In the end, He Qian didn't resist Z's obsession.
There was a person next to me, and I felt awkward at work.
After being busy for a while, He Qian turned around helplessly.
"I won't run away, you should follow General Rong first, then that is your duty."
z waved at him.
"Mr. Rong doesn't need to follow for now. Mr. Lin has just come over."
If he was in the past, it would be superfluous.
....
He Qian was silent for a while.
Linji also came today?
"I know."
Turning around, He Qian helped his glasses.
Since it can't escape, try to ignore it as much as possible.
He picked up the files on his desk and began to concentrate on his work.
Rongshi has to pass through countless documents every day. Basically, the big and small matters go through the secretary group first, and then come to him again, and finally he passes the important documents to Mr. Rong after screening.
In other words, the number of documents he needs every day is actually scary.
z looked at the side, could not help but open his mouth wide.
Isn't this a bit too fast for reading files?
He was very doubtful that He Qian had read the words on the document in such a short time!
Watching the files on He Qian's desktop decrease rapidly, Z couldn't help it.
"Brother Qian, do you see it that way? Do you see it clearly?"
He Qian, who had just entered the working state, was yelled, his wrists flicked, and he suddenly felt a pain in his heart.
He frowned slightly, and it seemed that this time it was a bit brutal. If he didn't get two shots, it might not work.
He sighed, changed his hands and put the file back, and turned his head.
"Be quiet, so that I can finish reading earlier."
Z silently gestured an expression that zipped up the mouth, and silently moved the stool a metre away.
He Qian turned his head and reached for another document.
After looking at it for a while, he turned his head and threw a sentence.
"I'm more special. I can look at ten lines at a glance and be a little better."
Don't stare at him again, affecting his work efficiency.
Ten lines at a glance!
z suddenly realized.
He looked at He Qian's back lazily, holding his chin, wondering in his heart.
No wonder, he said so.
At first, he apparently only showed his face to the master once, how could Qian Qian remember who he was the second time, it turned out to be the case.
This is a skill that everyone envies and wants.
"General Manager He."
Inside the office door, two people came out one after another, and Rong Qing waved at He Qian.
He Qian stood up, "Mr. Rong."
"Linji and I went out for a meal first. If you have anything important, you can call me again."
As for nothing important!
Then don't call dad's phone!
Dad wants to be happy in the world of two people!
He Qian knew, "Okay, no problem, President Rong, there is nothing important today. I wish President Rong and Mr. Lin a pleasant meal."
Since President Rong wants to dine with Mr. Lin today, it is also possible to push some less important meetings.
"That's hard work for you."
Rongqing gave him a gesture, and he glanced at z sitting next to He Qian who was about to stand up.
"By the way, z doesn't need to follow me. Let me put you off today, half a day off."
Z reluctantly got up, and silently sat back again.
He didn't really want to ask why he was on holiday, so shut up.
"Then let's go~"
Rongqing naturally took Linji's hand and waved at them, and Linzhi sweetly and sweetly leaned on the head and said carefully what went downstairs.
He Qian looked at this scene and somehow thought of the sweet beans at home.
Every time Sweet Bean comes to stick him and ask for a small snack, he will always show such a smug expression.
He thought about it, and he felt funny.
Rong and Sweet Beans are not a creature.
Sitting down, He Qian continued to process the unfinished documents.
However, it didn't take long to see that he noticed that his wrist was so painful.
Maybe it hurts my bones?
He Qian sighed in his heart, speeding up the speed of reading documents.
After about an hour.
The secretarial team came to check in one after another, and He Qian was already looking through the documents on the desktop.
A secretary glanced curiously when he punched the card, his mouth strange.
"It's strange. He Zongzhu, who usually has such a small file, read it long ago. What's wrong with this today? No wonder there are too many emails?"
Z propped his chin, and he noticed that He Qian seemed to keep this movement for a long time?
He hurried closer, and saw that He Qian was turning documents palely, obviously much less efficient than before.
When he looked again, He Qian's wrist was already swollen, which was very serious.
It's all like this, He Qian is suffering?
"Brother Qian! Stop watching, I will take you to the hospital!"
Hands are like this!
This man is too stubborn!
He Qian flipped through the documents, glanced at his wrist again, and sighed.
Forget it, it's a waste of time to look at it like this.
"Wait for me to clean up."
He stood up, Z quickly hurrying over.
"Brother Qian, I will help you!"
He Qian paused and nodded.
"Turn off the computer and tidy up the files a little bit."
He took two steps back and gave space to z.
Z helped to clean up, He Qian nodded.
"Come on, punch out of get off work."
He picked up the car key on the table.
When he arrived at the parking lot, He Qian reacted to one thing.
He looks like he can't drive?
"Brother Qian, let me drive."
Z understood it by looking at his expression next to him. He scratched his head and offered to take the initiative.
"No need to."
He Qian glanced at him.
"I'll call a driver."
He paused and added another sentence.
"I remember, you can't drive, right?"
Z froze for a moment, then immediately grinned.
"Brother Qian, do you remember this?"
He looked at He Qian's eyes more and more new, how could this man seem to know everything?
"Don't be brave if you can't drive, just go to the back seat and wait."
He Qian didn't say anything, just made a phone call and really called a driver to come over.
Arriving at a familiar old Chinese medicine doctor, He Qian was scolded with a slap of his head before he said what he was doing.
The old man was in his seventies, but his waist was straight, full of breath, and he was scolding without breath.
"I'll say that your wrist is going to have an accident sooner or later, and now it's okay, come here to look for me like this, why don't you wait for your wrist to break and come over again? Or hurry up and roll over? What are you doing standing there! "
As he said, he carefully pulled the person into the consultation room with his hands, and his mouth never stopped scolding, but his hands began to check.
After watching for a while, the old man frowned and looked up to He Qian.
"What's going on? Did you do it with someone?"
This is not something that can be hurt by work, it is hurt by standard capture.
Isn't He Qian the job of a literati?How come you hit the catcher?
Z stood behind He Qian and smiled, "It's me who accidentally hurt Brother Qian."
The old man glanced at it. The little young man was tall and tall, facing the three-pointed peach blossom and three-pointed fierce. It was not a good thing at first glance.
But he looked at He Qian, who didn't see the gloom between his eyebrows, guessing that they knew each other, and only snorted.
"It's not a good thing at a glance, it can be careless, and it took so long to bring people over."
He murmured in a low voice, but He Qian and Z's ears couldn't be bothered.
He Qian was sitting still, and Z almost touched his nose, so embarrassed that he could only fight haha.
"It hurts a little bit, this kid 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 the keyboard and mouse, I will give you a few more needles and take a good rest. In a month, your wrist will be great."
The old man looked over and over several times, and it was final.
He Qian shook his head, "Slow down the swelling first, my work can not let others come, try to be conservative treatment."
The number of documents that require him to go through each day is huge, especially for many of Rong's confidential documents. He can't read one day less, let alone one month?
The old man choked on him, not happy.
"Then I can't cure it, you have to cure it, you find someone else!"
He placed He Qian's hand carefully on the table before he started blowing his beard and glaring.
He Qian really stood up, "Then I can go."
He turned around to see that he was really leaving, and Z was dumbfounded.
His brother Qian still has such a rogue style?
"Eh, eh!"
The old man was even more angry when he saw that he was leaving.
"Where are you going? You can't find a doctor who is more able than me to cure your wrist outside the province. Your wrist is like this. Where else do you want to go?"
He Qian looked back at him, "Will that cure?"
This posture is 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 him.
"Zhizhizhi! Come back!"
He Qian then came back and sat down with a smile.
"You know that you are threatening me every day, and you are not afraid that the old man will be really angry. Your hands will not be cured. Then you don't say it's making money. If you even take things, I will tell you. ."
The old man was uncomfortable reading and chatting, and after watching it for a while, he turned to look at the silent z next to him.
"I said the bad boy over there."
bad boy?
Z pointed to his nose, is he talking about him?
The old man's eyebrows collapsed, "Just say you, get the manpower like this, what are you doing sitting so far? There are more precautions, come and listen!"
He commanded in a straightforward manner, z was rarely deterred, and obediently slipped over.
"I don't care about this hand anyway, you can either use your left hand first, or else, don't you have any voice input now? Try not to move it as much as possible! And you!"
The old man stared at z with a bad look, "You are responsible for staring at him, don't let him use it too much. If you use it more, you will quickly push me over and let me get a few needles. Also, this wrist needs to Healing, you have to massage twice a day, morning and evening. You don’t want to leave after a while. I’ll teach you how to massage. You can’t fall twice a day, you know?"
Z was calmed by him and nodded subconsciously.
He Qian helped him, "Master, what are you talking about? What does the two massages have to do with him sooner or later?"
The old man froze for a moment, looked at him, and then looked at z.
"He is not your object? Didn't you say that you will only carry your object with you?"
In an instant, He Qian raised a feeling of digging a pit to jump for himself.
He sighed helplessly, ignoring z gossip.
"I am talking about sweet beans."
Isn't it all sweet beans he brought with him every time?
When the old man heard it, he was very happy.
"How can a cat be an object!"