The one I hide in my memory

During the day, I was an ordinary white-collar company, a month with seventeen thousand wages, do the secretary assistant work.

In the evening, I am the lover of Lane, the prince of the company. The salary depends on the mood, and the gift depends on the face.

In that Lane circle, I was the one who was often laughed at by the other dauphin and his mistress.

I know why they laugh at me, because they're jealous.

Jealous I alongside Lane is a three high male: high wealth, high, high level of appearance.

More jealous that I'm the longest Lane around a woman.

There is a joke in the circle about the women in Lane's life: The flowery flower, the iron Abby.

There was another joke in smaller circles:

Lane and Bella are a model of love and death, and any woman is cannon fodder in front of Bella.

Yes.

I, Abby, was just one of the cannon fodder.

At this moment, the bedroom is full of spring.

The phone beside the bed kept ringing inappropriately. Lane, who was sweating on me, picked up the phone and rolled out of bed.

I heard the name Susan on my cell phone. She's new in showbiz. I've seen her on TV.

I leaned over lazily to listen more carefully, but Lane had hung up.

He turned around, grabbed his bed clothes and started putting them on. "Abby, I'm going out," he said to me as he put them on.

At this point, without asking questions, I got up, went to the closet, opened the door, and handed him a coat.

"The weather forecast says it's going to be cold tonight. Put on a coat before you go."

Lane took the coat I handed him, gave me another deep look, and finally said, "Don't wait for me tonight. Go to bed early."

"HMM." "Would you like me to cancel the 9:40 meeting tomorrow morning?" I asked.

"No." His feet had left the room by the time he replied.

I heard his steps down the stairs, and then across the drawing-room to the front door.

Even if he closed the door softly, in the silent night, as harsh as the ringing of the telephone.

I continued to do my lover's work, standing at the window, raised a corner of the curtain and looked at my patron respectfully.

Then the car lights came on.

Lane stood at the door, glanced up at my window, and then hurried off.

I always thought my neighborhood was big enough, but the sound of the car seemed to beep in my ear for only a few seconds before it disappeared.

I dropped the curtains and went back to bed, but I couldn't sleep.

Some people say that hormones between the sexes are generally between 3 months and 3 years.

Tonight is the last night of my third year with Lane.

Maybe, after tonight, I'll be packing my bags.

I'm like, should I have some eye drops for when I'm eliminated? Or do you just pack up everything he gave me and throw it at him?

I went to sleep with these doubts, and I had nightmares all night. It was terrible.

The next day, I arrived at work with two big black circles under my eyes.

No sooner had I had the coffee in my mouth than I heard a colleague nearby exclaim in surprise, "Oh my God! Oh, my God! Susan has spoken to our prince."

Hearing the exciting news, I swallowed a mouthful of coffee and coughed for several minutes before I stopped.

I put my coffee cup on my desk, then clicked on the entertainment headlines, and Susan and Lane were suddenly photographed together.

Handsome men and beautiful women, very pleasing to the eye.

With the slogan: The prince of the company late at night to visit Susan, it is said that good news is near.

The description of the content is to describe the two people's love affair.

Susan missed the wontons in her hometown when she was filming late at night. In order to make her smile, the prince even drove his limousine to the stall to buy a bowl of wontons for Susan. He watched her eat them with a smile and occasionally wiped the soup from her mouth.

That picture, just thinking about it, it's a dog food mess.

The comments section was full of compliments, saying Susan must have saved the galaxy in a previous life to meet a wonderful man like Lane.

I coughed again.

I'm so sorry about the amnesia of the melon eaters, but the last time Lane was in the headlines was about Lrene three months ago.

What makes a man who changes women like a man who changes clothes the best man?

Eat melon masses memory is not enough, even the eyes are blind?

They didn't even recognize the wontons from Grandma's restaurant, which don't take pre-orders or takeout and are so delicious that they have to wait in line for two hours each time they visit.

Don't wontons taste better than that Lane slag?

I was busy reading gossip when Lane suddenly stood in front of my desk. "Come to my office."

My hand slipped, I closed the gossip page and followed him into the office.

Lane didn't even sit in his desk chair when he tossed me a stack of papers.

"This is the endorsement agreement our company signed with Susan a month ago," he said. "Ask someone from the legal department to help rescind the endorsement. In addition, ask someone from the public relations department to send the news to the media that Susan has rescind the endorsement agreement with us."

My face was calm as water, but my heart was stirring.

Within two hours of Susan releasing a picture of the two of them together, Lane the dirtbag has no qualms about killing her.

In the past three years around Lane, I deeply understand one truth, that is:

There's no good end to a woman who tries to turn a donor into a regular!

I took the information, clean response: "OK."

"If Susan comes to work, ask the company security to stop her."

Lane spoke with a cold, calm expression, and there was no indication that he was the same heart-warming boss who delivered the wontons last night.

"Okay, I'll have security keep an eye on it."

With that, I quit his office and followed his instructions to coordinate work among departments.

At ten o 'clock in the evening, the public relations Department arranged the media to send out the news of dismissing Susan, the spokesperson of the company's products.

When the message came out, I packed up and got ready to leave work.

At this time, a woman rushed in.

It was Susan. If Lane saw this, I'd be getting a discount on my year-end bonus.

I was so scared that I ran to stop it.

Susan said angrily to me, "Do you know who I am? Get out of my way!"

Given three seconds between the bonus and the threat, I chose the bonus without hesitation.

"Miss Fang, our manager Li is off duty."

However, not only did my kind words not pay off, but Susan backfired on me.

"You dare to stop me even as a secretary, because you want to rise to the top because of your own beauty, you, too?"

Listening to Susan, I have a hunch that she's been doing too many dramas, so I'll let her go.

"Miss Fang, when Mr. Li comes to the office tomorrow, I will tell him about your visit. It's getting late, so I suggest you go home and rest."

I tried to sound calm and non-aggressive.

However, not only did Susan not listen to her advice, she felt that I had offended her authority and proceeded directly to me.

But I was smart enough to escape her clutches.

Which is why I totally pissed Susan off.

In her eyes, I was a mere office secretary who dared to offend the prince's "girlfriend". It was an insult to her.

So she winked at the assistant next to her.

But I am a difficult enemy two tigers, I was Fang Hua hard to admire an ear sunflower seeds.

Just as I was about to grab Susan by the hair and fight back, Lane came out.

I'm flying through a bunch of shit inside, why can't I just wait until I'm done?

Looked at a slag total cold expression, my hand action stopped.