Fortunately, there was milk powder in the president's room. The nurse made the milk powder, measured the temperature, and then fed it to the young man after it was mild.

The young man drank milk and played in the presidential room for a while. He felt bored, so he pulled the nanny out.

After walking on the floor of the presidential office for a while, the nurse was anxious and wanted to go to the bathroom, so she asked the secretary in the secretary's room who had not yet gotten off work to help take care of the young coach.

The secretary who was rushing to work while having lunch agreed happily.

Put down the chopsticks, wiped the tissue, and squatted down and stretched out his hands at him, "Ah! Young handsome, come, aunt, hug me!"

"Secretary Fang, Young Marshal, please take care of you. I will be back soon!"

"Go and go, it's my honor to be able to take care of the young coach. I will take care of you carefully, don't worry."

"Okay, thank you then." The nanny went to the bathroom with confidence.

The secretary hugged the young man on his lap, looked at his delicate little face, and looked like Rong Shao's mold, and loved him tightly, teasing him: "Come on, Young Marshal, can you laugh at my aunt? Well... Can you please play with this for you?"

The secretary picked up the small white rabbit ornament from the desk and shook it in front of him, trying to amuse him.

"Auntie Young Handsome will play with you this, you can sing a velvet doll!"

"Oh my god! The young man's face is so tender that he looks like water tofu. I love you so much!"

"Young Marshal, is it okay to kiss Auntie? Just kiss me, okay?"

For a moment, the secretaries in the secretariat surrounded him and teased the young marshal.

The young man frowned tightly, and was very uncomfortable with the smell of perfume on his secretary's body. His little hand waved away the secretary's hand that wanted to touch his face, and the furry toy stuffed into his hands was thrown away.

Secretary Fang hugged him tightly, afraid that he would fall to the ground. The secretary's room was no more thick carpet than the president's room. If the young marshal made any mistake, Mr. Rong would not let them go!

The young man was really angry. He didn't like being surrounded by a group of people. He started to struggle with his hands and feet. Secretary Fang thought about sitting on his landlord's desk. As soon as he picked him up, the young man suddenly screamed—

"Ah--!" The young man stretched out his hand to cover his eyes in pain.

Just as Secretary Fang was about to hold Shaoshang and send it to the office desk, Shaoshang struggled and waved his hand and touched the chopsticks inserted in the bowl of beef noodle on her desk. But Secretary Fang liked spicy food and added a full layer of chili oil!

The chopsticks were swung away by him, and the chili oil splashed on his eyes. The pain was conceivable.

"Oh my God! Chili has entered the eyes, what should I do? Mr. Rong will kill us!"

"Go and wash your eyes! Yes, go to the bathroom to rinse your young coach's eyes, hurry!"

"Secretary Li, did you drive here today? Go down and wait, and take the young coach to the hospital immediately! She can't make any mistakes!"

"Okay, I'll go down right away! You guys move faster!"

The secretary was in disgrace and in chaos, nervous, worried and fearful. Secretary Fang directly picked up the young coach and rushed into the bathroom to wash his eyes.

After the nanny washed his hands, he saw Secretary Fang rushing in with the young marshal in his arms. He asked anxiously for a moment: "What's wrong? What's wrong with the young marshal?"

"The peppers are in your eyes, you have to wash them immediately!"

"Oh my God! Come here and wash the young coach!" The nanny also joined the army of eyes washing.
Chapter completed!