Jiang Meimei can now speak more English conversations than he can.
"What dishes are on the table today?" Zhou Yunshi asked Li Zhi, a way he liked to use to build rapport.
Being a boss and understanding your employees' psychology is a skill.
He noticed Li Zhi's emotional changes and knew that a good boss should use both kindness and strictness.
"We made chive pancakes and millet porridge at home. Is there anything you'd like to eat, Ms. Zhou? I'll call home now and ask her to prepare it."
Speaking of this, Li Zhi couldn't help but thank the landlady for bringing Jiang Meimei into their home as a nanny.
Both husband and wife worked at Mr. Zhou's house.
With information sharing, he becomes irreplaceable.
The topics he could discuss with President Zhou were things that "Dark Horse" had no idea about.
Now both husband and wife are employed, and their monthly salaries are doubled, plus occasional subsidies and holiday bonuses.
It makes relatives and friends envious, jealous that they've climbed the social ladder.
"That's all, no need to go any further." Zhou Yunshi was no longer hungry after he had finished his work and reached the peak of his hunger.
My appetite is weak; I don't want to eat anything right now.
At most, I'll have a sip of millet porridge to soothe my throat, and then we'll eat together when I drop my daughter off in the morning.
Thinking of this, Zhou Yunshi couldn't help but pinch his temples, feeling a headache coming on. One child was enough; it was clear his wife wanted a son.
She wouldn't even let him accompany her to prenatal checkups, so it was obvious that the baby in her belly was a girl.
Because of the pregnancy, they hadn't been intimate for a long time.
The time had come, but he preferred skin-to-skin contact.
Since she's still awake, we might as well give it a try.
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