This person, sometimes he really can't relax too much. Once he relaxes, he will lose his mind. Especially if he stays in a warm, sweet and beautiful environment for too long, and returns to the cage in front of him, he will have an indescribable feeling of suffocation.
Spread from the depths of my heart.
Take the elevator upstairs.
Bo Jinghan opened the door to the room that belonged to her and stepped into it.
It's like walking into a luxurious prison.
The aroma of incense that hits her nostrils is something she is familiar with and likes.
But smelling it now only made her feel depressed and dull, making her frown and even her brain hurt a little.
Aze seemed to notice it and quickly stepped forward to help her open all the windows around her.
A slow breeze suddenly poured in, blowing away the dull and fragrant air in the room, bringing a sense of coolness and freshness.
However, this did not relieve her headache.
Looking at the stacks of folders piled up on the table, Jinghan Bo reached out his hand again and rubbed his temples, while taking a deep breath.
"Miss, you..."
"Don't say comforting words. You can help me pack my luggage. I'll wash my face and then go to work."
With a wry smile, Bo Jinghan stretched out his hand toward the office table. The pile of files was not even neatly arranged, so he pointed at the folders stacked together, shook his head again, and turned his coat on the bed.
As soon as he threw it away, he turned around and entered the bathroom.
The bathroom door slammed shut.
As the door closed, Aze's eyes shifted back to the place she had just pointed to. Looking at the documents piled up in a mess, he couldn't help but frown. At the same time, he secretly complained in his heart that the person who was...
Terence had never even met him, and Terence assigned it directly to Jinghan Bo's "secretary".
With this level of document organization, can I be a secretary?!
Due to obsessive-compulsive disorder, Aze stepped forward habitually and began to sort out the documents on the table.
When Bo Jinghan washed his face and came out, the messy tabletop had been arranged neatly again. Everything was arranged according to her habits. Even the place where the coffee cup was always placed was prepared for her by Aze.
Stayed out.
Looking at the clean and tidy desktop, Bo Jinghan was startled for a moment, then turned around and glanced at Aze, who had already squatted down and started packing his suitcase, and quickly thanked him in a low voice. At the same time, he did not forget to praise him and express his appreciation.
His heartfelt thanks.
Aze didn't show any pretense. After accepting the compliments and thanks, he continued to pack his suitcase.
Bo Jinghan also walked around the workbench, sat down on his seat, and began to look at the accumulated documents.
Yes, working in the temple and working in the company are definitely two different feelings.
Even sometimes, the things she holds in her hands are still planning projects, financial statements, or planning documents for some big cases. But when looking at it, or when the idea is implemented, she always needs to switch to more
Think about it mentally.
Therefore, this is a bit more tiring than working overtime in the company.
In addition, she is not very familiar with many things in the temple, so she has to think carefully for a long time before she can take action.
And just when she was concentrating on what she was doing, there was a sudden knock on the door.
Bo Jinghan came to his senses, looked up at Aze who was about to get up, exchanged glances, and then turned to look in the direction of the door panel.
After a three-second pause, she asked in a low voice: "Who?"
