100 ways to be a scumbag boss

"Mr. Ge, I'm sorry for disturbing you." Ming Jiaye bowed his head politely.

The old man doesn't want to talk now. He originally wanted to grab a dripping Chinese cabbage, but this time it's good. With the way these two are now, maybe there's already a small cabbage in the belly of the big cabbage. Now, let's buy it. No matter how open-minded he is, he still can't accept the idea of ​​one-for-one as his great-grandfather!

Jinhuan followed Mingjiaye as if nothing was wrong. This man was really full of bad ideas. He said that there was an outsider going home to kiss. Look, he appeared here with this image of me coming back from being a prostitute. He feels most comfortable in front of the little old man!

The elder Ge led them into the house without saying a word.

After changing his shoes, he asked them to sit in the living room for a while while he went to call Feng Jialuo down.

"Okay, by the way, can you go to the bathroom at your house? I'll clean up the things on your clothes."

Ming Jiaye was polite and generous throughout the whole process. When he looked at the elder, he was polite and respectful, and when he looked at the little girl, he was gentle and helpless.

The more Mr. Ge listened, the more uncomfortable he became.

Look at his attitude in speaking and doing things, his grandson is really incomparable!

Rub his grandma's legs!

"The first one you turn right is the innermost one."

"Okay, sorry to bother you."

By the time the two of them were sitting on the sofa, five minutes had passed. I didn't know what the grandfather and grandson were talking about. The ink stains were so long.

The Feng family is not too big. The small foreign-style building allocated by the empire in the early years has three floors, each floor is about eighty or ninety square meters.

However, it can be seen that the house has been renovated, and now it is in Chinese style. The old mahogany sofa in the living room is priceless.

But she didn't like it. It was so hard that it made her butt feel uncomfortable.

The new Chinese-style furniture is not bad, but she does have a lot of complaints about the old Chinese-style furniture. For example, for the sake of good appearance, unreasonable proportions, such as heavy carving without considering comfort, such as horizontal and vertical heads. , the edges and corners are easy to bump, and not safe at all.

Of course, the above only represents her personal preference.

"Uncle Ming, I smell it, it smells like Boston lobster." She gently tugged on Ming Gaye's pants, leaned over and whispered in a low voice.

"Don't eat seafood for a while. I'll take you to eat hot pot when we get back." He smiled and scratched the tip of the little girl's delicate nose, with a bit of unpredictability in his tone.

"Hmm~Okay, then I'll order ten plates of high-calcium mutton!"

"it is good."

Feng Jialuo was grabbed by his father with a look of despair on his face. A young man who was quite handsome at first walked out with this old man: the sense of immediacy between the runaway rich lady and her inexperienced old bodyguard!

"Brother Jiaye, I have invited you here to listen to the opinions and suggestions of this person."

"Pah!" The old man slapped Feng Jialuo on the butt without mercy!

"Ouch! Why are you hitting me! I don't see any outsiders!" He gritted his teeth in the first part of the sentence and was cautious in the second part.

Ming Jiaye just pretended to be invisible the whole time, with a gentle and kind smile on his face.

Today, a preacher is here to teach you and resolve your doubts.

He is very serious about everything he does, not to mention that Mr. Ge said it himself.

But if a caring person knows how to surf the Internet and do a casual search, he will know that he has memorized the relevant Baidu documents.

There are quite a few Feng family members today.

The Feng family's grandparents, parents, uncles, and aunts were all sitting there. It was a large round table.

Everyone got the news and came to see Xiaojia’s future wife!

Although everyone tried their best to restrain themselves, as an outsider, the bowl of enjoyment was quickly filled with dishes.

Minggaye smiled more and more gently.

The first time came when Grandma Feng's family had a great time holding a whole big dragon in her arms.

Mingjiaye blocked it slightly.

"What's wrong?" The old lady looked at Mingjiaye in confusion.

"Huan'er can't eat seafood recently."

"Why can't you eat it?" Feng Jialuo asked subconsciously.

Mingjiaye didn't speak, but smiled slightly shyly.

In an instant, everyone around the table looked ugly!