An Yi was on the spot, and Lai Qijun suddenly came to see her again. What happened?
Seeing that the secretary had turned around, she had no choice but to follow her. Her sprained foot was still very painful and she couldn't walk fast, but the secretary had no intention of waiting for her.
Lai Qijun just put down the contract in his hand. This was what Han Ziqiao had brought to him when he came here. In his mind, he suddenly recalled what he said about the light being broken in the corridor.
And the woman who fell down was actually her.
"Mr. Lai." An Yi's voice came from outside the door.
He corrected himself and asked her to come in.
An Yi went in and saw that he was the only one inside. She looked around suspiciously, but she heard the man say contemptuously: "Stop looking, let's go." Are you looking for Han Ziqiao? He really underestimated her, how could she?
Look like you know everyone very well?
Sun Yian, Sun Yian, what are you capable of?
The most disgusting thing is that she seems to be only so indifferent to herself?
This made him, a young man who was traveling in the colorful world, find it extremely unacceptable. It was a man's frustration and unacceptable.
Must not.
An Yi was taken aback, quickly regained consciousness, lowered her head and asked, "Why did Mr. Lai come to see me?"
He threw a document in front of her to her: "I heard that you are good at printing documents. Go and print three copies for me."
She felt so embarrassed. Didn't he have a secretary? It was her turn to do such a small thing?
However, she had the good sense not to ask these questions.
She nodded, picked up the information on his desk and left. If she sprained her ankle, she wouldn't say it. She wouldn't want this man's sympathy.
Three copies were printed quickly, and I went back and gave them to him. Just as I was about to turn around, he said, "Ah, two copies are missing. Let's go again."
Taking a deep breath, okay, she endured it.
When he came back, as expected, he said again: "Go and print two more copies."
An Yi didn't say anything, turned around and left Lai Qijun's office. This man was definitely sick, and he was seriously ill. But this time, An Yi didn't walk into the elevator, but walked to the bonsai aside and took it out from behind.
A thick stack of information. From the second time he asked her to go downstairs to print, she knew that this matter would not end so soon.
So she was careful when she went down and simply printed out a few more copies so that she wouldn't have to run away when he wanted it again.
This was done over and over again seven times.
She could bear it, but Lai Qijun finally couldn't.
Why can her endurance be so good? Moreover, her efficiency seems to be getting higher and higher?
Finally, when she went out for the eighth time, Lai Qijun stood up and followed her out. He watched in shock as she took out the stack of information from behind the bonsai, counted the number he asked her to print, and then, again
Put the pile of information back again.
No one dared to play tricks in front of him.
She is still the first in history.
When An Yi looked up, she saw the expressionless Lai Qijun standing in front of her. She was startled, and the information in her hand flew to the ground with a crash without taking it out.
"Very good, wantonly squandering company resources and deducting one day's salary from you." He said coldly.
An Yi looked at him with wide eyes, right?
Her salary was not high, and she owed him a lot of debt. Now, he wants to deduct money from her?
"Hey, Mr. Lai..." Follow him into the office.
His handsome eyebrows raised: "What? Do you think your sins are not deep enough?"
With such a look, it was clear that it was impossible to take back his life. An Yi gritted his teeth and said, "You're cruel!"
I don't know why, but seeing An Yi like this, Lai Qijun felt more and more excited. It was like she was pretending to make him feel better.
Seeing her angrily going out, he hummed a song and rested his hands behind his head leisurely.
The secretary came in and was surprised when he saw a large pile of information on his desk: "Mr. Lai, this..."
He didn't even raise his eyes, he just said: "It's lost."
"Yes." The secretary came forward, sorted out those things, turned around and threw them into the trash can.
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As soon as An Yi went back to work, she immediately received a lot of looks.
The colleague who was fired just now for asking her to help print out information even cried and scolded her for being shameless: "Isn't it just printing information? Do you need to complain to Mr. Lai? Don't think you are Mr. Lai personally nodding.
It's great to be admitted! Bah!" Dirty saliva spat on An Yi's body.
She looked at her colleagues in front of her in surprise: "I didn't..."
"Stop explaining, who do you think will believe you?" The colleague sitting opposite her interrupted her contemptuously.
Turning around, she saw everyone looking at her with contempt.
An Yi only felt her heart getting colder little by little.
She didn't do anything at all. Why do everyone treat her like this?
He silently returned to his seat and sat down. His butt touched the chair, and there was a "boom" sound. The chair didn't know what it was, and it fell down.
"Ah..." The pain from her ankle made her cry out.
One person wanted to come over and give her a hand, but was stopped by another person: "What are you doing? What are you afraid of? If you have the ability, ask Mr. Lai to fire all of us."
An Yi bit her lip and didn't say a word.
Finally, when I got off work, the ankle injury became more serious. I had been running before and didn't feel anything.
After limping out, she found Lai Qijun standing at the gate answering the phone.
Should she go or not?
After thinking about it, she decided not to go. She would go out after he left.
After Lai Qijun answered the phone, he accidentally saw An Yi standing at the elevator entrance. He frowned and then waved to her.
An Yi was surprised, turned around, and then remembered that the elevator door was already behind her. So, was he calling her?
Damn it, what did he ask her to do?
When she didn't go over, she heard Lai Qijun roar: "Sun Yian!"
She really wanted to yell back: Your name is Sun Yian!
But... I can only endure it.
Lift your steps and walk slowly over.
Lai Qijun's frown deepened and he pointed at her legs: "What's wrong?"
"fine."
"Twisted?"
"Thank you, Mr. Lai, I'm fine." He asked if he was sick even though he said he was fine.
But she didn't expect the man in front of her to smile slyly, step forward and kick her on the injured area.
"Ouch - it hurts!" I couldn't help but squat down.
The man's hand was already holding her arm: "I'm just checking to see if you're really okay or not." He didn't exert much force, but it looked like it was still serious.
But just now, when he asked her to print out the information, he didn't realize it at all. Was it all done forcefully?
A woman who doesn't want to show weakness in front of men, but also a woman who has no abilities.
He stared at her and pulled her up hard.
An Yi struggled instinctively, but he said, "Why didn't you tell me you were hurt?"
She was so painful that she almost burst into tears. She just wanted to leave this place as soon as possible, but this devil didn't seem to want to let her go.
Just thinking about it, the world was spinning for a while, and he actually hugged her sideways!