Chapter 9 Boss! Is he teasing me?

But he still continued to read the entire poem calmly and in a very smooth tone.

Zhao Feiran couldn't help but be surprised. He originally thought that this young man who looked like a vase could only bluff people, but his spoken pronunciation was extremely good.

Although--

He didn't understand the meaning.

I only know it's French.

"What's the name of your poem? I'd like to hear it translated." Zhao Feiran became interested, his eyes shining.

But Shen Zhouyi interrupted.

"Okay, the level is good. If there is no other better candidate, let's just admit him." She didn't look at the man sitting casually over there. She only felt that her throat was itchy and her ears were hot. She unconsciously raised her hand to touch her earlobe.

Pei Jinxing lazily turned his head and did not miss her series of small movements.

He knows.

She understood.

Zhao Feiran nodded blankly: "The level is indeed very good...but you don't want to listen anymore?"

He especially wanted Shen Zhouyi to hear the... uninhibited and decadent sexy energy when this man recited the core socialist values ​​to him in a pure English accent.

Even a grown man like him can hardly stand it.

What kind of environment could raise such an upright man?

For those who didn’t know, I thought I was reading some ear-splitting love story.

A naturally good voice has already won most of the battles.

In order to further test his skill, he asked him to read a poem in French.

How nice it sounds.

Why isn't the boss willing to listen?

"As long as you feel good about it."

Shen Zhouyi stopped expressing any opinions and turned around to get a drink of water.

When her back was turned to them, she breathed a sigh of relief. For the second time, she was hooked by the little boy.

Could it be that she has been single for too long?

She got angry even though she didn't do anything.

Zhao Feiran scratched his head, looked at Pei Jinxing over there, walked over and handed him an object: "Congratulations on your joining. This is a temporary job card for the gallery. From 9 to 5, you need to do some translation, explanation, and exhibition planning.

As well as handling the boss’s personal affairs, do you understand?”

Pei Jinxing took it over, "Personal matters? Personal secretary?"

Zhao Feiran: "...It doesn't have to be so ambiguous, our boss is quite serious."

Shen Zhouyi: "..." You don't have to explain it deliberately.

Pei Jinxing glanced at her thoughtfully, and an unpredictable chuckle escaped from his throat.

Hearing it in human ears makes one feel inexplicably panicked.

He didn't say anything more and asked again: "Does it include meals?"

Shen Zhouyi couldn't help but glance at him again.

Is he... so poor?

Zhao Feiran: "There are housing and meal subsidies."

Pei Jinxing stood up and looked at his phone. There was a faint red circle under his drooping eyelashes. He seemed to be awake and tired: "Well, I will go to work tomorrow."

He took a long step and left.

Then he glanced at Shen Zhouyi, who had his back turned to him, and said unhurriedly: "Your French is good."

Finished.

Then he left.

Shen Zhouyi rubbed the rim of the ceramic cup, turned around and looked in the direction of the door, and smiled forcefully.

I just feel surprised.

His mind was sharp, and he directly broke her pretense of calmness.

Zhao Feiran didn't understand the reason for this subtle atmosphere between the two.

Could it be possible that the two of them had some deep brainwave communication in front of him?

No?

"What did he mean by that?"

Shen Zhouyi took a sip of warm water and asked thoughtfully: "Did you ask him to read that poem?"

Zhao Feiran said loudly: "He just started reading the Socialist Core Values ​​in English. I thought it was too common to memorize that, so I asked him to read some emotional foreign masterpieces. What was the name of the one just now?"

Although I didn't understand it.

But he knew that Shen Zhouyi should know better.

Their boss is a very talented woman.

"A song by Tranström..." Shen Zhouyi said calmly as he walked to his office: "Erotic poetry."

Zhao Feiran: "...?"

His scalp felt numb, and he quickly opened the browser and searched for related information.

Finally, I learned the original text of the poem Pei Jinxing read.

"…………"

Fortunately, he thought Pei Jinxing was very upright and high-level when he read aloud, making people intoxicated. He thought it was some masterpiece with gorgeous rhetoric.

The result is a little yellow poem…

Zhao Feiran looked at the translated version.

It took a while before he could hold back his words: "...How dare he do that?"

He asked him to read aloud something emotional, but did not let him read aloud anything that was too "intense".

A few seconds later, Zhao Feiran seemed to suddenly realize something, and yelled loudly and angrily: "Ah, what the fuck? He just read this little yellow song to me, did he..."

"Teasing me???"

This is a twist.

Shen Zhouyi, who was walking in front, said: "..."

Zhao Feiran, who felt deeply that he had been 'offended', broke into a cold sweat.

He turned around and chased Shen Zhouyi with a bang, making noise and dissatisfaction, "Boss, boss, do you really want to hire this person? He is too old and dishonest!"

He organized his words and then said: "Based on my thirty-two years of experience in looking at people, I suddenly felt that this person has a very evil feeling, that kind of... let me think about it." Two seconds later,

"Not like a good person's intuition!"

A cultured scoundrel!

Shen Zhouyi smiled when he heard this, walked to her drawing board, picked a utility knife from the pen holder, and sharpened the pencil carefully with his eyes lowered.

"Didn't you say that he is very good? You are not happy about it."

Zhao Feiran said in an incredible tone: "It's not because I didn't know that what he read was a pornographic poem! It's too arrogant, and he asked me to run around to serve him. If he really recruits me, let alone one person."

Ancestors!”

Shen Zhouyi smiled warmly: "It's okay. It's just a short-term position. It only lasts for two months. It only depends on his personal ability. For the rest, what is there to be afraid of? Is it possible that he is afraid that I will be taken away by no one?"

Pay you a salary?" She curled her lips, "As for teasing...don't worry, people have been looking at my fairy face since they were little, and their aesthetics must be high, so you are safe."

"boss!"

"Okay, no more joking, I know it well."

Shen Zhouyi patted Zhao Feiran on the shoulder to comfort him.

Zhao Feiran opened his mouth, but finally gave up in frustration.

His boss has nothing but a good temper. He has never seen her angry before, and it seems that nothing can arouse her negative emotions.

Zhao Feiran left resentfully like a lost dog.

Shen Zhouyi opened the music box as usual and played an English song.

After carefully sharpening a pencil.

She was in a daze for a while.
To be continued...