Chapter 25
This meeting with Youyou made Roger very angry. He was angry and sad. He even wanted to kill Youyou. It was
the first time he saw such a shameless and ugly woman. Youyou's originally beautiful and flawless face gradually distorted in his mind, turning into an old witch wearing a black robe, a black hat, and holding a poisonous apple.
How could he be so blind to fall in love with such a cruel and ruthless bad woman who had no sense of guilt when hurting people. He
must have been deceived by her beauty.
Roger was so angry that he couldn't sleep again that night.
The next day, he came to the company listlessly. Both assistants were shocked by him. Qinqin said exaggeratedly: "Secretary Luo, did you have insomnia last night? Why are your eyes as dark as a giant panda!"
Lulu asked with concern: "Secretary Luo, haven't you dealt with your family affairs yet? If you want to take a leave, it's okay. Qinqin and I will try not to disturb you. You can handle things at home with peace of mind."
Luo Jie comforted them with a forced smile: "It's okay, I just went out to play last night and came home a little late. It won't affect the work, don't worry."
However, he still went to the bathroom to touch up his makeup - cough cough, it is normal for men to put on foundation, especially since he is a secretary, representing the image of the president and even the entire company, and it is very necessary to maintain a good mental outlook.
After touching up his makeup, he felt much better, at least his eyes didn't look so swollen.
At nine o'clock, the president was still nowhere to be seen. Lulu quietly asked him, "Secretary Luo, is President He not coming today?"
Luo Jie said while handling his email, "Maybe later. He went to the sales department as soon as he arrived today."
Ten minutes later, the president really showed up.
But the atmosphere didn't look good. He led the way, followed by a group of people, including the director of the sales department, two vice presidents, and several colleagues from the public relations department. The president walked very fast, with his long legs taking one step, and the distance he took was equal to two steps for others. Everyone looked pale and serious, almost trotting behind the president.
When the president stepped out of the elevator, Roger and two assistants stood up and shouted in unison: "Good morning, President He."
He Songgao exchanged a look with Roger from a distance. Roger was too familiar with this look. He didn't know how many times he had seen it.
- The president is going to turn into the god of thunder and thunder behind closed doors.
It's terrible, brothers and sisters, please take care.
The president's office is quiet. The quieter it is, the more anxious the atmosphere is. He Songgao will not yell when he is angry. He will only torture everyone's heart with a look comparable to that of King Yan. If he opens his mouth, you can't imagine his tone at this moment. Just stand on the hill filled with graves and feel the breath of death.
Twenty minutes have passed, and the people inside haven't come out yet.
Qinqin whispered, "OMG, President He wouldn't bury everyone alive, would he?"
Luo Jie patted her shoulder and said seriously, "Don't worry, he won't."
Even if he killed someone, he would be the one responsible for burying the body.
Ten minutes later, the meeting was finally over. The colleagues who had been tortured mentally came out in a crowd, their faces paler than one another. Luo Jie watched them leave. One of the colleagues who was more familiar with Luo Jie drooped his face and made a gesture of wiping his neck to Luo Jie, silently saying, "He killed someone."
Luo Jie looked at him sympathetically and mouthed, "Go and reincarnate."
The president who had just lost his temper should not be messed with casually.
But unfortunately, Luo Jie had something he had to ask him.
Someone at the headquarters asked the president if he could free up his schedule on Saturday, as there was an important meeting that the chairman required him to attend.
If I don't go to hell, who will? Roger took a deep breath for two full minutes in front of the door of the president's office, pushed the door open and walked in.
The smoke of war had not yet dissipated, and Roger was stung as soon as he entered the room, and his legs felt a little weak.
He Songgao sat in the boss's chair, his coat taken off, and his dark gray vest stuck to his body, outlining the shape of his muscles.
Roger walked up to him with gritted teeth and said carefully: "President He, the chairman asked if you are free on Saturday to go to the headquarters for a meeting."
Look how smart he is. He brought up the chairman at this time. Even if the president wanted to get angry, he would not get angry at him -
if he wanted to get angry, he would get angry at his father.
The president looked down at his phone, his brows smooth, not looking angry.
"Got it."
So calm, Roger was a little surprised. But maybe the chairman had told him, so he did as he was told: "Okay, I'll cancel your Saturday schedule. The meeting at 9am will probably take place on Friday night. Can I buy you a flight ticket for 8pm?"
"You arrange it."
"Okay."
After finishing his work, Roger was about to leave, but the president didn't let him go: "Why do you paint your face so white?"
Roger subconsciously touched his face: "Is it very white?" As soon as he said that, he felt something was wrong, and explained guiltily, "I didn't paint my face, my face is just this white." Do you understand?
The president laughed sarcastically.
Even though it was white just now, it is not white now. Roger's face turned red - he was angry. You have to say it no matter how bad it is. Anyway, you have to find fault with everything, right? It is painful enough to break up, and he has to endure this kind of arrogance. What sin has he committed
? "What kind of look is that?"
What kind of look. Now you have to control even his look, right? Roger forced a brilliant smile and said hypocritically: "Can't you see? This is a look of great admiration for you."
The president paused for a moment and said with disgust: "Don't laugh if you don't want to. Anything else? If not, get out."
"Okay." Roger breathed a sigh of relief and quickly rolled out of the president's office on his wind and hot wheels.
Back at his workstation, he poked Lulu and asked earnestly, "Is my face white?"
Lulu looked at him carefully, "No, it's not white. Secretary Luo, your skin is really good, smooth and delicate. It's just that I didn't get enough rest yesterday, so my eyes are a little swollen and the eye circles are a little big."
"Then you can't tell that I put on foundation."
"Huh?" Lulu's reaction made Luo Jie very satisfied, "You also put on foundation? You can't tell at all!"
"Haha." Luo Jie was a little embarrassed, "It's not that my complexion is too bad, I want to cover it up, but I didn't expect it can't be covered at all."
"That's not right. You should choose a foundation that's one shade lighter than your skin tone, and use concealer to cover up dark circles..."
After ten minutes of makeup common sense taught by Lulu, Luo Jie realized that the "foundation" he often used was not a foundation, but a primer. It was almost invisible on the face, but it would adjust some unbalanced skin tone problems. If the dark circles were too heavy, this would not cover them. However, Luo Jie gave up soon after hearing her talk about how complicated it was. He didn't have the patience and would rather sleep ten more minutes in the morning.
After lunch, He Songgao suddenly sent him a WeChat message: "Come with me to Haihuan in the afternoon to attend a banquet."
He was talking about the anniversary celebration of a friendly company, which was a big one, and some business friends were specially invited. Roger didn't really want to go. He was just a supporting role in such an occasion. If he went, he would just sit in a corner and be in a daze. He also had to follow the president like a bodyguard and watch him socialize with those big shots.
But the president had already spoken. Could he be so bold as to say "I don't want to go"?
He lay on the table and tapped on his phone: "Okay, congratulations, President."
After a nap at noon, he felt a little refreshed.
Roger was thinking about the banquet he was going to attend in the afternoon, so he went to the president's locker room to change his clothes.
- Don't get me wrong, why did his clothes appear in the president's office? Because his suit needed to be hung up for storage, the locker room outside was very small, and there were two girls there, so it was inconvenient. Roger simply used the president's locker room. Anyway, the president had agreed, so he had nothing to be embarrassed about. The president's dressing room is equipped with temperature control and dehumidification equipment to protect the expensive fabrics and leathers. Thanks to the president, the little secretary can also experience the luxurious life of the president.
After changing clothes, the president has not come back yet. He is eating out now. He has been out of the office three days out of five due to a lot of social events recently.
At three o'clock, the president's WeChat message came: "Come down."
Roger went downstairs. The president's car just turned from the intersection. He sat in the passenger seat and smelled a faint smell of alcohol in the car.
——Drinking again.
Yes, how can you not drink at social events?
The president sat in the back seat of the car with his eyes closed and resting his mind. The car door was closed. Roger felt a little uncomfortable. He is prone to headaches when he doesn't get enough rest, and the pain is in the temple area. The pain feels like a pulling sensation, as if there is a fuse in his head that is about to explode at any time. Now that
he smells the alcohol, the premonition of explosion is getting stronger and stronger. Roger couldn't help it and wanted to secretly open the car window.
He pressed the button to control the car window.
There was construction on the street, and the sound of steel friction drilled in through the car window. The president said coldly from behind: "Close it."
"...Oh."
The car window was opened for less than a second and then closed again.
The anniversary celebration of the friendly company was very grand, and they even had to walk the red carpet. Fortunately, Roger was well prepared. When the president walked the red carpet, he held a camera and acted as a "stand-in" for the president. This is also part of the secretary's job, recording the president's "highlight moments" on various occasions at any time, so that the publicity department can write new copy.
After entering the backstage, the boss and several founders of a friendly company came up to greet the president. Luo Jie stood aside with interest, looking at his own president with a slight smile.
Someone came to greet him. After being a secretary for a long time, he would naturally have his own network.
This is the secretary of the CEO of a friendly company. Her surname is Qin. She is a woman with a pretty face and a slightly plump figure.
"Secretary Qin, hello." Luo Jie smiled and shook hands with her.
"Secretary Luo, have you not had a good rest recently? Why do you look so bad?" Secretary Qin looked at him with concern.
"Well, I've been busy with work recently." Luo Jie said implicitly.
Secretary Luo showed a look of understanding, and the two exchanged a look of "hard work, you know."
After the president finished greeting, he turned around and looked at Luo Jie. Luo Jie immediately walked over and followed the president obediently.
When no one was around, the president suddenly said, "Don't you know that she is Zhang XX's mistress?"
Zhang XX is the boss of a friendly company.
Luo Jie took a breath of cold air and wanted to jump up to cover the president's mouth: "I know!" Bullshit, can such a thing be said in broad daylight! There are so many people and it is hard to be heard by others. He lowered his voice and kindly reminded the president, "It is better not to say such things in this occasion."
The president snorted coldly and said, "You dare to do it, but you are afraid that others will know?"
My ancestors, do you think Zhang XX will send someone to assassinate you tonight. Luo Jie covered his little dirty face and observed the surrounding environment vigilantly: "I see you want to go to the toilet, come on, I'll keep watch for you, go to the toilet quickly!"