Hitting Up The Big Leagues with a Green Tea Personality

  Chapter 172 Mr. Luo sat on the massage chair with satisfaction

  In the assistant area outside the president's office, Chen Xin stood in the independent position of the special assistant with a subtle expression.

   "The gift that my wife bought you yesterday, directly left my WeChat, let me receive it and put it in your office. I think there is indeed an open space next to the sofa..."

Halfway through speaking, he saw President Luo, who was still full of sullen expression just now, and his **** was blocking the killing. The ice-covered face of thousands of miles was suspected to be hit by a cruise ship, and the huge snow river that emerged from the water was cracked from the top. The fast ice was scattered, melted into the polar snow water, and melted under the water, leaving only a piece of sunlight reflecting the waves.

  Luo always smiled.

  The spring breeze is like rain.

  Chen Xin wanted to rub his eyes, but Luo Zong, who was almost melted by the sun, turned around, leaving him with a tall but no longer sharp back.

   "Eight o'clock is eight o'clock."

  The voice is deep and refreshing.

  Chen Xin: "?"

  The mood of the tenth level of darkness, has this turned into the third level of light?

  "The list is delayed by half an hour for me."

   has always been tough and full of angular endings, which are somewhat gentle.

  Chen Xin immediately responded energetically and let out a sigh of relief.

  The alarm is completely cleared.

  At eight o'clock, when Chen Xin brought the delivery master into the office to adjust the massage chair, he once again witnessed a miracle.

  Luo Tianlin did not work the first time as usual. Instead, he wrapped his hands around his chest. He seemed to be interested, always keeping the corners of his lips in a strange upward arc, watching the delivery master install it.

  The master wanted to unpack the plastic package, plug in the power cord on the spot, and try it out, but he stopped it.

   "No, I will do it myself."

  As soon as these words came out, Chen Xin was shocked.

  Mr. Luo comes by himself?

How come   ?

  Which electrical packaging paper in the office, did he remove it himself?

  Which electrical plug did he plug in?

  The sky has changed!

  The eighth wonder of the world!

  Chen Xin almost took out his mobile phone subconsciously and wanted to take a video of the president.

  But he restrained, thinking of his generous year-end bonus, he held back all his life.

  I just didn’t want Luo Tianlin to speak.

  "This sofa, move away."

  The leather sofa imported from Italy, the one-person sofa customized for Luo by the world's No. 1 brand designer, was ruthlessly pointed out.

  Luo Tianlin looked around, twisted his eyebrows, and pointed to the coffee table of the same brand. “Change to a small-sized table with silver-white metal feet, glass surface, and four flat drawers underneath, leaving a space in the middle.”

  The boss is very troublesome with personal items.

  He has always had a strict set of aesthetic standards.

  But Chen Xin didn't expect that he would change the two decorations he loved before for the massage chair.

  He knows that the massage chair bought by his wife is a good brand among the salaries, but it is far from the ultimate experience and aesthetic needs of the boss.

  He thought that his wife’s gift was about his heart, and the massage chair could only be left for the boss to see.

  Unexpectedly... the boss is really ready to use this posture!

  Chen Xin was shocked!

   "Why haven't you gone out yet?" Luo Tianlin unbuttoned his cufflinks, rolled up the cuffs of the three-point black shirt, and was about to bend over. Turning his head to see Chen Xin standing behind him, he couldn't help frowning in disgust.

  Chen Xin: "…………"

  Ten minutes later, Luo Tianlin plugged in the power.

  Even when he heard a slightly awkward electronic sound [please select massage mode], his thin lips curled up, his slender legs were retracted comfortably, and he was stuffed into the sunken massage chair.

   is a bit crowded.

  Compared with the tailor-made single sofa, the touch is slightly harder, and the back is uncomfortable.

  Long legs cannot be fully straightened.

  But... Luo Tianlin pressed the soothing mode in a good mood.

  Sent from the little girl.

  She only has pocket money.

  Luo Tianlin was a little upset. He asked her to get out of the car first. Chen Xin should accompany her and let Chen Xin swipe his card.

   But halfway through his eyebrows, he raised his eyebrows again.

  Massage chair, the price is much higher than other portable speakers, chocolates, silk scarves, eyeshadow tray...

  He lowered his eyelids, looked at the armrest of the massage chair, which was not leather, and laughed silently.

  After laughing, he was handsome again.

  He even showed the little girl's face last night.

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   "Yangyang, the massage chair is at least one meter or so, you have to move your desk to the side of the bed to put it down."

  Mao Ruimin took a measuring tape and measured the place.

  Xia Zhengyang was drinking Coke, and when he heard it, he objected, "The desk is by the door, and the massage chair I want to put under the window, and I can massage it while basking in the sun. I can still sit on it and read a book."

  (End of this chapter)