Song Yiyi and Wang Ling turned around and looked.
Standing at the door was a young man with a spiky buzz cut, squinting at people through his single eyelids, an unlit cigarette dangling from his lips.
"Sister Wang, I'm busy."
The young man took off the jacket that was casually draped over his shoulders and walked into the office.
His gaze passed Wang Ling and fell on Song Yiyi, "Oh, someone is coming?"
Wang Ling sighed softly and said unhappily, "Hao Jianguo, watch your attitude."
As she spoke, she raised her hand to check the time. "We go to work at nine o'clock. Why are you late every day? If you do this, I will..."
When Wang Ling was talking incessantly.
Hao Jianguo had already walked around her, picked his ears, and sat down opposite Song Yiyi.
He looked carefree.
It seemed that he was not listening to Wang Ling at all.
Hao Jianguo raised his hand without much interest and casually threw his coat onto the desk.
The desk in their office is not wide.
Similar to a desk.
Four together.
It can barely form a large desk.
Therefore, the space per person is very limited.
When Hao Jianguo threw it, Song Yiyi's notebook became crooked and almost slipped to the ground.
Song Yiyi quickly protected the book and used the pen in her hand to poke Hao Jianguo's coat towards him.
Hao Jianguo sat there in a nonchalant manner.
Seeing this scene, he was not angry, but smiled in a naughty way.
But before the smile on his lips spread, Wang Ling's voice rang in his ears, "Mr. Hao Jianguo, did you listen to me?"
Wang Ling's heart was beating fast with anger. She tapped the table with her hand and said, "This is Miss Song Yiyi, the wife of our Political Commissar Cen. She's one year older than you. You should call her sister."
"Or Song Zhi."
Hao Jianguo stood up, patted Wang Ling's shoulder, and said perfunctorily, "Okay, okay, I understand. Sister Wang, you chant faster than the monks in the temple."
He complained a little, turned around and walked out of the office in a few steps.
Wang Ling almost couldn't breathe.
She leaned on the edge of the table and panted, her tone helpless: "How did our Women's Federation end up with him..."
This bastard.
Wang Ling said this to Hao Jianguo in the hope that he could understand the hidden meaning in her words.
The child has only been here for about a month.
He hadn't done anything yet, but he had already caused a lot of trouble.
He had argued and quarreled with the other three women, and even made them cry.
She used to criticize Hao Jianguo harshly several times.
He went to apologize to them and comforted them and the situation was resolved.
Now that someone is here, and she is the lover of the hospital leader, we can't let him do this anymore.
If something really happens.
Sometimes it is no longer a problem that can be solved internally.
I remembered that I had just been scolded by Political Commissar Cen that morning.
Wang Ling's temples began to throb.
Otherwise, I have to give that kid a few more instructions. They are really more difficult to please than the other.
Just as Wang Ling was about to turn around, the office door opened again.
Hao Jianguo smiled and held a cup of tea, stuffed it into Wang Ling's hand, and said in a gentle voice: "Sister Wang, it's cold, have a cup of tea to warm yourself up."
He even supported Wang Ling, trying to move her towards the desk next to him. "Hurry up and sit down and have a rest."
Wang Ling was probably really stunned. She took two steps after him before she realized, "Hey, kid, I was still talking to Song Xiaozhi about work..."
I just said half of what I was saying.
We can't just leave it like this.
Hao Jianguo quickly replied, "I know. It's just that we've been busy with work lately. It's just a small matter. I'll talk to... Song Xiaozhi about it!"
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