In the end, He Qian couldn't resist Z's pestering.
With someone beside him, he felt that it was a hindrance to work.
After working for a while, He Qian turned his head helplessly.
"I won't run away. Follow President Rong for now. That's your responsibility."
Z waved at him.
"President Rong doesn't have to follow me for now. Mr. Lin came over just now."
If he went over, it would be unnecessary.
…
He Qian was silent for a while.
Lin Ji was here today too?
"I got it."
Turning around, He Qian adjusted his glasses.
Since he couldn't escape, he would try his best to ignore it.
He casually picked up the document on the table and started to focus on his work.
Countless documents passed through his hands every day. Basically, all the big and small matters were first passed through the secretaries and then passed to him. Finally, he would select the important documents and pass them to President Rong.
In other words, the number of documents he had to go through every day was actually frightening.
Z looked at him from the side and couldn't help but open his mouth wide.
Wasn't this speed of reading the documents a little too fast?
He suspected that He Qian hadn't read the words on the document in such a short time!
Seeing the documents on He Qian's desk decrease rapidly, Z couldn't help but ask.
"Brother Qian, look at it like this. Can you read it clearly?"
He Qian, who had just entered his working state, was shouted at. His wrist froze and he instantly felt a piercing pain.
He frowned slightly. It seemed that this time, the injury was a little serious. If he didn't get a few injections, he might not be able to recover.
He sighed and put the document back with his other hand. Then, he turned his head.
"Be quiet. That way, I can finish reading it sooner."
Z silently made an emoji of zipping her mouth. Then, she silently moved the stool one meter away from him.
He Qian turned his head and reached out to take another document.
After looking at it for a while, he turned his head and said.
"I'm special. I can read ten lines at a glance. Be good."
Don't stare at him anymore. It would affect his work efficiency.
Read ten lines at a glance!
Z suddenly understood.
He propped up his chin and lazily looked at He Qian's back, clicking his tongue in wonder.
No wonder. He knew it.
Back then, he had clearly only shown his face once with his master. How could Brother Qian remember who he was the second time? So that was the reason.
This was a skill that everyone envied and wanted.
"Director Assistant He."
Two people walked out of the office door one after another. Rong Qing waved at He Qian.
He Qian stood up. "President Rong."
"Lin Ji and I are going out for a meal first. Call me if there's anything urgent."
As for nothing important!
Then, don't call Daddy's phone!
Daddy wants the two of us to be happy!
He Qian understood. "Okay, no problem, President Rong. I don't have anything important to attend to today. I wish you a happy meal, President Rong and Mr. Lin."
Since CEO Rong wanted to have dinner with Mr. Lin today, it was fine to postpone some of the less important meetings.
"Thank you for your hard work."
Rong Qing gestured at him. He glanced at Z, who was sitting beside He Qian and was about to stand up.
"Oh right, Z doesn't have to come over. You can have half a day off today."
Z unwillingly paused and sat back down silently.
He didn't really want to ask why they were taking a day off, so he obediently shut up.
"Then we'll be leaving ~"
Rong Qing naturally held Lin Ji's hand and waved at them. She leaned her head against Lin Ji's sweetly and carefully said something as they went downstairs.
He Qian watched this scene and inexplicably thought of Sweet Pea at home.
Every time Sweet Pea came over to stick to him and successfully asked for snacks, she would always have this smug expression on her face.
He thought for a moment and found it funny.
President Rong and Sweet Pea were two different creatures.
He Qian sat down and continued to work on the documents that he hadn't finished reading.
However, he didn't read for long before he felt a faint pain in his wrist.
Did he really hurt his muscles and bones?
He Qian sighed in his heart and sped up his reading speed.
About an hour later.
The group of secretaries came over one after another to clock out. He Qian was already immersed in reading the documents on the table.
One of the secretaries glanced at him curiously and asked curiously, "That's strange.
Usually, Assistant He would have finished reading such a small amount of documents. What's wrong with him today? No wonder there are so many emails. "
Z's hand that was supporting his chin paused. He finally noticed that He Qian seemed to have been in this position for a long time.
He hurriedly walked closer and saw He Qian flipping through the documents with a pale face. It was obvious that he was much less efficient than before.
He looked again and saw that He Qian's wrist was already swollen. It was very serious.
He Qian was already in this state. Was he still holding it in?
"Brother Qian! Don't look anymore. I'll take you to the hospital! "
His hand was already in this state!
This man was too stubborn!
He Qian paused in the middle of flipping through the documents. He glanced at his wrist and sighed.
Forget it. It would be a waste of time if he continued to look at it like this.
"Let me tidy up."
He stood up and Z hurriedly came over.
"Brother Qian, let me help you!"
He Qian paused for a moment and nodded.
"Just turn off the computer and tidy up the documents a little."
He took two steps back and gave Z some space.
After Z helped him tidy up, He Qian nodded.
"Let's go. Clock out."
He casually picked up the car keys on the table.
When they reached the carpark, He Qian realized something.
He didn't seem to be able to drive in this state.
"Brother Qian, let me drive."
Z understood when he saw his expression. He scratched his head and took the initiative to say, "Alright, alright.
"No need."
He Qian glanced at him.
"I'll call for a designated driver."
He paused for a moment before adding another sentence.
"I remember that you can't drive, right?"
Z froze for a moment and then smiled.
"Brother Qian, you even remember this?"
He looked at He Qian with even more curiosity. Why did this man seem to know everything?
"Don't force yourself if you can't drive. Go to the back seat obediently."
He Qian didn't say anything. He just made a call and called for a designated driver.
He Qian went to the old Chinese doctor he was familiar with. Before he could say what he was there for, he was scolded right to his face.
The old man was in his seventies, but his back was straight and he was full of energy. He didn't even pant when he scolded someone.
"I knew that something would happen to your wrist sooner or later. Look at it now. You only came to find me in this state. Why didn't you come after your wrist was broken? Why don't you hurry up and come over? What are you standing there for? "
As he spoke, he carefully pulled the man into the consultation room. He didn't stop scolding him, but his hands were already checking.
After a while, the old man frowned and looked up at He Qian.
"What happened? Did you get into a fight with someone? "
This wasn't something that could be hurt at work. This was a standard grappling technique.
Wasn't He Qian a scholar? How did he get into a grappling technique?
Z stood behind He Qian and laughed dryly. "I … I accidentally hurt Brother Qian."
The old man glanced at the young man. This young man was tall and his face was 70% peach blossom and 30% ferocious. He didn't look like a good person.
However, when he looked at He Qian, who didn't look depressed, he guessed that they were familiar with each other and only snorted.
"One look and I can tell that he's not a good person. How could he be so careless and take so long to bring someone here?"
He muttered softly. However, He Qian and Z had good ears.
He Qian sat there without moving. On the other hand, Z rubbed his nose so hard that it almost fell off. He was so embarrassed that he could only laugh.
"The injury is a little serious. This guy's hands and feet look very heavy. Do you want to take a leave of absence? Or find someone to help you with the keyboard and mouse work. I'll give you acupuncture for a few more days. Rest well for a month and your wrist will recover. "
The old man looked at it a few times and made the final decision.
He Qian shook his head. "Let the swelling go down first. I can't let anyone else do my job. Try to treat it as conservatively as possible."
There were a lot of documents that he had to look through every day, especially many of the Rong Corporation's confidential documents. He couldn't skip a day, let alone a month.
The old man choked on his words and was unhappy.
"Then I can't treat it. If you want to treat it, find someone else!"
He carefully placed He Qian's hand on the table and started to glare at him.
He Qian really stood up. "Then I'm leaving."
He turned around and was really about to leave. Z was dumbfounded.
Brother Qian was such a hooligan?
"Hey, hey, hey!"
The old man got even angrier when he saw that he was about to leave.
"Where are you going? You won't be able to find a better doctor than me to treat your wrist outside the province. Your wrist is already like this. Where do you think you're going? "
He Qian turned around and looked at him. "So are you going to treat it or not?"
From the looks of it, it was as if he was the one who was treating the patient.
The old man was so angry that his beard was blown up, but he couldn't do anything about it.
"Treat, treat, treat! Come back, come back! "
Only then did He Qian smile and walk back to sit down.
"You only know how to threaten me every day. Aren't you afraid that one day, I'll really be angry and your hand won't be able to be treated? At that time, you won't even be able to carry things, let alone earn money."
The old man was very unhappy as he nagged. After looking at him for a while, he turned to look at Z, who had been silent the whole time.
"I'm talking about that bad boy over there."
Bad boy?
Z pointed at his nose. Was he talking about him?
The old man frowned. "I'm talking about you. Why are you sitting so far away when you hurt my hand? There are many things to take note of. Come over and listen! "
He instructed confidently. It was rare for Z to be intimidated. She nodded obediently and walked over.
"I don't care what happens to your hand. You can use your left hand first. Otherwise, don't you guys have some voice input now? Try not to touch it! And you! "
The old man stared at Z with an unfriendly gaze. "You're in charge of watching him. Don't let him use his hand too much. If he uses it too much, hurry up and press him down so that I can give him a few injections. Also, to treat his wrist, you have to massage it twice a day. Don't leave first. I'll teach you how to massage it twice a day. You can't miss a single massage. Do you understand? "
Z was stunned by him and nodded obediently.
He Qian held his forehead. "Old man, what are you talking about? What does it have to do with him if I massage it twice a day?"
The old man was stunned. He looked at him and then at Z.
"He's not your partner? Didn't you say that you'll only bring your partner with you? "
In that instant, He Qian felt as though he had dug a hole for himself to jump into.
He sighed helplessly and ignored Z's gossipy gaze.
"I'm talking about Sweet Bean."
Didn't he bring Sweet Bean over every time?
The old man was amused when he heard that.
"How can a cat be my partner?!"
Author Has Something to Say: Old man: What can a cat do? It can't!
Sweet Bean: Meow meow meow???
If this article was written in Begonia, I would have driven the car on the highway by now!
It's all my fault!!!
Sigh!
I realized that if I wrote about all these couples, this article would be able to write at least a few hundred thousand words. Tsk tsk tsk. But forget it!
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