An office? ! Gao Leng was taken aback. Looking at Yang Guanguan, who was walking by with coffee in the distance, she saw that she is still in a tight-fitting professional suit today, but today’s clothes are light green. This light green is very attractive. , The temperament is not good for the aunt, especially if the skin tone is tested, the skin is white.

Yang Guanguan is very suitable for light green, 25 years old, white and tall, and also very suitable for this kind of professional suit, with unevenness and temperament.

The upper body is a small suit, a deep V-neck, a small white sling inside, the button on the chest looks like it will break at any time as usual, and the lower body is a tight-fitting buttocks small A-line skirt.

What kind of skirt is the small A-line skirt? It is the kind of skirt that does not have a skirt and hugs the hips tightly. Well, it's just tight, buttocks, buttocks, buttocks, but don't care too much about other details.

The same black stockings, wearing white high heels came over.

"Mr. Gao early, please." Yang Guanguan held a cup of coffee and led the way in front. Gao Leng frowned involuntarily looking at her back.

An office with such a **** secretary? ! and……

Gao Leng looked around. The general manager's office was at the other end, and there was a rest room with few people in between. This...

Isn't it right? !

The last sentence "your thigh stretched out with a slit" made Yang Guanguan misunderstand herself, this time she can't make her misunderstand him anymore, Gao Leng thought to himself, straightened his body a little bit quickly, and gotten the collar.

When I walked to the office door, the door was very large. The mahogany carved door with two open doors adds extra atmosphere and value. Also, the vice president often negotiates business, but the office is the facade.

With one push, a large screen at the door blocks the scenery behind, and there is a compartment of about 20 square meters on the screen. There is a desk next to it. There is also a computer and a pen holder on the table. The pens in the pen holder are all pink. Yes, needless to say, this is the office of Yang Guanguan.

The space behind can be seen through the screen, which is huge.

Yang Guanguan put the coffee on his table with one hand, walked in to meet Gao Leng with one hand, and said with a smile, "Gao, please, tell me if you are not satisfied."

"Yes, yes, yes, if you need to adjust, tell us." Director Zhang immediately stretched out his hand in Gao Leng's other hand and bent over to welcome him.

Going around the screen, suddenly enlightened.

Nearly two hundred square meters of office, in the imperial capital, such a large office is staggering, Xingsheng is indeed magnificent, and the more comfortable is the huge floor-to-ceiling windows. The twenty-third floor is like a view. The platform is average, overlooking the city.

The interior decoration adopts Chinese classical decoration. If you say this office, it still looks expensive in Chinese style. Of course, it is expensive. The price of mahogany furniture is here.

"Look, are you satisfied with this bookcase?" Director Zhang smiled and pointed to the mahogany bookcase with books on the whole wall. Now there are bookcases in the general manager's office, and they are all on the whole wall. The books have to be full.

Gao Leng's is no exception, but the difference is that there is a blank in the middle of the cabinet, on which there are paintings with golden pens.

This is the painting that Director Zhang made when Gao Leng was just promoted to manager. At that time, Xingsheng had three gold pens, and the other two were old and respected reporters. Gao Leng felt that it was not appropriate. They were all well-known old reporters in the industry. They were afraid that people would think he was too public, so they didn't let Director Zhang hang up.

Nowadays, the golden pen head is hung upright in the middle of the cabinet. The golden pen head is the title of the highest honor for reporters in Xingsheng Magazine, and it is hung upright on it.

No one will question or criticize again.

"It's just a mere golden pen. It's a bit inconsistent with Mr. Gao's contribution to Xingsheng." Director Zhang shook his head helplessly: "Our magazine still needs a higher medal of honor."

Not only will no one question or criticize it, on the contrary, this golden pen to describe Gao Leng is indeed too weak.

The golden pen is good at writing, and the manuscripts he writes can withstand the test. Gao Leng has not only made good manuscripts, but also brought a lot of advertisements and planned several complete consecutive reports.

A golden pen is not enough to summarize Gao Leng's achievements.

"Very satisfied, well furnished." Gao Leng looked around and found Director Zhang's decorations, coupled with Yang Guanguan's decorations, the room is not only comfortable and magnificent. It is indeed very good to entertain various entrepreneurs and partners here. it is good.

Director Zhang saw Gao Leng's satisfaction, he sighed in deep relief and bent over: "Then I'm going to pack the things in the office below you, Manager Jian will move in." He said, and walked out gently. , Took the door.

"Mr. Gao, coffee." Yang Guanguan gently put the coffee on the table and said: "I have booked a nearby restaurant and selected red and white wine. Is it the luncheon today?"

"Both at noon and night." Gao Leng took a sip of the coffee. It was fragrant. He nodded in satisfaction and asked, "Did you call Miss Tang, the personnel manager of Tianren Media?"

"It's hit, do you need me to pick it up?" Yang Guanguan looked at the time: "Now at half past ten, the table will start at 12 o'clock?"

"You don't need to pick it up." Gao Leng sat down at the desk, and felt two words as soon as he did it: comfort.

The huge leather swivel chair, the lumbar spine is not tired when you sit up, and you can just see the scenery outside the window when you look to the left. The tall buildings make people feel a sense of lofty pride.

Sitting in the position of Xingsheng's vice president is surging.

"Mr. Gao, is Miss Tang alone at noon?" Yang Guanguan stood in front of Gao Leng's desk and asked politely. Gao Leng glanced at her, and saw that in addition to being polite in her eyes, she was a little bit more polite. alert.

It can be seen that Gao Leng is already a rogue boss in her eyes.

Gao Leng nodded, didn't say much, thinking about seeing people's hearts for a long time, and he couldn't explain it clearly for a while.

"Who is it at night? I have a good number." Yang Guanguan shook his lips: "It's also good to judge the other party's drinking capacity. After all, this is the first time to go out to socialize with Mr. Gao. Knowing yourself, knowing your enemy is invincible."

While talking, Yang Guanguan's hands were twisted together, looking very nervous.

Gao Leng couldn't help but smile, patted his head and looked at Yang Guanguan, who was a little nervous. No wonder she was nervous, too. After all, this was the first time Yang Guanguan socialized with Gao Leng. As a secretary, she, During this period, apart from assisting the office director to set up a dozen meetings for Gao Leng, there was nothing else to do.

So many colleagues secretly began to say that she is a vase.

Also, because she was too sexy, it was easy for people to think it was a vase.

"At noon, I don't know the amount of Miss Tang's drink. I guess I have to drink a little, red." Gao Leng thought for a while.

Yang Guanguan nodded.

"At night..." Gao Leng thought slightly: "This meal can't be arranged near the company at night. Arrange it farther, and you can book another restaurant."

When Yang Guanguan heard this, he was a little puzzled, but he didn't say anything. He nodded, and set the distance.

"As for how much to drink at night, it's not sure. By the way, can you drink?" Gao Leng asked.

"Not very...not very good to drink." Yang Guanguan wanted to say that he still stopped.

"Oh, open it up that night, by the way, drink it white." Gao Leng waved his hand.