Chapter 136: 136

In the end, he Qian didn't resist the obsession of Z.

With a person around me, I feel that I am getting in the way of work.

Busy for a while, he qian can't help but turn his head.

"I won't run away. You should follow Mr. Rong first. That's your duty."

Z waved at him.

"Mr. Rong doesn't have to follow for the time being. Mr. Lin just came here."

If he had gone, it would have been superfluous.

……。

He Qian was silent for a moment.

Is Linji here today?

"I see."

Turning around, he Qian helped his glasses.

Since you can't escape, just ignore it.

He picked up the papers on his desk and began to concentrate on his work.

Every day, Rong had to pass through countless documents in his hand. Basically, he had to go through the Secretary's group first, and then went to him again. Finally, he screened out the important documents and handed them to Mr. Rong.

That is to say, he needs documents every day, which is frightening.

Z looked around and couldn't help opening his mouth.

This, this depends on the speed of the file, is it a bit too fast?

He doubted that he Qian had read the words on the document in such a short time!

Seeing the files on he Qian's desktop decrease rapidly, Z can't help it.

"Brother Qian, do you see clearly

He Qian, who has just entered into the working state, was called out and felt a deep pain.

He slightly frowned, it seems that this time is hurt a little hard, do not go to prick two needles, may be really not good.

He sighed, changed his hand, put the document back, and turned his head.

"Be quiet so that I can finish it earlier."

Z silently drew an expression that zipped up his mouth and moved the stool a meter away.

He Qian turned his head and reached for another document.

After a while, he turned his head and threw a word.

"I'm special. I can see things at a glance and behave better."

Don't stare at him any more. It will affect his work efficiency.

Ten lines at a glance!

Z.

He held his chin and looked lazily at he Qian's back. He was surprised.

No wonder, he said.

At the beginning, he showed his face only once with his master. How could he remember who he was the second time? It was so.

It's a skill everyone envies.

"He Zongzhu."

Inside, two people came out of the office door one after the other, waving their hands at he Qian.

He Qian stood up, "President Rong."

"Linji and I will go out to have a meal first. If you have anything urgent, you can call me again."

As for nothing important!

Then don't call Dad!

Dad wants a happy world!

He Qian is clear, "OK, no problem, President Rong, there is nothing important today. I wish Mr. Rong and Mr. Lin a happy meal."

Since Mr. Rong wants to have dinner with Mr. Lin today, it's OK to push some less important meetings.

"Then it will be hard for you."

Rong Qing made a gesture to him, and he took another look at z, who was sitting beside he Qian and was about to stand up.

"By the way, Z doesn't have to follow me. You'll have a half day off today."

Z reluctantly got up and sat back in silence.

He didn't really want to ask why it was a holiday, so shut up.

"Let's go then ~"

Rong Qing naturally took Linji's hand and waved at them. He leaned against his head with linhalberd honey and carefully said something and went downstairs.

He Qian looked at this scene, inexplicably some of the sweet beans at home.

Every time sweet bean comes to stick him, beg for small snack success, also can show this kind of complacent expression all the time.

He thought for a moment, and he was amused.

Rong and sweet beans are not creatures.

After sitting down, he Qian continued to process the unfinished documents.

However, not long after looking at it, he noticed a dull pain in his wrist.

Maybe you really hurt your muscles and bones?

He Qian sighed in his heart, speeding up the speed of reading documents.

About an hour later.

The secretary group continued to clock in and out of work, and he Qian was already immersed in reading the documents on the desk.

When a secretary clocked in, he glanced curiously and said strangely.

"It's strange that he has already finished reading such documents. What's the matter today? No wonder there are too many emails? "Z supports the action of Chin a meal, he this just noticed, he Qian seems to keep this movement for a long time?

As he approached, he Qian turned pale and turned over the documents. Obviously, the efficiency was much lower than before.

He looked again, he Qian's wrist had swollen, a big piece, a look very serious.

It's all like this. How can you bear it?

"Brother Qian! Don't look. I'll take you to the hospital

Hands are like this!

This man is too stubborn!

He Qian looked at his wrist and sighed.

Forget it, it's a waste of time to look like this.

"When I clean up."

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He gets up and Z comes up.

"Brother Qian, I'll help you!"

He Qian pauses for a moment and nods.

"Just turn off the computer and put the files in order a little bit."

He takes two steps back to give space to Z.

He Qian nodded when he finished cleaning up.

"Come on, clock out."

He picked up the car key on the table.

When we got to the parking lot, he Qian just reflected on one thing.

It seems that he can't drive like this?

"Brother Qian, I'll drive it."

Z at the side of his expression to understand, he grabbed his head, take the initiative to ask for a way.

"No

He Qian took a look at him.

"I'll call a valet."

He paused and added.

"I remember, you can't drive, can you?"

Z was stunned for a moment and then grinned.

"Brother Qian, do you remember that?"

He looked at he Qian's eyes more and more novel, this man, how seems to know everything?

"Don't try to be brave if you can't drive. Go and stay in the back seat."

He Qian didn't say anything, just made a phone call and really called a valet to come over.

To the familiar old Chinese medicine there, he Qian didn't say what he was here for, he Qian was scolded by the head and face.

The old man was more than 70 years old, but he was upright and full of air. He scolded people without breathing.

"I said that something would happen to your wrist sooner or later. Now, if you come to me like this, why don't you come back before your wrist is broken? Why don't you just roll over here? What are you doing standing there? "

As he spoke, he carefully pulled people into the clinic. He never stopped cursing, but he began to examine his hands.

After a while, the old man frowned and looked up to see he Qian.

"What's the matter? Did you do it with someone? "

It's not a job injury. It's a standard catch.

Isn't he Qian a scholar? How can you get hold of it?

Z stood behind he Qian with a dry smile, "it was me who accidentally hurt brother Qian."

The old man took a look at it. The young man was tall and tall, facing seven peach blossom and three fierce. It was not a good thing to see.

But he looked at he Qian, who was not depressed between his eyebrows. He guessed that they were familiar and only snorted.

"It's not a good thing at first. It can be careless. It took so long to bring people here."

He murmured in a low voice, but could not hold the ears of he Qian and Z.

He Qian sits still, Z is about to touch off his nose, embarrassed can only laugh.

"It's a little bit hurt. The boy is very heavy when he looks at his hands and feet. Would you like to take a leave? Or find someone to help you with those keyboard and mouse work, I'll give you a few days needle, a good rest, on it for a month, your wrist will see great

The old man looked over and over a few times and settled the matter.

He Qian shakes his head, "detumescence first, my work is impossible to let other people come, try to conservative treatment."

The number of documents that he has to pass every day is huge, especially many of Rong's confidential documents. He can't read them one day less, let alone a month?

The old man choked on him. He didn't like it.

"Then I can't cure it. If you want to cure it, you can go to someone else!"

He carefully put he Qian's hand on the table before he began to blow his beard and stare.

He Qian really stood up, "then I can go."

He turned around and saw that he was going to leave. Z was dumbfounded.

His brother Qian still has such a rogue style?

"Ah, ah!"

The old man was more angry when he saw that he was going to leave.

"Where are you going? You can't find a doctor better than me to treat your wrist. Where else do you want to go

He Qian looked back at him, "is it cured?"

This posture, as if he is the one who governs people.The old man was so angry that his beard was blown up, but he couldn't help it.

"Governance! Come back, come back

He Qian came back and sat down.

"You know that you threaten me day by day, and you are not afraid that one day I am really angry, and you will not be able to cure this hand. At that time, don't say you are making money. You even have to work hard to take things. I'll tell you."

The old man was very upset, and he read it for a long time. Then he turned to look at the silent Z beside him.

"I said that bad boy over there."

Bad boy?

Z points to his nose. Is he talking about him?

As soon as the old man's eyebrows collapsed, "I said you, what are you doing with your hands so far away? There are more things to pay attention to. Come here and listen! "

He ordered with reason, Z was hard to be deterred, obediently slipped over.

"Anyway, I don't care. You can either use your left hand first, or else, don't you have any voice input now? You try not to move it! And you

The old man stared at z, his eyes were not good, "you are responsible for staring at him, don't let him use his hands too much. If you use too much, you should press people to me and let me prick them. Besides, if you want to cure the wrist, you have to massage twice every morning and evening. Don't leave later. I'll teach you how to massage. Twice a day, you can't drop it once, you know? "

Z was subdued by him and nodded subconsciously.

However, he Qian helped his forehead, "master, what are you talking about? What's the relationship between two massages sooner or later?"

The old man froze for a moment, looked at him, and then looked at Z.

"He is not your object? Don't you say that you will only carry your object with you? "

In a flash, he Qian raised a feeling of digging a pit for himself.

He sighed helplessly, ignoring the eyes of Z gossip.

"I said, sweet beans."

Every time he brings in, isn't it sweet beans?

When the old man heard it, he was very happy.

"How can a cat be a target?"

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