Chapter 77: Chapter 77

Chapter 77 I am Her Teacher

Dana Roosevelt vaguely felt that someone had been touching and kissing herself, but she was unsure whether it was a dream or reality, so she said vaguely.

Such sounds completely activate men's hearing. The whole person was covered, aggression against her little by little.

Initially, he was an adult man who hadn't tasted a woman's taste for 30 years. He hadn't had any contact before, but he didn't have any powerful desires.

Now he met Dana Roosevelt, and it was like a flood opened the gate, out of control.

"Marico?"

Suddenly the man's face sank completely as if shrouded in a lingering haze.

The first time she was in his bed. His name was Tim Petty. Now, Marico has appeared again?

No matter how strong and ardent desire such a mix, there is no more.

The man left here with a calm expression.

He went to the bathroom and took a cold shower. When he returned, he saw the little girl on the bed, sleeping like a dead person again.

Walker Herbert is now so dark that he can adjust ink.

He wants to kick her down.

Dana Roosevelt wakes up early in the morning and feels better. She slept well, and she got up at seven to get to work in the Situation.

At the Situation.

Who knew that as soon as he entered the president's office, she saw Assistant Boyle coming out of Walker Herbert's office with a sad expression on his face.

Dana Roosevelt looked at the pile of materials he was holding in his hand, a little confused.

"Assistant Boyle, this is..."

Assistant Boyle met Dana Roosevelt and quickly made a silent gesture.

"The president is in a bad mood today, don't provoke him. Don't go in either."

"Oh, good!"

Dana Roosevelt immediately fought for 120,000 points and nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

But at this moment, the voice of the man inside the door suddenly remembered. "Where is Dana Roosevelt, and is late again?"

As soon as I heard this voice, I knew that this temper was quite bad, and Dana Roosevelt shivered and immediately answered, "No, I'm not late!"

"Get in!"

Dana Roosevelt was grimacing, and Assistant Boyle exchanged a look. Assistant Boyle mercy at her. She could no love walked toward the office.

As soon as she entered the door, a pile of materials fell on the table.

Walker Herbert sounded like ice, "This is the result of your overtime work last night?"

Dana Roosevelt stared at the pile of reports on the table with eyes wide open.

These are indeed the files she processed last time, "Is there any problem?" the girl asked carefully.

"Do you know how many low-level mistakes you made?"

"This is the level of Progress University freshmen?"

Dana Roosevelt walked over cautiously, holding the report in her hand, turning it page by page.

Every time she turned a page, she was circled with a few mistakes. Dana Roosevelt became guiltier, and her head lowered and lowered.

"I was not in good shape that day. It was my fault."

Dana Roosevelt was ill that day, looking at the computer data like watching a dancing villain.

Moreover, financial statements are inherently very complicated. Not to mention a sophomore, even regular employees with work experience, unless they are from a formal accounting background, it is difficult to get started.

But when the boss speaks or scolds, the employees can't respond. This is the reason Dana Roosevelt or understand, so she nods.

"I see. I will do it again."

Walker Herbert looked at her as if she was unresponsive and submissive. He finally oppressed her as if she had hit the cotton with no feeling at all.

Men feel that they have not experienced this level of anger in many years.

The hand under the table squeezed tightly, "If you don't finish it, you are not allowed to eat!"

What?

Dana Roosevelt seemed to hear a bolt from the blue.

Walker Herbert finally succeeded in seeing expressions similar to "grief" and "intimidation" on her little face this time.

She was finally a little satisfied and prepared to listen to her begging for mercy with her.

Who knows, Dana Roosevelt, who has always been a foodie, is surprisingly spine this time.

Squeezing a pile of reports and drooping his head, she said faintly, "Okay, Boss Herbert."

The man is so dark that he can adjust the ink.

Outside the office.

Dana Roosevelt came out with a bunch of documents.

Assistant Boyle saw her and immediately cast a caring look in the past.

"The president didn't make you embarrassing, right?"

Dana Roosevelt shook her head.

"It's not embarrassing. I didn't do a good job myself. The president lost his temper with me."

"Loose the temper?"

Is the president still willing to lose his temper to her?

It seems that the little girl in front of him is more capable than he thought. If she hadn't succeeded in angering the president, how could the president be angry with her?

"What did he say?" Assistant Boyle helped her move the pile of documents onto the table. One more question.

"He said that he wouldn't be able to come out before noon, and he won't give me food."

That day, Dana Roosevelt used the report that she didn't complete all night, and it is impossible to complete it in one morning.

Dana Roosevelt's stomach was already hungry like ten frogs were calling. She watched the other assistants in the office go out to eat in twos and threes, and her heart suddenly groaned.

So bitter!

The situation kills without blinking. No food!

While holding her belly, the girl stared at the screen and typed irresponsibly.

Where she can read the words, her mind is full of chicken legs, meat, hamburgers.

"Dana Roosevelt?"

At this moment, she heard someone calling her.

For a second, Dana Roosevelt felt that he heard hallucinations. He looked up and saw the beautiful face of Assistant Boyle.

Assistant Boyle was holding a box of packed pizza in his hand, "I just packed this in the cafeteria. Before the boss came out, hurry up and eat a few cushions!"

Dana Roosevelt's eyes were about to shine.

Angels were descending from the sky.

The aura of the Virgin Mary was shrouded all over her body, and she was so moved that she almost cried!

"Assistant Boyle, can I eat? There won't be a camera here, right?"

Assistant Boyle looked at her lovingly with his face like the halo of the Virgin, "At this angle, the camera can't take pictures."

"Okay, I'll eat it now!"

Dana Roosevelt's belly screamed when he saw the pizza.

After passing the pizza, Assistant Boyle immediately returned to his seat.

The little girl hid in a pile of materials out of caution and ate quickly.

CEO's office.

Walker Herbert sat in front of the vast French window. The whole space is spacious, bright, and irresistible.

On the two-meter long black table are desktop computers, laptops and various work supplies.

She hasn't eaten yet.

The man just sat looking at this bag of things he specially packed for her. However, he was dissatisfied with her performance this morning.

But no matter how angry you are, corporal punishment is always wrong.

In the blinds, behind the tall materials, the girl's drooping head was exposed, and she couldn't see what she was doing, but it seemed very serious.

Walker Herbert looked at her thin shoulders, feeling distressed.

Thinking of this, Walker Herbert walked towards the door with food while almost the entire office was going out.

The door opened.

Dana Roosevelt froze for a second.

She saw the man walking out of the office, dressed in a straight suit, and she stood up from her position with a "swipe", with her waist straight like military training.

" Boss Herbert, do you have any instructions?"

Walker Herbert looked at her with a nervous expression and thought that the aura in the morning should have shocked her.

However, this little face is very ruddy, and he doesn't look too hungry at all.

Well, good physical fitness.

"Take it."

As the man said, he put a paper bag full of texture that was half a meter high on her workbench.

Dana Roosevelt stared at the pile of things and opened his mouth in an o- shape, "What is this?"

It's not all the files she has to deal with!

"Your lunch."

The man said a word. Dana Roosevelt almost heard the myth!

Noon, lunch?

She looked down at the box of things.

He looked up at Walker Herbert again and murmured, "But, I haven't finished processing the report yet?"

"Eat first."

The man said, dropping two words, and suddenly seemed to find something wrong.