Assistant Chen came back to his senses, retracted his gaze, walked over with the document, and placed it on his desk: "Does Li always ask me to prepare a pen? What brand are you used to?"

Without lifting his eyelids, Li Shunan interrupted him with a deep voice, "No need."

Assistant Chen: "..."

What's happening here?

One asked him to prepare a pen, and the other said no...

Assistant Chen nodded, and after putting down the file, he asked hesitantly: "Then, is there anything else I need to do?"

The man didn't lift his eyelids, his tone was calm: "Get out."

Assistant Chen was really a little strange now, nodded again, then turned around and went out.

The office fell into silence.

Li Shunan leaned against the back of his chair, frowning slightly, his slender fingers pressed twice on the table.

What does the little girl mean?

If he hadn't seen the pen, he wouldn't have grasped a pen.

But after seeing that pen, I can't help thinking.

The pen was not for him, who was it for? !

The man sighed and took a signature pen from the pen holder. After looking at it for two seconds, he threw it away again angrily.

Li Shunan leaned against the back of his chair, raised his hand and pinched the bridge of his straight nose.

The little girl hasn't given him a pen yet.

Who is that pen for?

-

Jiang Ling knew that he hadn't realized what was wrong in the office.

But the attitude of other colleagues towards her has undergone a subtle change.

She realized this!

Originally, she was indifferent to her and would not be targeted, but it would not show special enthusiasm. Even with a trace of defense.

After all, she belongs to other companies and is not very familiar with them.

But in such a short time, several people have come to have a good relationship with her.

Ask her if she needs help, and pour her coffee and water.

Just like now.

A woman who had never met before, walked to Jiang Lingzhi's desk and smiled and said, "Secretary Jiang, what can I do for you? You can tell me anything!"

Jiang Lingzhi was stunned for a moment, then raised his head: "No."

The woman did not give up: "You are welcome, if you have any documents that need to be printed, you can give it to me, I just want to go there!"

Jiang Lingzhi twitched the corner of his lips: "It's really not necessary."

The woman's gaze swept across her table, and suddenly her eyes lit up: "Hey, you have finished drinking this glass of water, let me pour it for you!"

Before Jiang Ling could react, the woman picked up her glass and walked to the pantry.

Jiang Ling knew: "..."

This is already the third time an enthusiastic colleague has poured her water.

Three cups of water were poured, two cups of coffee were poured, and four asked her if she wanted to get information and documents.

Jiang Lingzhi suddenly felt a little tired, because he was afraid of this happening, so he wanted to hide his identity.

How can she concentrate on work like this?

Jiang Ling sighed with great sadness while supporting his face.

Just thinking of this, a person leaned in next to him.

"What's wrong with Secretary Jiang? Is it too tired? Why do you sigh? Do you need me to massage you? My technique is very professional!"

Jiang Lingzhi was taken aback by the sudden voice, and politely refused: "Thank you, but no need."

"You are welcome, everyone, colleagues, come here, let me give you a massage!" Then the woman was about to reach out her hand.