Super Rich: What to do if the landlord always works part-time?

Got it, got it? If everyone works hard, wealth and glory are not just a dream. Manager Tang looked at the expressions of the two and nodded with satisfaction. This young man is teachable.

The male and female clerks looked at the manager with excitement, and the expressions of the three gradually became similar and unified: workers, working spirits, workers are the best.

Yue Jun couldn't help sneezing during class. What happened? Is someone really talking about me?

And Su Ning, who was behind Yue Jun, was staring at the four people in front of him with a headache.

What's going on? These people are completely different from what I have collected from my data. Shouldn't Lin Jiaojiao be domineering? Why is she like a naive girl? And Liu Hui is too much of a younger brother, right? He has really become a younger brother. Yue Juan is a little confused. Sometimes he feels that he can cooperate, and sometimes he feels that he can't cooperate. Fu Fei was originally the person he wanted to cooperate with the most, but his bargaining chips were not enough, and the Su Group might not be favored by them.

I'm drunk. I played dumb for so many years and finally made my sister and elder brother feel that they had no hope of competing for the company. In the end, I failed in the selection of partners. I wanted to let a few people fight to see who has the greatest potential, but they ended up forming small groups.

No, no, the progress of the plan must not be delayed here. I must kick out the detective I found before and replace him with another one. What's going on? None of the information matches. I must file a complaint!!!

Fu Fei lay on the table and trembled all over. What was going on? Why was he suddenly so cold? Was someone scolding him?

Yue Jun wrote down his plan to open a milk tea shop in his own planning notebook, and he wrote it very seriously.

Fu Fei was awakened by the cold. He raised his head and looked at his deskmate next to him. His eyes swept across his notebook. Milk tea shop. Was he going to work in the milk tea shop again?

Fu Fei couldn't help but frown. Wasn't he working in a dessert shop? He also had to hand out flyers. Why did he have to go to a milk tea shop? Could his body really handle it? Would it have any impact on his health?

Yue Jun, who was writing, did not feel the inner struggle of his deskmate.

Fu Fei thought about it for the whole afternoon but couldn't come up with any good solution, so he still had a stern face when he sat in the car on the way home.

Liu Hui cautiously moved closer and said, "Brother, are you worried about something? I feel like you're not in a good mood."

"Did you see that?" Fu Fei turned to look at him, but his expression did not improve at all.

Brother, if I can't see this, wouldn't it be a waste for me to follow you for the past ten years? Liu Hui curled his lips silently in his heart, but his expression was still sunny.

Fu Fei returned home in a irritable mood, threw his school uniform jacket on the sofa, and lay down on it.

The couple in the restaurant next door who were feeding each other stared at him blankly.

[What’s going on? Is our son ill?] Fu’s mother Ye Wenjie glanced at her husband secretly.

[Probably not. Maybe he is in a bad mood. If we had told you earlier that we would have another sweet little girl, it would be more considerate than this brat. Look at how young he is. He looks like he is about to enter menopause.] Fu Jie, Fu's father, regretted it deeply.

The two men put down the food in their hands and walked to their son, bent down to look at him, without saying a word, just watching silently.

When Fu Fei raised his hand, he saw two familiar faces.

"Son, are you unhappy?" Ye Wenjie asked.

"Don't you want to go to this school? I told you before that we can hire a teacher to come to our home, but you insisted on going to that school..." Fu Jie looked at his unhappy son with a bit of gloating. You kid have suffered a setback.

"What are you talking about?" Ye Wenjie slapped her husband angrily. Who would say that to your own child?

As soon as Fu Jie saw his wife's unhappy expression, he quickly reached out and crossed his mouth, indicating that he would shut up immediately!

"Monkey, what happened? Can you tell mom about it?" Ye Wenjie looked at her son who was motionless with no change in expression. She became a little anxious and directly said her son's nickname.

"Mom! Didn't we agree not to call me by my nickname anymore?" Fu Fei was furious when he heard his nickname. He really hated himself for being born with such a nickname when he couldn't speak or know anything.

"Okay, okay, I won't say it. I won't say it," Ye Wenjie assured her son quickly as he finally responded.

"I think it sounds nice. When you were a child, you were just like a monkey, all wrinkled and red. That's why I nicknamed you Monkey. It's so appropriate!... Um..." Before Fu Jie could finish his words, Ye Wenjie beside him covered his mouth.

"Dad, you...you can..." Fu Fei grabbed his clothes angrily and ran upstairs.

"e=(′o｀*)))Alas, you always add fuel to the fire." Ye Wenjie sighed as she looked at her husband. They were obviously father and son, but they acted like enemies.

"Hehe, what I said was the truth." Fu Jie raised his hands to beg for mercy while patting his wife's legs and rubbing her shoulders.

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Thank you to the two lovely little girls Xiao Yiduo and Chi Qinci for the gifts???( ˙?˙ )???）