At the beginning of this year, Kobayashi was promoted to the secretary office of the group headquarters and became the youngest employee in the department.
His performance in the first two quarters was excellent. At the beginning of the third quarter, Kobayashi was finally allowed to enter the chairman's office, accept the personal leadership of the chairman himself, and do some errands.
This morning, Xiaolin made coffee for the mentor in the tea room, and on the way back to the office, he met the boss of the chairman who came to work.
Yan Lin saw him, nodded, and said to him, "Secretary Lin, good morning."
Xiaolin was so excited that the coffee in his hand almost spilled: "Hello, Chairman!"
When he returned to the secretary's room, his hands were still shaking.
When he was working in an industrial group, Xiaolin heard from the leaders that the chairman and his son were unsmiling and very gloomy. In the six months since he was promoted to the headquarters, he really felt the cold and high pressure in the chairman's office all the time. Even when he explained his work, the big boss did not necessarily look up at him, let alone greet him when he happened to meet on the road. .
Just now, when Yan Lin nodded slightly at him, Xiao Lin excitedly had a premonition that the chairman was in a good mood today.
Unexpectedly, he would take the initiative to say "good morning" to him later, with a few short words, which made Xiao Lin feel as flattered as a sweeping maid by the emperor.
The mood of the big boss today is not generally good, but the invincible goodness of spinning and jumping to the sky and side by side with the sun!
Xiaolin didn't dare to look at the big boss's face seriously at all, but he felt the spring breeze blowing towards his face, the kind of refreshing and high-spirited state that was clearly only when he encountered a rare event in his life.
It's a pity that Xiaolin couldn't imagine that someone like the big boss who stood at the top of the pyramid would encounter any happy event that would make him more energetic.
Xiao Lin thought about it for a whole morning, but he couldn't think of a reason even if he wanted to go bald.
Near the lunch break, the chairman asked him to come into the office to do errands.
"This pile of documents will be mailed to the general managers of the industry group according to the label, and let them find a time within this week to make an appointment with me for a conference call. Just contact you, and the schedule will be arranged for me. In addition, at 2 o'clock in the afternoon, call the technical development department. President Wang is coming to my office."
"OK."
Kobayashi walked out of the office with a stack of documents in his arms.
"Wait a moment."
Yan Lin suddenly stopped him.
Xiaolin stood up nervously, and finally dared to raise his eyes to respectfully look at the man behind the desk.
What's up...not as happy as in the morning?
Yan Lin: "How old are you?"
Secretary Lin: "The first birthday is exactly 30."
Yan Lin put one hand on the desk, and tapped the desk with his fingertips:
"How old do you think I look?"
Secretary Lin: ...
He swallowed a mouthful of horror: "You...look at least ten years younger than your real age."
This is a big truth, and the ingredients of slapping horses are not high.
Although the big boss has a cold personality and a ruthless style, his appearance is indeed too high, and he keeps exercising all year round and maintains a good figure. Even if he is over fifty, he is still the idol of thousands of women in the entire group, between 20 and 60. Young and old all eat.
Yan Lin hooked his fingers and asked Secretary Lin to come to him.
He turned on the computer screen, and a beautiful photo appeared on the screen.
Yan Lin cleared his throat:
"Cough cough. Mr. Huang and I have recently been studying industrial planning in the health field. Among them, the medical beauty market has been very prosperous in recent years."
Secretary Lin nodded very seriously, but he couldn't help thinking - medical beauty? It is a bit too far from the original industrial structure of our group.
Yan Lin: "This one on the screen is the spokesperson of a medical and aesthetic institution. Get closer and guess her actual age."
Secretary Lin took a step forward, barely thinking about it, and blurted out:
"Although it is well maintained, looking at the state of the facial muscles, it should be over 30 years old."
Yan Lin: ......
Secretary Lin continued to comment: "They are a very well-chosen spokesperson. The image of an elegant and noble young woman is outstanding in appearance and temperament. The target customer group must be the upper-middle class and above."
Yan Lin: ......
Elegant and noble...young woman?
Chairman Yan's expression turned bad.
He was originally 5 years older than his wife, and after the long-lost spring | night last night, it feels even more strange when I think about it today.
The more I thought about it, the more I felt like a middle-aged slut had fallen for a young girl.
Listening to Secretary Lin's evaluation today, the age gap between him and Zheng Lan has widened from five years old to at least ten years old.
"She's my wife."
Yan Lin indifferently turned off the display,
"Forty-eighth this year."
Secretary Lin: ...
After driving away the sluggish and confused subordinates, Yan Lin sat alone in the silent office and began to seriously think about the possibility of the group entering the medical beauty industry.
Regardless of whether the group is suitable or not, he really should find a doctor to save him now.
If it goes on like this, according to Miss Zheng's poisonous personality, maybe one day she will jokingly call him "Dad".
While anxious, Yan Lin suddenly remembered that today's "Sweet Wife" task has not yet been drawn.
Get ready early.
He immediately took out his mobile phone and clicked on the applet.
After just one day, the noble Chairman Yan's perception of this small program with a tender interface has undergone earth-shaking changes.
This is really good stuff!
As expected of the old witch, oh no, the awesome thing developed by the good daughter-in-law.
He stretched out his slender index finger and solemnly clicked the draw button in the center of the screen.
I hope it is still a massage task of pinching the feet, or pinching the shoulders, beating the back and beating the legs.
The technician surnamed Yan who fell in love with massaged his wife thought so.
[No.017_Please complete this task within ten minutes - if your wife is by your side, tell her you love her immediately, if your wife is not by your side, call her immediately and tell her you miss her~]
Yan Lin stared at the phone and took a minute to calm down.
Fortunately, he is now a man who has experienced strong winds and waves. Although this task is numb and embarrassing, it is still acceptable.
It is in a high-end spa club halfway away from the Yan's headquarters building.
Zheng Lan was lying on her back on the latex beauty bed. In the same room were her college classmate Yu Jing and two other ladies and friends who had a more general relationship.
The room is filled with a strong fragrance of rose essential oil, and four beauticians sit by the bed and do facial spa treatments for customers.
The lady friend was discussing the body spa project with the beautician. Zheng Lan's beautician also recommended to her the new body oil and body beauty equipment introduced in the store recently.
Zheng Lan: "No problem, just add it to my membership card and try it out next week. If it works well, I'll order it for a few more years."
Beautician: "Aren't you going to try it today?"
After listening to Zheng Lan, he inexplicably pulled up the collar of his soft shirt:
"I don't need it today, I just make a face today."
She didn't control her temperature well last night. When she woke up in the morning, her condition was ambiguous and tragic. In the summer, she could only wear a shirt when she went out to the spa, and she was dying of heat.
The sister in the next bed said enviously:
"There are special beauty salons and personal technicians at home. You can do it whenever you want. Every time you go out to your store, it's just to chat with ordinary people like us."
Another sister: "Oh, when I sell my two villas at the end of the year and save some spare money, I will also take a bath with essential oils every day, and invite a yoga teacher to come to the house for one-on-one lessons. It's good to have money, Lan Lan, You are one year older than me, and your skin looks at least ten years younger than mine, especially your body, how can you maintain the same care as you are in your 20s or 30s, it's too strong."
"That's not right. If I were her husband, I would definitely love her to death. I would hug her to sleep every day and never let go."
Miss Zheng likes to listen to flattery, but this last sentence inexplicably provoked her:
"Who wants him to hold, a piece of old bacon, I prefer small fresh pork."
On the other side of the bed, Yu Jing, who had been listening silently to the chats of the ladies, interjected. She is now working in a TV station with a high position, and all kinds of news are available in all directions:
"Lan Lan, you can be content. Last month, our TV station's financial channel interviewed your husband. In a total of five minutes of interview time, netizens forcibly created tens of thousands of barrages, which are more popular than interviews with first-line stars. I specifically read a few popular comments, and there are a lot of 18- or 19-year-old girls rushing to marry your 50-year-old man."
Zheng Lan: "Hey, children are really snobbish now, and they will sell their youth for a few stinky money."
Yu Jing laughed: "Part of the reason. I think it's mainly because your husband is too handsome, and Yan Gou's feast, even if he doesn't have money, is so much that people want to post it upside down."
Zheng Lan didn't have a good word in his mouth: "It's fifty-three years old, and you want to return to Yangou's feast? I'm not ashamed."
She scolded him for being "not ashamed", but she felt ashamed inexplicably.
Maybe it's been too long since she was close. Last night, she always felt that she had returned to her energetic age in her twenties, and the man who fell with her was also extremely young in appearance and figure.
The wrinkles at the end of his eyes are already very clear, but his body and energy are really...
The eight-pack abs still feel fresh and slippery, much prettier than most small fresh meat...
"Ma'am, are you a little allergic?"
The beautician stood up in panic,
"The cheeks are so red, I'll wash it off for you now."
Zheng Lan: "It's okay, I'm just a little hot. Turn down the air conditioner."
Beautician: "Okay."
Just as he was talking, Zheng Lan's cell phone on the low cabinet of the beauty bed suddenly rang.
She didn't bother to look at it, so she asked the beautician beside her directly: "Who beat it?"
The beautician read out the word "Yan Lin".
The indoor temperature has dropped, and the flushing on Zheng Lan's face has also faded a lot:
"Hands-free for me."
The sisters around her didn't react, they were used to it.
They all know that Yan Lin's character is indifferent and old-fashioned. Even when talking to his wife, he has a business-like tone. The chat content is nothing more than "where to eat today", "what are the children doing", "where am I going on business today" and so on. There are no shady topics.
At the same time, they were also very interested in the conversation between Yan Lin and Zheng Lan, because from time to time there would appear from time to time "I photographed you X billions of jewelry tonight" and "Do you like the new Lamborghini car? You buy" and so on, the heart-warming cold-faced rich people don't know love but only know how to spend money to spoil their wives.
The call is connected, and both sides of the microphone are quiet.
"Lan Lan?"
The man was the first to speak, and the cold subwoofer sounded a little sweet today,
"Where are you?"
Zheng Lan: "What's wrong with making a face in the store?"
The other party was silent for a few seconds.
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"What's the matter? Husband?"
Because she only got close last night, her voice had a hint of shyness and tenderness in her voice.
"Nothing."
The electric current sent the gentle breathing of the man, and the voice became softer.
"I just miss you suddenly, Lan Lan."
......
There was a sudden earthquake in the beauty room, and the three sisters on the next bed covered their mouths tightly and did not dare to speak.
Zheng Lan blushed, turned over and got out of bed with a thud, and rushed to the side of the low cabinet to turn off the speakerphone.
"What are you crazy about? I'm going to hang up!"
She lowered her voice, her heart was beating fast, and her hands were not able to hold the phone in a panic.
Yan Lin gave a positive answer on the other end of the phone:
"I'm crazy, I miss you like crazy."
Her hands trembled violently, and the phone completely slipped and flew out.