C209 Ling My Live Broadcast Room Is in an Uproar!
Yang Ling chuckled and glanced at the female employees. Their faces became even redder. They hurriedly lowered their heads, but their eyes were still holding Yang Ling back.
He found it funny in his heart, but he still looked away and asked Wang Jingshu curiously. "Now you are the only secretary. Will it be hard?"
"How about this, inform the personnel to hire two more secretaries to assist you. Their abilities are number one, and there is no limit to whether they are male or female."
Wang Jingshu's heart sank when she heard Yang Ling say that he wanted to hire a secretary. She thought that it was also that kind of personal secret, but after hearing the second half of the sentence, a smile appeared on her face.
She nodded and said: "Okay, Director Yang. I will tell Sister Yaqin about this later."
"That's more like it."
Yang Ling smiled and said, "Don't you look good when you smile? Don't be like our president, who keeps a straight face all day long. You are tired to death. "
"Ah..."
Wang Jingshu blushed when she heard him, but Yang Ling had already carried the food bowl to get more food.
After teasing this beautiful secretary for a bit, Yang Ling felt happy in his heart. Who asked this woman to be so young?
After eating for half an hour, Yang Ling walked out of the canteen under everyone's gaze. He was too lazy to stay in the headquarters and went straight home.
In the rented house in Tiansheng Garden, his sister pounced on him as soon as he entered. She hung on his body and rubbed her head hard.
"Big brother, you're so awesome! I love you to death!"
"Hurry up and teach me how to get the top scorer in the college entrance exam!"
Yang Ling laughed and said, "They are both born from the same parents. As long as you study hard, you will definitely be able to!"
"I believe you are a ghost!"
Yang Xue giggled and said, "Brother, a lot of our relatives and friends are at home. They used to look down on us. Let's go home and slap their faces, okay?"
"Slap their faces?"
"This girl is getting more and more naughty, but I like it. "
Yang Ling chuckled and said. "I plan to go back and visit the house with my parents in the afternoon."
As he spoke, he looked at Chu Siyin and Chen Yi at the side and said, "Do you guys want to go together if you have nothing to do?"
Chen Yi's eyes were filled with stars. No matter what Yang Ling said, she would not object. Chu Siyin also looked at Yang Ling with admiration.
She had participated in the college entrance exam and knew how it felt.
Yang Ling could sleep while arranging 750 points. If he did not worship her, who else could he worship?
Suddenly, Chu Siyin thought of something and said, "Ling, the PT Club has called. They hope to meet with us tomorrow."
"Are you free?"
Yang Ling was actually a shopkeeper who did not care about anything. What could happen?
Hearing that, he nodded and said: "Alright, then let's go together tomorrow."
"Okay!"
Chu Siyin's face revealed a happy smile. She suddenly took a few steps forward and grabbed Yang Ling's arm. She giggled and said, "Great scholar, after the college entrance examination results are out, my live broadcast room has become chaotic. I don't even dare to start a live broadcast now."
"You have to suppress the scene. When will you be lined up in two rows?"1
Speaking of which, Yang Ling had recently returned to Dragon Bay Villa to sleep. It had been a long time since he last slept. He had two rows with this beautiful streamer. After thinking for a while, he smiled and said: "There have been a lot of things going on recently. Let's do it in a few days."
Chu Siyin pouted her small mouth and then happily said, "Let's go. Didn't you want to see the house?"
"I have to go too. You have to take me with you when you move out!"
Although he had met Chu Siyin by chance, after spending some time with her, Yang Ling had already treated her as a friend.
In addition, this girl could sing, had excellent talent, and was also very beautiful. She was a rare talent.
Of course, she had to keep a talent by her side.
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