Assistant Sun looked at the fragrance wafting from the kitchen and wanted to go take a look. Their president was a beautiful woman, and now he was going to be able to both work in the hall and in the kitchen in one go.
It’s still a day of internal competition for the president.
"How am I doing?"
The chef, wearing a chef's hat and a white suit, tasted the food with chopsticks. "He's very talented."
Ling Yunrui also picked it up with chopsticks and tasted it. It was sweet and sour pork ribs, which seemed to be good. That meant that he really had a talent for cooking.
Assistant Sun actually ate three bowls of rice at noon. He really thought the president was very talented, so he added a few more bowls of rice as proof.
From that day on, Assistant Sun realized that he was a food taster. Others got paid for tasting, but he not only didn't get paid, he also gained weight and had to give evaluations. He wanted to quit but didn't dare to because he couldn't bear to give up his annual salary and had to pay his mortgage.
Zhao Jiaojiao's eyes fell on WeChat. Every day he sent her good night, there was nothing else except these two words, which made Zhao Jiaojiao suspicious. What did he mean?
Can't you talk to her about something else?
"President, you've been staring at your phone for half an hour." Assistant Sun reminded.
I stole a glance at the message sent by the president and wanted to remind him: President, are you clocking in?
You won't be able to get girls this way.
Girls still need sweet words. If you don’t get them, then give them gifts.
But President, you can chase the girl with just a good night, so I lose.
"Are you free?"
Assistant Sun still had a strong desire to survive, and quickly talked about how to pursue the girl, "President, I think girls need surprises. Now that you are friends, you can watch movies, eat, and go shopping together to cultivate your relationship."
See a movie?
Have dinner together?
Go shopping together?
Ling Yunrui has never done these things. Even when investing in movies, he rarely attends award banquets.
The Ling Group has an entertainment company under its name, but Ling Yunrui rarely goes to the entertainment company.
"Tomorrow is the weekend."
There's no need for him to remind me about what happens next.
When the president goes on a date, he can have a day off and doesn't have to work overtime.
Although there is overtime pay for overtime work, he is not a machine and does not need to work every day.
Ling Yunrui hesitated for a moment and looked down at her WeChat: Are you free tomorrow?
After sending it, I waited anxiously for her reply.
One minute.
Why haven’t you replied yet?
Are you busy?
Two minutes.
Why haven’t you replied yet?
Are you taking a shower?
Or asleep?
It's still early, less than eight o'clock. Most young people don't go to bed so early at this time.
Three minutes.
Is your phone out of battery?
Where is Zhao Jiaojiao over there? She was dragged out by her mother to dance square dance.
Except for work, she stays at home all day long, and people dislike her for having to live a retirement life at such a young age.
So Ling Yunrui wanted Zhao Jiaojiao to reply to the message immediately, which was a bit mysterious.
Assistant Sun looked at the president. For someone who worked for a workaholic president and had lunch breaks all year round, his salary was considered high among his peers.
"President, maybe Ms. Zhao is attending a party with colleagues."
No time to reply your message.
Ling Yunrui gave Assistant Sun a cold look and said, "You can leave work only after you finish these."
Then he stood up and strode out of the office, leaving Assistant Sun with a worried look on his face. He felt that the president had been in a good mood recently and had become a little ungrateful.
Ling Yunrui drove towards Zhao Jiaojiao's residential complex. When he passed by a square in their community, he saw many people dancing square dance there.
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