Chapter 57 chapter 57 juicy.

Chapter 57 chapter 57 juicy.

There are not many classes in the last semester, but Zhao Manzhi has to start preparing materials for applying for a master's degree.

Several schools require submission of materials in the spring of the same year for fall admission. In addition to CV, language scores, school transcripts, application letters and short papers on research directions, at least two letters of recommendation are required.

In addition to high-sounding flattery, reference letters pay more attention to the identity of the writer. Usually they come from professors, but some people who have a good relationship with their internship bosses can also be invited to write.

Zhao Manzhi's grades are good. Before she even sent an email, her professional course teacher had already asked about her intention to continue her studies and enthusiastically expressed that he could provide a letter of recommendation.

But she always wanted to keep a copy for Zhuang Youkai. It was not a big deal whether it would be used or not. The most important thing was to see how he would praise her.

Before going to work in the morning, she mentioned it to Zhuang Youkai in the elevator. The other party was a little surprised, but did not refuse.

"I've never written for anyone, so I don't know what's appropriate, but I can give it a try."

She pouted and imitated his tone, "How is it possible that I haven't written for anyone? Who doesn't want to get a recommendation letter from Mr. Zhuang?"

Zhuang Youkai raised his eyebrows slightly, "Is there a possibility that they don't dare to ask me?"

This is the truth.

Seeing that he is so busy, only Zhao Manzhi is bold enough to let him take time out to do these trivial and troublesome things.

After taking over the real estate sector, Zhuang Youkai's work pace has obviously accelerated, but the hotel renovation work has not yet been completed, so he can use this excuse to stay in the New Territories for a while. In the morning, people who come to the office to report their work, wait for his signature, and come to see him come and go, and the refreshments in the reception room have been changed several times.

Jeffery and Zhao Manzhi are so busy that it's lunch time in the blink of an eye.

After sending off the last group of people, Jeffery breathed a sigh of relief, looked at Zhao Manzhi on the side, and said with a wry smile, "This intensity of work will be the norm in the future."

"I'm just an intern. In the long run, you'll have to work harder."

"Actually, it's about the same, but I haven't been busy for a long time, so I'm a little uncomfortable."

In the past, there was no dispute that Zhuang Youlin was the heir. He had to understand all the work, from the operating mechanism of the group to the revenue and layout of Huanye's key areas. When Jeffery's master took him, he first let him take classes with the eldest master for half a year, and he could only start working after he was familiar with the work.

So his calmness and ease in dealing with emergencies were also the result of countless days and nights, countless falls and hardships.

Jeffery said with emotion, "Some people think that being a special assistant is glamorous, that you are directly responsible to the boss, that your words carry weight, and that it is easy to climb up; others say that special assistants are only exposed to dirty work, that they do the same job for many years, and that there is no challenge. But in fact, every job is the same, and it is not easy to achieve perfection."

Zhao Manzhi smiled ashamedly, "Unfortunately, I was the latter before."

When she learned that the offer was for an administrative assistant instead of a housekeeping department, she was even a little dissatisfied. The work of an administrative assistant is boring, not to mention that she directly serves the boss, acts according to a person's face, and swallows her anger. She was actually not sure if she would quit on the spot with her temper.

Facts have proved that Zhao Manzhi did exactly that. She kept jumping back and forth between "Is it going to be a waste of time?" and "I just quit if I don't want to do it?" But even so, she and Mr. Zhuang have been working together so well until now...

"Zhao Manzhi." Zhuang Youkai's voice sounded behind her, "Come here."

Jeffery wisely put away a pile of documents, "I'll go deal with it, you go ahead."

Zhao Manzhi finished the latte that had already gone cold in her cup, put on her makeup briefly, and pushed the door in.

Behind the wide walnut desk, Zhuang Youkai was browsing something with a stern look on his face. The sunlight behind him leaked in through the blinds, breaking into pieces, just like the day they first met on the Bund.

She gently closed the door and asked seriously, "What does the boss want me to do?"

"Come here."

Zhao Manzhi walked over, her hand was grabbed first, and then her whole body lost its balance and sat on his lap.

She was wearing a smoky grey pencil skirt today, a fairly conventional style, straight and dignified, with nothing wrong to find, but when she sat down, the hem of her skirt went up, inevitably revealing a section of her smooth thighs.

According to workplace dress etiquette, she wore a pair of stockings underneath, but for some reason, this posture, this state, always reminded people of something unhealthy... 

Zhuang Youkai just glanced at her, his hand hovering over the keyboard, and asked in her ear, "Can you give me some guidance on how to write this reference letter?" 

Zhao Manzhi then looked at what was on his computer screen, a sea of ​​recommendation letter templates. When he came in, she thought it was some quarterly financial report from his expression, but he was reading it so carefully. 

"Just... write it like that." Who would give such guidance? He was obviously doing it on purpose. Zhao Manzhi pushed him, "Let me get up first." 

"No." As he spoke, his hot breath sprayed on her ears, tickling her. "How can the reference letter for you be so assembly-line?" 

"In fact, the school will not read the content so seriously, so don't take it too seriously..." 

"Then just think of it as a letter for you to read, otherwise you wouldn't ask me, right?" 

Unexpectedly, her little thoughts were clearly seen by him. 

"How could I..." 

Zhao Manzhi felt as if her whole body was ignited by his breath, burning hot, especially the roots of her ears, which turned red before her cheeks, and became more and more intense under the burning of his gaze. 

She simply lowered her head to find his lips and kissed him, and he stopped saying those embarrassing words. 

Zhuang Youkai enjoyed the sweet kiss of the girl for a moment, pinched her small chin, and turned her face away, "BB, get down to business." 

Zhao Manzhi subconsciously looked at the status of the two. 

Her skirt was pulled down to her legs, and she sat on him, her cheeks flushed, and there was still a mark of her lipstick on the corner of his lips. Is this really how it should be when doing serious work? 

As if he was not tempted by her beauty, he loosened his hand, reached out from her slender waist, touched the mouse and keyboard, opened a document seriously, and typed the beginning. Without his support, Zhao Manzhi was like a lone boat in the sea, swaying, and had to hold her only sail. 

"To Whom It May Concern, I am writing to support Ms. Zhao Manzhi's application to your university..." 

He typed slowly, but very patiently. Zhao Manzhi was very worried when she saw it, and regretted why she didn't just write a template for him and ask him to sign it. 

No, she shouldn't have asked him, otherwise why would she suffer this. "...During internship, Ms. Zhao was smart and 

reliable..." At this point, he stopped, looked up at her, and said 

with interest , "Next, how to write it depends on your performance." 

"This is a threat!"

Today, Zhao Manzhi had her hair in a bun, revealing her fair neck from the collar of her shirt. Zhuang Youkai's hand went up to her neck, as if he was soothing a furry kitten. "But you asked for it yourself, didn't you?"

As he spoke, he pressed down with his hand, and she lowered her head. His plump red lips were in front of him, and he naturally held them in his mouth. He rarely kissed her so gently, as if he was carefully polishing

her. Zhao Manzhi felt as if she was being heated by a slow fire, and her body temperature and consciousness were increasingly out of control, but she couldn't break free. Later, their breathing became increasingly disordered, and even their collars were loosened at some point. Sweat beads rolled down her slender neck, slid across her collarbone, and sank into the depths of her soft valley.

He took in everything and lowered his voice, "...also, she's very adorable..."

Feeling teased, Zhao Manzhi tried to cover his mouth, but was strangled by someone and was restrained on the large office desk.

She was laid flat on the table. The moment her bare skin touched the cold tabletop, goose bumps suddenly appeared on her skin, which then caused a chain reaction and made her wet.

He stroked the moisture from her fingertips and continued, "and juicy."

What a fierce word.

Zhao Manzhi didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Can this word really be used like this?"

"Why not? Language is a tool for people to use." Zhuang Youkai kissed her, "Relax, you can't get in like this."

...

Under that situation, the recommendation letter naturally could not be completed smoothly. Zhao Manzhi did not receive what he brought until the next night.

There was a gold-plated Huanye logo on the envelope and the letter paper, and it was stained with the scent of Vietnam Nha Trang agarwood that he used most often, and it was as solemn as a precious gift.

"To Whom It May Concern:

I am writing this letter to support Ms. Zhao Manzhi in applying for your Master of Hotel Management program.

I am delighted to learn that Ms. Zhao will go to Switzerland for further studies. Ms. Zhao and I are superiors and subordinates. During her two-month internship during the summer vacation of her junior year, Ms. Zhao performed well in handling the personal affairs of the hotel manager, itinerary planning, public relations coordination, etc. She is smart, motivated, reliable, and more importantly, she cares about and understands others, which I think are indispensable and precious qualities in the hotel management profession.

...

With Ms. Zhao's excellent academic performance, positive learning attitude and creative thinking, I believe she will be one of the best candidates for your school. At the same time, I believe that Ms. Zhao will become an outstanding practitioner in the hotel management industry through further studies.

If there is anything I can provide further help and support for, please feel free to contact me. Thank you very much for your attention. Best wishes.

..."

The signature is the handwritten name, Raymond Chong, and there is no need for even a cumbersome title. This name alone is enough to make people awe. This is the influence of Huanye in the industry.

Such a letter of recommendation, used to apply for a master's degree, is a bit like overkill.

She read it several times and was even reluctant to send it out.

Zhuang Youkai said with a smile, "This is not a love letter."

"But you are not the kind of person who can write love letters." Therefore, this letter from him, which rarely praises her, becomes particularly precious.

He was lost in thought.

Zhao Manzhi quickly added, "Of course, I am no longer at the age of reading love letters. I don't need this thing, it's corny."

Now she really has no doubt that if she said she liked it, Zhuang Youkai would send her a love letter someday.

In fact, there is no need at all.

His commitment, companionship, and consideration are more solemn than any love words, and better than those slogans of vows.

She put the letter of recommendation and other study abroad materials in a file bag. The scanned copies have been saved, but if necessary, she may still have to send a paper copy.

While sorting, Zhuang Youkai received a call on her small balcony.

The sliding door was half open, and his voice came in faintly. Zhao Manzhi's Cantonese was not very good, and she could only vaguely understand most of it, but she knew clearly that Zhuang Youkai's tone was not very good.

He came back after hanging up the phone, still with the chill of late winter. When Zhao Manzhi poured water, she also prepared a cup of hot water for him. Zhuang Youkai subconsciously wanted to refuse. He

had a bad habit of only drinking ice water when he grew up abroad.

Zhao Manzhi was tough for a while, "Although it's not cold, the building is high and the wind is strong. It will give you a headache if you are exposed to it for a long time. Just be prepared."

Zhuang Youkai hesitated for a moment, but still took it, and pulled the person who handed him the water to sit next to him.

He shook the glass, as if he was not drinking water, but a glass of white wine, "Accompany me back to Deep Water Bay the day after tomorrow."

The incident happened suddenly, Zhao Manzhi thought he was going to meet his family, and hurriedly pulled his hand back, "The day after tomorrow? Do I need to prepare anything?"

"No." He rubbed her hair, "Don't be too nervous, just play golf with Zhuo Wen."

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