Jian Zhiguo casually grabbed the soft hand resting on his shoulder, pulling it to his chin, and deliberately rubbed it against his unshaven stubble.
The assistant giggled, "CEO, you're so naughty. It tickles."
"You've been by my side all this time, helping me to reduce a lot of fatigue by massaging my shoulders and back. I can't even imagine, what would I do if you're not around?"
Jian Zhiguo's eyes were full of stories, drawing people in to read them.
His assistant was one such person drawn to him.
The assistant coquettishly remarked, "Even without me, there will still be other people. A few days ago, I saw you bringing the intern from the HR department to the office numerous times. Doesn't she meet your expectations?"
Jian Zhiguo's gaze became complicated. He did not anticipate that his every move was being watched.
It didn't feel good.
"Hmm, she's too naive and inexperienced compared to you. Men prefer you," Jian Zhiguo said, pinching her waist hard.
