get you some?"

Roger's stomach was empty, so he said, "Sure, I want to have corn rolls and eight-treasure porridge."

"Yeah, wait for me."

It was still early, so Roger and two assistants were eating in the tea room of the CEO's office.

Qinqin said exaggeratedly: "Secretary Luo, Lulu and I were scared to death during your absence!"

Roger took a bite of the fragrant corn roll and said calmly: "What's there to be afraid of? Aren't you doing a good job?"

Qinqin pouted and whispered: "How can it be good? The first day you left, sister Lulu and I were scolded by the president!"

Roger stopped eating: "Why?"

Qinqin said aggrievedly: "He said we lost his documents. I just thought that the document was more important, so I put it away for him. Before Luo Jie could say anything, Qin Qin continued, "Then the next day, I didn't dare to move his desk. The documents remained the same as he left the night before. He asked me to clean the table early in the morning. His face was so dark that I didn't dare to say anything. In fact, it had been cleaned..."

Luo Jie continued to bite the cake calmly: "Didn't I teach you that the documents he put under the draft paper alone should not be moved, and the others should be separated by colored label paper, not piled together, but placed side by side. He has obsessive-compulsive disorder and doesn't like chaos."

"There is a difference! No matter what we do, he's never satisfied. You don't know, I almost cried at that time."

"Maybe he's just in a bad mood. Don't take it to heart. The president has those days too." Seeing Qinqin and Lulu staring at him in shock, Roger coughed lightly and said, "When the pressure is particularly high, maybe the chairman has given him a more difficult task."

Lulu said with a frown, "Fortunately, Secretary Luo, you are willing to help us with the work when you are on vacation, otherwise we really don't know what to do."

Qinqin echoed, "Yes, yes, Secretary Luo, you are finally back! Finally!" As if they had found their backbone, the two young assistants looked at Roger with expressions as if they were looking at a savior.

Roger sighed and said helplessly: "He is the president, not a tiger. He won't eat you."

Tigers can be docile sometimes. Just don't touch them when they are in a bad mood. It's a pity that the two innocent assistants don't understand this.

Tsk tsk, he really can't get through a day without the president's office.

Roger resigned himself to his day's work.

He went to clean the president's office.

The room was a bit stuffy. He hadn't seen it for a week, and it was still the same as before. Even the angle of the boss's chair hadn't changed. He could almost imagine the scene of He Songgao leaving after work last night. He put down the documents, turned off the computer, pushed the chair back, turned right 45 degrees, stood up and left, looking like a domineering president.

The window was open, and the cold wind blew in in the early morning, making Roger shiver violently. He pulled the window slightly inward. Even if he liked the coolness, he couldn't blow hard against the cold wind. What if he caught a cold?

The sunlight was just right today, neither warm nor dry, but He Songgao seemed to be allergic to the sunlight and always liked to half-draw the curtains. Only vampires liked to do this. It seemed that He Songgao had some similarities with the cold and gloomy vampires.

The cup was clean, and it seemed that there were no visitors yesterday. The bathroom, lounge, and cloakroom were dust-free and did not need extra cleaning. There was also a hidden dining area in the office, next to the lounge, about two meters to the right of the desk, separated by a sliding screen, which could be entered with a light pull.

The design inside is very user-friendly, with a sink, cabinets, island and dining table, which can meet most of the president's dining needs. Home appliances are also fully available, including a large double-door refrigerator, a water storage water heater, an induction cooker, a microwave, an electric oven, and even a dishwasher and an ice maker. Would the president cook here? Obviously impossible, it is Roger who uses these.

Sometimes when the president has no appetite, Roger will use this place to bake two slices of bread for him, cut some fruit, make a bowl of salad, or simply cook a bowl of noodles. Fortunately, the office building does not allow the installation of a range hood, otherwise Roger may become an amateur cook. His cooking skills are not that good, just enough to eat.

There was an unfinished takeout on the table. It looked like some kind of pasta with meat sauce. It shouldn't be very good. The president took two bites and put it down. He

must have worked overtime again last night. Roger thought, but in the future, can I close the box myself and put it in the bag and tie it tightly? It's summer and it will go bad if it's left overnight. Isn't it dirty?

After cleaning the dining area, he returned to the office to check the documents processed the night before.

It was almost nine o'clock when everything was done.

Roger was doing the final inspection.

At nine o'clock, the president's footsteps rang on the 28th floor on time.

He heard Lulu and Qinqin's nervous greetings, and a few seconds later, He Songgao appeared at the door of the office.

Luo Jie stretched out his arms and took the coat that He Songgao handed over: "Mr. He, good morning."

"Yeah."

He Songgao strode to the desk, loosening his tie as he walked. When he got to the desk, he sat down and turned on his computer.

Luo Jie hung his clothes neatly in the cloakroom and walked over to report today's schedule.

"At ten o'clock in the morning, the business department invites you to attend the department commendation meeting; half an hour later, the HR director will report to you on the OKR adjustment plan for the next quarter; there will be a visitor at eleven thirty, the powerful Mr. Zhang. Lunch at twelve o'clock, today I will prepare for you the Xiaoqinglong pasta set meal that Huashun Hotel strongly recommends. You have nothing to do in the afternoon, you can rest for a while. In the evening, it is your private schedule - is there anything that needs to be adjusted?"

"No." He Songgao said.

But before Roger could speak, he said, "No, I don't eat pasta."

It seemed that he was hurt by the pasta last night. Roger said sympathetically, "Okay, I'll change it for you. Do you want to eat anything?"

"Whatever."

"...Okay."

Two major problems in life: What do I eat for lunch, and what does the president eat for lunch.

After reporting the itinerary, Luo Jie stood by the table as usual, waiting for He Songgao's instructions. If he didn't say anything after a minute, it meant that his mission was over and he could get out.

Half a minute later, He Songgao moved. He raised his head and locked eyes with Luo Jie with eyes comparable to King Yanluo.

The hairs on Luo Jie's back stood up all of a sudden. What's the matter? He's not going to pick a fight so early in the morning. God, he finally came out of the haze of a broken heart. Can the kind president please let his poor secretary go for the time being?

The president did not let him go, and said something particularly vicious as soon as he opened his mouth: "Were you bitten by a zombie?"

Roger was stunned for a moment, and then realized that he was talking about his bad complexion. How could it not be bad? I didn't sleep much for a week, I was sad at night, and I had to work remotely during the day. How could I rest well? Mr. President, you really talk without any pain in your waist. Roger laughed and said, "You are really good at joking - I just didn't sleep well last night."

"Oh." The president was as still as a mountain, without blinking, "Will it affect the work?"

Roger almost choked, but fortunately his professional training over the years saved him. He pulled out a standard eight-tooth smile and said politely, "No, President... President He."

"Well." He Songgao held a pen in his hand, as if he was about to start working, "Go out."

- Go out.

Look, he really looks like an emperor giving orders on the dragon chair. Roger, who felt like a leader of eunuchs, slightly bent over and said respectfully: "Okay, Mr. He, you are busy."

Feeling a little unlucky, Roger immediately went to make himself a cup of coffee. He didn't come for a week, but he still had a lot of things to do. He was busy until 11:30, when the hotel's food delivery person called him and said that he was not allowed to come up to the front desk on the first floor because he did not have an appointment. Roger dialed the intercom number on the first floor to inform them to let them go.

The CEO's lunch came, and there was nothing to order. Roger made a reservation at the Cantonese restaurant where the CEO often ate. The food was not big, so he ordered more, two meat and two vegetables, and a bowl of clear soup that was almost empty of oil and water. Being too busy to care about whether the president would be picky, he put the lunch in the president's small restaurant and sent a WeChat message saying, "President He, your meal is here."

He Songgao replied, "I'm going out to eat."

All right. The president is so willful, he leaves without even notifying the secretary. But it doesn't matter, this meal is a bargain for his secretary.

Luo Jie enjoyed the president's lunch in the president's small restaurant with peace of mind. When there is no tiger in the mountain, the monkey will be the king. After eating, Luo Jie took a rest on the dining table and went to work as usual in the afternoon.

After a week's absence, the work can be said to be piled up like a mountain. Before the current task is completed, the next task rushes up. He was so busy that he didn't even notice the president's return.

Lulu came over and said, "Secretary Luo, the president seems to have drunk a lot of wine. I can smell the alcohol on him from a distance."

Roger said in surprise, "He's back?"

"Yes. You were working, so you might not have noticed."

Roger felt a little dizzy. He had been immersed in the pain of a broken heart for more than a week, or nearly a month to be exact. He had hardly rested. He had been in the warm office all day, and it felt like his head was stuffed in a plastic bag.

He said nonchalantly, "Socializing, normal."

At six o'clock, the work was not finished yet, so he stayed to work overtime.

Not knowing whether He Songgao would also work overtime at night, when Luo Jie ordered takeout for himself, he asked: "President He, are you going to work overtime tonight? Do you need me to order some takeout for you?"

He Songgao said: "I don't want to eat."

He just said he didn't want to eat, but he didn't say he wouldn't work overtime, so he should still work overtime.

Could it be that he felt uncomfortable because of drinking? The president actually doesn't like drinking, or to be more precise, he doesn't like drinking in social occasions. In his opinion, wine should be savored slowly, not gulped down like a cow. You deserve it. You were not allowed to bring a secretary. A secretary could at least help you block the alcohol and not make you feel so uncomfortable. Oh,

forget it, why is he asking for trouble again? He himself is not a person who can drink very well, so it's not much help. Besides, maybe the president doesn't need it at all. Roger ignored

him, ordered himself a light chicken noodle soup, and continued to work.