Evil Awe-Inspiring 40 Born Lover Face

Of course, in a place that is almost entirely female, a male animal like me come in with a head holds high, and naturally attract a lot of curiosity looking at the office. All sizes or prospective beauties throw curious eyes at me, and some even put down the things on their hands, pointing at me and chattering. I am trying to make a face full of ignore them all.

Across the hall, the front desk lady leads me into the innermost door of the company corridor and pushes it open. It is a parlor with a row of sofas and a thick mahogany door. There is a desk at the door. A woman in her thirties is sitting behind it, probably a secretary.

Looking at her, I am a little disappointed. Although she is exquisitely dressed and elegant in temperament. But she is unfortunately not good-looking, even the white-collar women outside, by pulling out one at random, are much prettier than her.. She looks at me, picks up the phone and seems to inform the boss. Then she reply to me quickly, "Mr. Chen, please come in."

I nod to her and push the door of mahogany.

This is a big office with at least a hundred square meters. The floor is polished with s.h.i.+ny marble tiles. In an office of this size, there is only a large desk which is double size of the secretary's outside, apparently made of precious mahogany and looks delicate. At the wall is a huge bookshelf, densely packs with books of all sizes, and the floor-to-floor window on the left occupies almost the entire wall, sprinklings the sunlight out of the room to make the office look bright.

On the edge of the bookcase, there is a cabinet made of mahogany, which contains some wine, about twenty or thirty bottles.

A woman is sitting behind her desk with her head down and a delicate Montblanc pen on her hand. She seems to be writing something quickly. When I come in, she didn't even lift her head. She just says two words coldly.

" Sit, please!"

There is a chair in front of the desk. I walk over and sit down. She says again, "Wait a minute."

Her voice is cold, with a imposing manner. I know that only those who are accustomed to giving orders would speak in that tone.

It turns out that the boss is a woman, and I am immediately relieved by the number of female employees outside.

But the company only employs female employees. Is there this female boss a psychological problem?

While she is busy, I look quietly at her.

The woman looks like more than 30 years old. I sit opposite her, immediately a smelling of Channel 5. She is wearing a dark suit. Generally speaking, women are likely to be looked old-fas.h.i.+oned in such tone of professional attire, but she is very strange. Because her dark business suit seema to fit perfectly, and the collar and cuffs are deliberately loosely designed, with a snowy white lining on her front skirt and two b.u.t.tons at the top unfastened to reveal the white skin beneath her neck. Underneath the cuffs, one wrist wears a delicate Cartier watch and a silver bracelet on the other wrist.

Although her face is hanging down, I can still see the outline of her eyebrows. I must say, she has a beautiful face. The corners of the eyes and the ends of the eyebrows are slightly raised. Such women are said to be born a s.e.x kitten, and the eyebrows are born with a spring feeling. When they look at others, they are often misunderstood as flirting. However, she wears a pair of frameless gla.s.ses, which seems to deliberately block it..

I look at her for a moment, but she doesn't seem to raise her head. She is still busy with her work. I can't help looking at the pen and the things on the table in her hand, but I couldn't help but froze.

She is not at all busy with any work or doc.u.mentation, but drawing something on an A4 paper.

It seems to be a blur of lines, seems outline a blurred shadow. I just look at it, she is suddenly raising her head, I quickly retract my eyes.

"Mr. Chen Yang?" She looks up at me, and then, consciously or unconsciously, slowly draw her body down into the chair in a lazy way, her hair hanging casually over her shoulders.

I finally see the look of her, and I am stunned.

I have to say that if any man sees this woman at first glance, he would automatically have a strange and absurd feeling - this woman must be easy to get into bed!

Because of she has grown up with a standard "mistress face". The fox-like enchanting eyebrows are exceedingly fascinating and charming! Beneath the rich lips, hidden out a row of fine and tidy silver teeth, lip seems to have deliberately or unintentionally half-closed, but more reveal a bit of attractive charm.

Fortunately, she probably knows that her face is naturally flattering, so she can put on a light makeup, and a rimless gla.s.ses on the bridge of her nose is obviously a carefully chosen design. From the shape of the gla.s.ses, it is very clever to cover up the features of her face contour too soft, but also a little to cover up some of her natural beauty.

But after all, I used to walk among women all day long, and these tricks couldn't hide them from my eyes. I can see through the disguise of her appearance at one glance!

I am completely stunned for three seconds before I recovered. But I sigh in my heart: A fairy! Fairy! This is the real fairy. This kind of woman is the legendary kind of natural charm, the whole body up and down, there is not a place not amorous, even if it is not her intention, but G.o.d has given her such an appearance, even if she looks at others with normal eyes, that look is as if with infinite charm, as if to throw a glamorous eye.

Such a woman does not have to look at the clothes she wears at all. She is equally s.e.xy all the time.

Sensing my eyes, she is slightly displeased and slightly frowns. But unfortunately, even her frowning looks, as if with a kind of ambiguous grief between pale lovers.

Fortunately, I have seen a lot of women, and immediately calm down, saying: "Yes, I am Chen Yang."

She raises her eyelids, as if examining me, and is silent for a moment, then speaking coldly: "My name is Nanny Fang, you can call me Miss Fang. I need someone to a.s.sistant me. I heard Yumi told me that you are a good person. But can I trust you? "

"I'm afraid not for the time being."

My answer seems to surprise Nanny Fang. Her eyes are having some strange colors. She takes a deep look at me. My face is calm and I slowly say, "I don't think a person who meets another stranger for the first time may really trust each other. Trust is a relations.h.i.+p that needs time to build. If I say you can trust me now, that's a lie!"

Her eyes are a little more interested, her mouth slightly upward, forming a very good-looking radian, lightly says: "Your words are very interesting, it's the truth!"

Suddenly, she asks, "What is your relations.h.i.+p with Yumi? I'm curious that if it's just a job, she can arrange it herself for you. She doesn't have to recommend you to me. Moreover, she seldom does such things."

"I only met her twice." I think and answer seriously, "I think she should be a friend of mine."

"All right!" Nanny Fang's face colds down: "The first impression you give me is not bad. At least you are sincere. I do need an a.s.sistant, and although I can't trust you yet, I trust Yumi's recommendation."

I nod my head, and look at her in a neither overbearing nor self-effacing manner. "Then, am I hired?"

"For the time being." Fang Nan's tone is cold: "But I must tell you that I am very strict with the people around me. Working beside me, you need to know what can be done and what can't be done. What need to say and when to closes your mouth. If you work well, I will never mean to give you rewards. In fact, my request is not that difficult. There are only one sentence: observe proper restraint and act with propriety.

I nod ,think and reply, "I think I can do that."

"Good." Nanny Fang finally shows a faint smile on her face: "You give me a good first impression, you should be a person with very good sense. Now I have to explain to you that I am the head of this Deep Blue Entertainment company and the owner of this place. But you are not an employee of this company. You are my personal a.s.sistant. You only have to be responsible to me personally, the company's affairs, in general do not need you to intervene. Your monthly salary is 8,000 for the time being. This salary is very high for a new person. I hope you can make me feel that it is worth paying such a high salary."

I am satisfied with the good salary, so I ask again, "what about my work details?"

"There is no fixed job content." Nanny Fang quickly says in a slightly understatement tone: "your boss has only one person. That's me. Your job is to do what I tell you to do, and when I need it, you have to be in front of me at the first moment and do everything I tell you to do." She sighs, with a slight trace of exhaustion in her eyes: "I think Yumi should have said something to you. I need someone who is experienced in the scene, because my business may have to face a lot of clients from all walks of life. I hope you can be my right-hand a.s.sistant, and help me deal with some of these... Troubles."

After that, she looks at me and says, "Do you have any questions?"

"No more." I shake my head. With all my heart, I have no objection. The salary is well paid, and I could tell from her words that my job is probably the same role of the Jim near Juan.

"Well, you should know how to drive?" She throws a car key to me. "There's a car in the parking lot downstairs. The number is x.x.xx.x.x. Now you go down and drive it to the gate and wait for me. I'll go downstairs in ten minutes."

I take the car key and look at the logo above: BMW.

I am just about to walk out of the room when a phone rings on Nanny Fang 's desk. She picks up the phone and answering. Then she subconsciously looks at me and whispers, "Yes, I've seen him... Yes, that's good. " Then she give me a quick, strange look, lowers her voice, and says vaguely, "Well, he... It's very much like him. "

Unfortunately, I didn't hear the latter words, because the door was closed.