"..." Jiao Qi rolled his eyes, and stretched out a finger to poke him a little farther, "Little Yin Baby teaches you to read a word, Brother Wu-go!"
The arrogant young master kicked, and Zhang Chenfei was very annoyed: "This is what you said, don't regret it."
Xiaojiao's wife ignored him, pulled the quilt and fell asleep.
The President re-wrapped the towels and sat on the side angrily, waiting for the young master to beg him. At that time, he must be grinding for a while, making him cry and hum. As a result, he waited until his hair dries, and did not wait for the legendary pleading, peeling off the quilt and seeing that Jiao Qi was already asleep.
…
Adequate sleep can provide all-round care for the waist. When he woke up the next day, Jiao Qi only felt refreshed, the exhaustion of traveling was gone, and it was another day of hard work.
The guy who thought he was a plaything was no longer in the bed, and the sound of "clanging" came from downstairs. Jiao Qi went downstairs after washing, and a hearty breakfast was already on the table. Zhang Chenfei, who came out with the vegetables, saw him and filled him with a bowl of rice soup without saying a word.
"Drinking rice soup can nourish the gastric mucosa. People like you who indulge all the time are prone to gastrointestinal weakness." Zhang Chenfei put on the face of an old Chinese doctor.
Jiao Qi just swallowed a mouthful of soup, almost choked out, kicked him under the table: "Don't talk nonsense."
"What I said is the truth." The stubborn old Chinese doctor is not afraid of power!
Jiao Qi endured and endured, so he didn't have domestic violence at the dinner table. After eating and preparing to leave, I turned around and found that Zhang Chenfei had put on the short-sleeved and big pants that he had vacationed yesterday, and hurriedly stopped him.
"Why are you still wearing yesterday's clothes?"
"I only have this set." Zhang Chenfei pursed his lips. The previous high-level customizations have been taken to pay off the debt. Everything here does not belong to him, only the suit yesterday belongs to him.
Jiao Qi, who couldn't stand it, dragged him upstairs, picked a suit and threw it at him. Zhang Chenfei compared the size, and he was just able to wear it. He was a little surprised: "Did you buy this for me?"
Jiao Qi glanced at the suit: "Yes."
Feeling the high-end fabrics and exquisite workmanship, Zhang Chenfei was very conflicted. On the one hand, I felt that this was bought by the young master for the plaything, and was a charity to him, the dog who fell into the water; on the other hand, thinking that it was bought by Jiao Qi, I couldn't help but like it.
Just struggling to change into clothes, the pitiful little house toy suddenly turned into a two-meter-eight president who drove the young master to work.
There was a regular meeting on Monday, and last week’s meeting was also overturned today. Jiao Qi couldn't get out of his body today, so he didn't plan to follow to Shifei. In the most outrageous script, Zhang Chenfei did not make a business mistake, this time at least it was in the human category, and there should be no major problems.
When the car stopped in front of the Basho Building, Jiao Qi unfastened his seat belt and prepared to get off the car. Suddenly his wrist was caught: "What are you doing?"
"Check in..." Zhang Chen leaned forward and pecked on that weak lips, and said "di" with a serious face. As the young master's plaything, serving Jiao Qi is his current main job.
"Where are there so many tricks?" Jiao Qi couldn't laugh or cry, pushed the door and got out of the car.
Zhang Chenfei also came down, and before he could open the door for the young master, he watched him enter the building. One of Basho’s vice presidents passed by and saw his obsessive look. He smiled and said hello: "Mr. Zhang is really meticulous to our president."
It's rare to be so sticky after seven years of marriage.
This was originally a compliment, but when I heard Zhang Chenfei's ears, it was ironic. He raised his eyes and stared at the vice president with a weird smile. Those people who had known him before knew that he was down, and they really wanted to step on the ground. The President never admit defeat, lifted his chin slightly, and sneered: "No, I'm expecting him to give me pocket money."
Before others speak sarcastically, you must say nothing and let the other party have nothing to say.
"Haha, you can really make a joke." Zhang Chenfei, who has a billion-dollar wealth, has to rely on his wife to give pocket money, no matter how he sounds like a show of affection.
Looking at the vice president who shook his head and left, Mr. Dior knew he had won, but such a victory did not make him half happy. He took a cigarette out of the car and lit it with one hand in his trouser pocket, leaning on the car to slowly smoke the cigarette.
Now that the vice president knew about his relationship with Jiao Qi, this matter would definitely spread immediately. Simply standing here and letting Basho's people look around is also a kind of bravery. He watched two young girls passing by, pointed at him, listened to them with bated breath, prepared to write these humiliations and ridicules in a notebook, and spur himself.
"Hey, why is Dad Chenfei so handsome? He's dying."
"My God, smoking in such a fanciful posture in front of Basho's door is simply a condom for employees. You want us to be fired by the president, right?"
"Maybe it's the fishing law enforcement set by the president. Go fast, go, no, I want to take another look."
Waiting to collect the bitter guts of the king of Yue: "..."
shallow!
Back to Shi Fei Technology, the President called up the shareholding structure table and saw that the three words "Jiao Zuoren" were listed in the shareholders' names. This is evidence of his selling, and it will be written in the report that will be disclosed to the world every year.
He closed his eyes, sighed deeply, took out the diary, and wrote a few lines. Adjust the status and start working.
"President, this is the price list of the new weapons. Please see if there are any problems." The secretary came over to Zhang Chen with the price list set by the marketing department. At present, the company’s most profitable is "Galaxy Glory", and the relevant price is written on the top.
"A star-piercing sword is only 98 yuan. With such a small amount of money, life is really difficult." Zhang Chenfei said painfully.
"But 300,000 pieces can be sold every day." The secretary didn't understand the president's pain, and urged him to sign quickly.
"..."
The employees didn't understand Shi Fei's current situation, and the president was very melancholy.
Jiao Qi had a meeting all morning. As soon as he left the meeting room, Yu Yuan asked him what he had for lunch. If he wants to order a meal, he will order it now. Thinking of Lao Gong who was still ill, Jiao Qi called him uneasy.
"Why, do you want it now?" A deep voice came, with a bit of joking.
Jiao Qi glanced around, only Yu Yuan with her small blinking eyes, motioned to him to eat first and leave it alone, so he strode to the corner.
"Missing your sister, come over to eat with me at noon." I wanted to use a gentle tone to ask him if he wanted to eat together, but when he heard Zhang Dazhao's tone, he became very angry and gave the order directly.
"Got it." There was a reply, neither happy nor unhappy, and hung up the phone after asking about the place.
High-end business restaurant, providing fast and exquisite cuisine, suitable for busy CEOs.
"A set meal, white grape juice." Jiao Qi didn't look at the menu and ordered directly.
"Okay," the waiter smiled and looked at Zhang Chenfei, "what do you need, sir?"
Zhang Chenfei looked at the expensive menu, frowned, and said for a while: "Give me the cheapest set meal."
"Uh, the cheapest is the children's set meal. Are you sure you want this?" The waiter pointed to the children's set meal at the bottom of the menu where everything was halved, "You may not be full."
"That's it, I am a poor person who can't afford expensive ones." Zhang Chenfei rolled up his shirt sleeves, revealing a million-dollar intellectual brain strap.
Waiter: "..."
Feeling embarrassed, Jiao Qi gave Lao Gong a stare, and said to the waiter: "Don't listen to him. The set meal is the same as mine. The drink is white wine."
"OK."
When the waiter left, Zhang Chenfei was silent for a while, and said in a low voice, "I will pay you back the money in the future."
Jiao Qi ignored him and looked down at the news.
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"Do you remember Xiao Hua?" asked casually.
"I can't remember, after all, there are so many people chasing me." Zhang Chenfei said seriously.
"... When I didn't ask."
After eating a full meal, the President, who always felt that he was starving, was finally happy. He was slowly drinking white wine and peeking at the handsome face of Young Master Jiao. Gao Shiqing made a call.
"Da Fei, you should pay it back this month. Don't forget the installment payment."
The two of them bought the plane in installments, which was not a complicated problem, and the payment could be automatically deducted. However, for fairness, two persistent science students insisted on paying it back one month after another. Automatic bank deductions cannot be deducted every other month, and can only be repaid manually, which is handled by the account manager of the respective private bank.
Last month, Gao Shiqing’s account manager forgot about it and almost caused it to be overdue, so he was so angry that Gao Shiqing changed the bank. Therefore, Zhang Chenfei was specially reminded so as not to affect his creditworthiness.
"Payment in installments," the clanging poor CEO said tightly, "I, what did I buy?"
"Airplane."
"pardon!"
"airplane!"
Zhang Chenfei's eyes were black.