100 ways to be a scumbag boss

Yan Junwu stood motionless, and Song Guizhou quickly noticed his gaze.

His cold eyes turned around Yan Junwu, then looked back, and continued to knock on the door.

Unfortunately, no one came to open it.

He called Jinhuan, and both of them could hear the phone ringing in the house, but there was still no movement in front of the door.

in the house

Jinhuan was woken up by the phone call, glanced at the caller ID irritably, hung up without hesitation, and turned off the phone.

Song Guizhou stood at the door. After a while, he leaned against the door in frustration. Yan Junwu only entered the house after he was sure he couldn't get in.

She slept until eight o'clock the next morning.

I stretched, got up, took a bath, and turned on my phone to pick out a novel or a TV series to watch.

The water temperature was moderate, and a bath ball provided by the hotel was added to it. There was a layer of pink foam floating in the entire bathtub. There were 99+ little red dots on the social software. She originally didn't want to reply to the message, but she didn't remove the little red dots. It’s really uncomfortable.

I had no choice but to click in.

Song Guizhou was still at the top of the list. They just broke up and didn't have time to cancel it.

Six unread items were displayed, so she clicked in and took a look.

Saijo above was sent last night, asking her why she didn't come back, where she was, and whether she needed him to pick her up. The next two were sent half an hour ago.

He said that he had gone to work and asked Jinhuan to remember to have breakfast when he got up.

Did you wait all night?

She frowned slightly. It seemed that she had to go to Po Meng's place to get a few more bottles of forgetful water, but she couldn't cry now. What Po Meng wanted was not her emotionless tears, such as joy, anger, worry, love, hate, and desire. Among the seven emotions, no matter which one it is, it is difficult for her to have it. The last tear of deep love was love.

If there is no need to exchange tears, there is actually another way, but Jin Huan doesn't want to do that.

That's all, don't think about it now.

Let’s read a novel. I’ve had the “Illustrated Book of Scumbag Girls” that I put on the bookshelf for a while. The article about Gu Zhu Purple Tea is really touching!

After watching it for 10 minutes, I got up, took a shower, dried my hair and went out.

Yesterday, both cars drove to the store, so she took a taxi to the hot pot restaurant.

It's only around ten o'clock now, and it's already very crowded.

Jinhuan went straight to the second floor. There was a lounge at the end just for her. It was decorated in an antique style, with a tea table with six chairs, an Arhat bed, a small coffee table, and a laser TV.

She took off the small table on the Arhat's bed and only leaned on the square pillow on one side to use it as a imperial concubine's couch.

This pillow is not bad, but overall, it looks good but is not easy to use. It is fine for cultivating one's sentiments on weekdays, but it will cause some back pain after leaning on it for a long time, so it is better to sleep in bed.

Ling Nanyi made tea and served it. Seeing the little boss fiddling with the remote control boredly, he suggested: "If Miss Jinhuan feels bored, she can go to the beauty salon for a spa, or sign up for a hobby class, or she can go back to school. .”

"I don't want to go back to school. Those papers are too easy. I want to sleep when the teacher talks." She turned over and lay on the pillow: "As for taking beauty and interest classes, I will think about it."

Ling Nanyi smiled and poured a cup of tea for Jin Huan.

She took it and took a sip: "You can ask someone downstairs to make me a cup of milk tea and bring it up with ice."

"it is good."

"By the way, take this card and buy me a house around here. I want a new house, not a second-hand one. The environment of the community is good, it is sunny, and the decoration is in a modern light luxury style. One hundred million, do you think it is enough?" , if it’s not enough, then ask me for more.”

"it is good."

Ling Nanyi collected the card and went out. What Jinhuan meant was that he was fully responsible for everything from buying the house to decorating it. Unless the head of the household was required to sign, don't come to her.

When the man came downstairs, the corners of his lips were still raised. He really didn't expect that he would be willing to be bossed around one day.

......

Two pale-faced men came out of the Haishi bus station. Everyone who passed them covered their noses in unison.

There was no expression on their faces, and their movements were a little stiff upon closer inspection. Of course, this was not obvious.

I took a taxi at the Taxi Plaza.

"Hello, where are you two going?" The driver was very enthusiastic.

"Here." Both of them were wearing hats, and their faces couldn't be seen clearly. All that was known was that their chins were extremely white, as if they were powdered, and their voices were very hoarse. One of the men held out his mobile phone, and a coordinate was displayed in the navigation.

After looking at it, the master smiled and said to them: "I am familiar with this place. I am a hot pot eater. In the past few days, I have received a lot of people from out of town who want to come to this restaurant to eat!"