[Happy friends, daily life, cookies]
As a small employee of the company, An Churuo has been working diligently in the company with the philosophy that as long as the company does not close down, he can fish as much as he can. Not long ago, An Churuo had just experienced a social death. She and her colleagues were chatting about their ideal type at the company, and their boss overheard her. After that, her style suddenly changed.
One day, the boss came to the end of the meeting and asked her to give a final summary. An Churuo lay on the conference table, his head buried under the table and said weakly: "I can't speak."
Boss: "Can't you say a word?"
"Can't speak a little"
"Okay then"
After the enemy boss announced that the meeting was over, An Churuo was still lying on the table motionless.
"What's wrong?"
An Churuo raised his head, his face turned pale, and he said feebly: "Dysmenorrhea."
The boss was so merciful that he gave her a holiday, sent her home, and made her some brown sugar water.
Unexpectedly, An Churuo not only did not thank him after drinking, but also asked: "Boss, can you wash the dishes before leaving?"
"..."
Reader comments
Do you have a story after the confession? I haven't seen enough [sending my heart][sending my heart][sending my heart]
The heroine's reflex arc is not as long as usual. I am envious. Their parents are very nice. I am jealous. The boss of the company is so nice. I hate it. Why can't I meet her?
Do you have a story after the confession? I haven't seen enough [sending my heart][sending my heart][sending my heart]
The heroine's reflex arc is not as long as usual. I am envious. Their parents are very nice. I am jealous. The boss of the company is so nice. I hate it. Why can't I meet her?