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Upstairs, Chen Zhao was eating a boxed lunch. He would shovel a mouthful of rice into his hands and type dozens of words. His dark circles under his eyes were extremely heavy.
Huang Wenchang passed by carrying the meal his wife had carefully prepared and couldn't help but offer a reminder.
"Assistant Chen, be careful not to die suddenly."
Chen Zhao looked up and saw the exquisite lunchbox, his smile vanished instantly, "Get the hell out of here!"
Huang Wenchang deliberately opened the lunchbox in front of him, smiling sweetly, "My wife made my favorite coconut chicken today, it's so sweet."
Chen Zhao broke down, "You married men, please don't provoke single people, thank you."
Huang Wenchang grunted twice and ran off quickly.
The food in his hand suddenly lost its flavor. Chen Zhao muttered to himself, "When is President Fu coming?"
"Wait, right away."
Chen Zhao turned his stiff neck and suddenly felt less sad. Fortunately, Qi Wenye was there to keep him company.
Best buddies, stay single forever.
Chen Zhao picked up the lunchbox and walked over. "What have you been up to lately? I hardly ever see you."
Qi Wenye answered truthfully, "After getting married, President Fu rarely went abroad on business and didn't need my protection, so I made money by boxing underground and exercised on the side."
Chen Zhao felt envy, jealousy, and hatred.
Since Fu Jie got married, he's been incredibly busy.
Qi Wenye was carefree and idle, taking advantage of the chaos every day.
When will he be able to live such a happy life?
People are more prone to illness if they are idle for too long; it's better to go to work.
Working people, working spirit, keep going!
Chen Zhao ate a few bites of food and returned to his computer to organize the data.
Qi Wenye followed, scratched the back of his head, and looked a little embarrassed.
"Chen Zhao, everyone praises you for being smart. Can you give me some advice on something?"
Chen Zhao had a bad feeling.
Could it be that this big guy has fallen in love with a girl and will be single tomorrow?
No, absolutely not, he can't be left as a single dog.
Chen Zhao's voice trembled, "What is it?"
Qi Wenye frowned. "I suspect there's something wrong with my brain. I often forget where I put things at home..."
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