Chapter 172 Mr. Luo Sat on the Massage Chair with Satisfaction

In the assistant area outside the president's office, Chen Xin stood in the independent position of the special assistant with a very subtle expression.

"The gift that my wife bought for you yesterday, she left me on WeChat and asked me to receive it and put it in your office. I think there is indeed an open space beside the sofa..."

Halfway through speaking, he saw President Luo Da, who was still full of suffocation just now, with a face that was frozen for thousands of miles. It was suspected that he had been hit by a cruise ship. The ice cubes scattered, melted into the polar snow, and melted underwater, leaving only a patch of sunlight reflecting the waves.

Mr. Luo smiled.

Spring wind and rain.

Chen Xin wanted to rub his eyes, but Mr. Luo, the ice cube almost melted by the sun, had already turned around, leaving him with a straight but no longer sharp back.

"Eight o'clock, eight o'clock."

A low voice, revealing comfort.

Chen Xin: "?"

The mood of the tenth level of darkness has turned into the third level of light?

"The list is delayed by half an hour for me."

The tail, which has always been tough and full of edges and corners, has a bit of gentleness.

Chen Xin immediately responded energetically and breathed a sigh of relief.

The alarm is completely dismissed.

At eight o'clock, when Chen Xin brought the delivery master into the office to debug the massage chair, he once again witnessed a miracle.

Luo Tianlin didn't work the first time as usual, but put his arms around his chest and seemed to be interested, and the corners of his lips always kept a strange upward arc as he watched the delivery master install.

The master wanted to remove the plastic packaging, plug in the power cord on the spot, and try it out, but he stopped it.

"No, I'll do it myself."

As soon as these words came out, Chen Xin was shocked.

Mr. Luo himself?

How come?

Which electrical appliance wrapping paper in the office did he remove by himself?

Which electrical plug has he plugged in?

Heaven has changed!

The eighth wonder of the world!

Chen Xin almost took out his mobile phone subconsciously and wanted to shoot a video for the president.

But he restrained, thinking of his generous year-end bonus, holding back all his life.

It was just that Luo Tianlin never wanted to speak.

"This sofa, move away."

The leather sofa imported from Italy, the single-seat sofa customized by the world's first brand designer personally for Luo total, was ruthlessly pointed out.

Luo Tianlin looked around, frowned, and pointed to a coffee table of the same brand, "Change to a smaller one, with silver-white metal legs, glass surface, and four flat drawers at the bottom, leaving the middle empty."

The boss is very fussy about his own items.

He has always had a strict set of aesthetic standards.

But Chen Xin didn't expect that he would change the two decorations he loved before for the massage chair.

He knew that the massage chair that his wife bought was a good brand in the working class, but it was far from the boss's extreme experience and aesthetic needs.

He also thought that his wife's gift was about his heart, and that the massage chair could be placed for the boss to see.

Unexpectedly... the boss's posture is really ready to use!

Chen Xin was surprised!

"Why haven't you gone out yet?" Luo Tianlin untied his cufflinks, rolled up the cuffs of his three-point black shirt, and was about to bend over when he turned his head to see Chen Xin still standing behind him, and couldn't help frowning in disgust.

Chen Xin: "..."

Ten minutes later, Luo Tianlin plugged in the power.

Even when he heard a slightly harsh and clumsy electronic sound [please select the massage mode], his thin lips curled up, and he comfortably tucked his slender legs into the sunken massage chair.

A bit crowded.

Compared with a tailor-made single sofa, the touch is slightly harder, and the back is not comfortable to lean on.

The long legs can't be fully straightened either.

But... Luo Tianlin pressed the soothing mode in a good mood.

Sent by the little girl.

How much pocket money does she have.

Luo Tianlin was slightly annoyed, and asked her to get off the bus first yesterday, so Chen Xin should accompany her and let Chen Xin swipe his card.

But halfway through his eyebrows, he raised his eyebrows again.

Massage chairs are much more expensive than carrying stereos, chocolates, silk scarves, eyeshadow palettes.

He lowered his eyelids, looked at the armrests of the massage chair, which were not genuine leather, and smiled silently.

After laughing, he froze again.

He even showed the little girl's face last night.

*

"Yangyang, the massage chair is at least about one meter. You have to move your desk to the side of the bed to fit it down."

Mao Ruimin was measuring the place with a tape measure.

Xia Zhengyang was drinking Coke, and he objected, "The desk is by the door, and I have to put the massage chair under the window, so I can get a massage while basking in the sun. I can usually sit on it and read a book."