In terms of efficiency, it is not enough - if a company or an organization does things this way, it will be finished sooner or later.

However, when it comes to interpersonal relationships, this approach reflects a pious and pure attitude, as if it does not involve any calculation, but is natural and natural. In essence, it is classical, traditional, old, and partial.

The "moral aesthetic" that most men yearn for.

At this moment, Ronan was sitting on the tatami with his arms and legs spread out. He was dressed like a young man you might encounter on the street, but his snake-talking posture made it clear that he was serving a prince.

What era is it now? Who is Snake Whisperer?

Obviously she couldn't be that kind of person, but she was able to do it flawlessly and smoothly. Even though Ronan didn't look at her, she didn't show any frustration or slackness. She couldn't see any trace of acting, let alone any rush.

Expressed dryness.

From the beginning to the end, Snake Whisper minimizes its presence as much as possible to avoid disturbing Ronan's thoughts. However, like the warm water of a spring pool, it seeps in from inadvertent details and is everywhere.

They are all experts in serving people. Yin Le can best understand how superb this method is, and he is ashamed of himself. It involves too much observation and prediction, and there may even be some advanced perception abilities of Qi sensing in it.

"What a terrible woman."

Yin Le sighed silently. She devoted extraordinary attention to Snake Language. To put it bluntly, it was because of some kind of competitive crisis that was turning into a reality.

The position of secretary is too easy to be replaced, especially the life secretary...

But then again, if the cost factor is not taken into account, what does one or two more secretaries who can do things well and are eye-catching mean nothing? Direct competition is stupid. It is normal for a character like Ronan to have people around him. And as a

The key for dependents is to have their own clear roles, at least with certain functions.

The value of a secretary is to solve troubles for the boss, not to cause troubles. Yin Le had already realized this when he became Mrs. Halder's secretary.

Yin Le breathed evenly, took off her shoes outside, arranged them neatly, and walked onto the tatami gently. At this time, Ronan was still deep in thought. She was not stupid enough to disturb her thoughts, so she knelt down in a corner of the room.

Wait silently.

Of course, Snake Whisper noticed her, moved over quietly, brewed fragrant tea for her, and served it silently, still in a humble manner, just treating herself as the lowest maid.

Yin Le suppressed the slight discomfort in his heart and bowed to express his thanks.

She couldn't bear the courtesy that Sheyu treated Ronan with. This kind of deliberate respect may also be the hidden edge of Sheyu.

Time passed by in silence, and nearly forty minutes passed. Ronan, who had been struggling with the "monocle mirror" suspended in front of him, finally let out a long sigh, and then stretched out his arms.

He was lazy, probably because he felt more relaxed in a quiet space. He fell straight back and stretched out his hands and feet on the tatami, rubbing his back and wanting to roll around again...

At this time, Ronan finally broke away from his pure self, and the real surrounding environment came into his mind. He said "Hey" and hurriedly pushed up his upper body, but the childishness that had been suffocating in his bones could not be suppressed no matter what.

Can't cover it up anymore.

Ronan was a little embarrassed, but he soon discovered that the two people in the room, except for him, were all sitting upright at this time, with their eyes lowered and their eyebrows lowered, silent and motionless, like two sculptures.

Forget it, just pretend they can't see it.

Ronan grinned, straightened his body, and was thinking about what to say. Snake Whisper, who was not far away from him, now kneeled forward, came to the position behind him, stretched out his hand to touch his shoulder, and after a pause

, then knead it with appropriate lightness and weight.

"..."

Ronan instinctively slumped his shoulders, but in the end he made no next move. He turned to look at Snake. This "industry-famous" conjurer, a dignified B-level strongman, had a calm face, no words at all, and only focused on pointing.

With the tapping and pinching of the palms, it seems that everything is as it should be, as a matter of course.

Well, her technique is indeed good - at least Ronan, who lacks such experience, feels quite comfortable.

This is true from body to spirit.

Ronan has the ability to spy on people's desires and control the spiritual soul. However, at this moment, he discovered that all fundamental changes came from himself without asking for help.

Unknowingly, it was as if there was a "pad" in his heart, or some other stepping stone, and he gently and skillfully stepped into a certain psychological zone that he had never entered before.

Maybe he had observed and imagined something "outside" before, and had some unspoken yearnings, but he had never experienced it so personally, and it was so natural to him.

The structure of the Gestalt, the authority of the closed system, and more directly, his absolute control of the snake language, determine the current status and pattern.

He can accept it or stop it, but no matter what, he has the absolute right to choose.

Stop...it's quite comfortable, why stop?

A smile naturally overflowed from the corners of Ronan's lips, and his body swayed slightly under the perfect way of snake language, so that his throat was also stained with a lazy rhythm:

"Tell me, what's new?"

What a pool of warm water!

Yin Le kept her eyebrows lowered and her eyes lowered, but her mind was in a trance. Fortunately, the rhythm of the atmosphere in the room had calmed down completely. Her trance was not obvious, and she quickly came back to her senses and answered:
Chapter completed!