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Chapter 115 On Duty
Qiaoqiao: "Little monster, are you up and what are you doing?"

Luo: "It's work, I got up early."

After He Luo typed this line, with whole wheat toast in his mouth, he hurriedly jumped from the bus onto the platform, and then trotted into the towering building in front of him in three steps and two steps.

The building with a total of 32 floors is occupied by the representative pumping association, where there is everything to eat, drink and have fun.

But today he is on duty.

In other words, he needs to be on duty here every Saturday from now on.

Qiao Qiao: "Go to work? Aren't you the owner of the fruit shop? Why do you still need to go to work?"

Luo: "Actually, I have another job, similar to a civil servant."

Qiao Qiao: "Civil servants don't need to go to work on Saturdays."

Luo: "Civil servants are not so relaxed that they only need to work one day a week."

Bieka entered, and after greeting Uncle Xiong on the first floor, he hurriedly squeezed into the same elevator with many people.

Among the lit buttons of "2nd floor", "3rd floor" and "7th floor", he was the only one who pressed the "17th floor", which was an area exclusively for drawers.

He Luo thought to himself: Well, I admit that it's cool to press that button in front of everyone, and I feel envious and surprised all around, but why can't there be more elevators in such a big building?I finally know what kind of adjective a sardine in a can is.

Qiaoqiao: "You haven't replied to my message for 2 minutes. You will lose me if you do this."

At the same time, I have to deal with this annoying woman.

Luo: "I was squeezing the elevator just now, so I don't have time to look at my phone."

Luo: "Sister, I'm going to work today, can you understand?"

Qiaoqiao: "Well, you can, but you have to tell me what you do for a living first, because I'm curious."

Luo: "The ones who sit in the office make coffee or tea every day."

Jojo: "Similar to a clerk."

Luo: "Almost."

Jojo: "Okay, then you can be busy."

Qiao Qiao: "However, how about having a meal with you after get off work today? I miss you."

Just when He Luo was thinking about whether to agree or simply refuse, a mechanical female voice came from his ear.

"Ding dong, the seventeenth floor is here."

He was the only one left in the elevator. The good news was that Qian Dai did not come to work today. Only Qian Dai's secretary was sorting documents in the office.

As soon as he stepped into the office, he saw a familiar face, Wang Zhengyu, greeting him with a smile.

"Hey, brother, it's not a good thing to be late on the first day of duty!"

He Luo turned on the phone and saw that it was exactly 1:[-], one minute late.

So he laughed awkwardly and said: "It's all because the elevator stopped on the left and stopped one floor after another. It was too slow."

Wang Zhengyu patted him on the shoulder: "The good news is that Qian Dai did not come to the meeting today, so no one will know that you are late."

"This is the only good news today." He Luo sighed.

Early this morning, Qian Dai suddenly received a fatal phone call, telling him that his duty schedule was set on Saturdays every week.

He Luo asked Qian Dai what day of the week it is.

Qian Zhuo replied that he was Saturday.

He was so frightened that he jumped up from the bed.

"Brother Wang, why are you in the meeting today? Is there something wrong?"

Wang Zhengyu walked around the office, finally sat back in his seat, found a comfortable position, and crossed his legs.

"It's not thanks to you, because Qian Dai asked me to introduce you around at that time, and the personnel department naturally arranged us together. From now on, every Saturday, we can be in this steel giant I saw the figure of the two of us relying on each other."

"That's true, I'm sorry." He Luo coughed twice.
"It's okay, anyway, Qian Dai is usually not around on Saturdays, so I just think of it as a different place to drink tea and play with my phone."

Wang Zhengyu comfortably took out the tea set from the desk drawer. He Luo remembered that Qian Zhuo also had a similar pair.

"Miss Weiling, can you come here?" Wang Zhengyu shouted loudly.

Just when He Luo was wondering who the woman named Wei Ling was, he heard a reply sound like a bell ringing from behind.

"Okay, Mr. Wang, here we come."

Then, He Luo saw an exquisite amateur coming out of Qian Zhuo's office, wearing a knee-length professional skirt and elegant makeup, with long black hair tied behind his head and pinned with a gold hairpin.

With an elegant smile on his face, he walked step by step in the direction of He Luo with the sound of low-heeled shoes clicking.

To be precise, he was walking in the direction of Wang Zhengyu.

If He Luo remembered correctly, this girl was the little secretary who was scolded bloody by Qian Zhuo for not making good tea when he reported on the first day.

"Good morning, Mr. He!"

She first greeted He Luo who was on the side, then looked at Wang Zhengyu
"Mr. Wang, do you have any needs?"

Wang Zhengyu handed over the tea set in his hand: "Use the oolong tea in the office, freshly boiled water, and brew three courses."

The secretary named Weiling looked distressed: "Mr. Wang, but that oolong tea Qiandai said that you can't use it casually."

He waved his hand, as if he didn't care: "I'm not an outsider, so there's nothing I can't use. Besides, Qian Dai is not here today."

Seeing that the secretary was still hesitating, Wang Zhengyu smirked and patted her

"Okay, let's go!"

He Luo frowned indistinctly.

If he read it right just now, the position where Wang Zhengyu's hand slapped just now was the crotch?Or somewhere more in-between?
What's the situation?
Is there any strange relationship between Wang Zhengyu and Qian Zhuo's female secretary?

But then he saw the gloomy expression on the face of the female secretary who turned around.

It was an extremely stiff fake smile that was both perfunctory and depressing.

Miss Wei Ling staggered into the tea room with such an expression.

He Luo took a look at Wang Zhengyu, who was sitting upright in his seat, looking at him with a rather expectant look, and suddenly felt that it was better not to ask him about this matter.

Seeing that he didn't respond for a long time, Wang Zhengyu seemed to be somewhat disappointed, and asked with a smile: "Brother, don't you drink tea? I can ask Miss Weiling to make a pot for you by the way."

"No, no, forget it." He Luo quickly waved his hands and refused: "I'm not used to drinking tea."

"In contrast, I prefer drinking, or... coffee or something?" He casually made an excuse for himself, just wanting to get out of the situation that has gradually become awkward, go back to his seat and play on the phone all day.

Wang Zhengyu stood up and patted him on the back: "It's strange that no one drinks in the office, but there are some high-quality coffee and tea rooms."

He pointed to the tea room, which was exactly where Miss Wei Ling had just entered.

Now He Luo is a little bit embarrassed, and he can't even think about it.

"Well, I'll go by myself."

(End of this chapter)