Mr Gingerbread

Han Qiaoyu checked the forum and Mr. Duobao's account number with Han San, feeling a little delicate, but it was a good thing, and it was rare for him to ask a few questions about his father and the administrator.

Han San is very clear about this matter. One of the two brothers moved out to live with a family, and the other is busy working non-stop for the company. He is the only one who makes Mr. Han happy every day at home, especially this broken forum. The old and the young pulled him to leave a message to collect points.Probably talked to the second brother, and he was also a little strange: "Brother, why did you suddenly ask this?"

Han Qiaoyu was in a good mood and said, "Just ask."

Han Sandao: "Do you also think that the forum administrator is very annoying? I wanted to find someone to find out what happened before, but my father refused to let it go..."

At this moment, Han Qiaoyu was also partial to the administrator. Hearing what he said, he immediately said: "Nonsense, let's make a good forum, what are you looking for!"

Han San felt aggrieved and said, "I didn't even think about doing anything, I just wanted to get to know each other, make friends or something, but I wanted to bribe him, so I have to give him a chance!"

Normally, Han Qiaoyu would definitely have to teach him a few words, but now he was in a good mood. He twirled the pen twice with his fingers, raised the corners of his lips and said, "I will give you a chance in the future."

Han San was surprised and said: "Brother, you won't let me investigate, you want to do it yourself?"

Han Qiaoyu said, "Well, leave this matter alone and leave it to me."

After Han San hung up the phone, he still felt a little unreal. His second brother always had a cold face, and he was too busy with big things. How could he still have time to take care of such small things?

When it was time for dinner at night, he was sitting at the dining table drinking soup when he heard Mr. Han happily announce: "Let me tell you, our administrator has added me as a friend!"

Han San almost spit out the soup in one mouthful!

Ms. Song was also quite surprised, and asked, "What's going on? What contribution have you made to the forum, why did they suddenly add you?"

Han Lao blushed, waved his hands and said, "Does it need to be said, I must have been moved by my sincerity, I have written so many letters and put forward so many opinions during this period, each of which is very meaningful! I also wrote a summary, but our administrator told me not to send it at night, let me send it on Monday morning, and he has to read it seriously.”

No matter how Han San heard it, he felt that something was wrong. After asking a few more questions, he found out that it was not the administrator's main account. Not many, but very nice people.

Han San frowned and said, "Dad, is that really your administrator, don't meet liars again..."

Boss Han waved his hand and said, "Impossible! He told me that he was going to post a picture of the art exhibition this evening, and he sent it in less than 10 minutes! After it was over, he asked me who I liked, and put that person's picture on purpose. At the front...you have no idea how good our administrators are!"

Han San opened his mouth and closed it again.

Ms. Song asked: "In case it happens to happen, why don't you confirm it again, don't worry about me first, that's what I said, and it didn't stop you from communicating, didn't you!" She drank a spoonful of soup and looked at her husband. With a blushing look that dared not speak out, he said slowly: "What the third child said is quite reasonable, why don't you openly ask him?"

Han Laodao: "Our administrator said that we should keep a low profile. Let others know that's okay. How can he manage the work in the future!"

Ms. Song was sore by his toothache: "You are a small forum, do you still use the word "hosting work!"

Old Han said happily: "Of course! I can't explain the things in our circle to you."

Song Jingqiu: "..."

Han San didn't say a word. He remembered the phone call his second brother made in the morning, and he was extremely impressed.This must have been done by his second brother, his second brother is so awesome, the problem he and his father hadn't solved for ten years, the second brother solved it in one day.

On the other side, Han Qiaoyu's office.

Han Qiaoyu was a bit busy working overtime today, and Lu Ming happened to have no class, so he stopped by to deliver a meal to Han Qiaoyu after finishing his work at the People's Art Theater.

There is a restaurant near the theater that serves good dishes. Last time Lu Ming went to eat with the teachers of the theater and thought it was good. This time, he brought a copy for Han Qiaoyu along the way. Originally, he wanted to give it away and leave. , but Han Qiaoyu kept him, and asked his assistant to come over with a laptop for Lu Ming to play with and work with him.

Lu Ming thought that if he went back first, he would just fiddle with the forum or something. It doesn't matter where he can surf the Internet, and he could take Han Qiaoyu's car back later, so he stayed.

Han Qiaoyu was particularly interested in his forum today. When he passed on the photos of the painting exhibition, he also made several suggestions. Lu Ming thought it was cute that he tried so hard to talk to him, so he uploaded them in the order he said with a smile. .

Han Qiaoyu calmly turned off his mobile phone and sent a few concise messages to Mr. Duobao with the registered trumpet.

Mr. Duobao responded immediately, with praises and words of thanks.

Han Qiaoyu had never been praised so much by his own father since he was a child, and he didn't know what to do next, so he calmed down slowly, and just replied casually with "um".

Even with such aloofness, Mr. Han didn't think it was wrong at all. On the contrary, he felt that their administrators were really temperamental, especially men.

Han Qiaoyu was afraid that Mr. Han would recognize that it was him, so he purposely spoke concisely, jumping out with only a few words. Like a little fan, Mr. Han responded earnestly and enthusiastically.

They exchanged briefly, and Han Qiaoyu talked about the education of the children at home, and sent a message: "It's the same in my family. There are three siblings. I suggest not to spoil education, especially for the youngest children. The utmost care and love, and practice, should be given."

Half of Han Qiaoyu really loves his younger brother. He and his eldest brother are okay, but Han San is eight years behind him, and has been trotting behind him and his eldest brother since he was a child, but there is such an age gap. It's a bit worse than the two brothers.Afterwards, Hansan High School gradually restrained his sharpness, and he didn't compare himself to him, and looked more like a foolish young man.But he knew that Han Qiaoye was less capable than him.

The other half is Han Qiaoyu's selfishness, encouraging Mr. Han to practice the third child more, so that he can relax when his younger brother takes over, and it would be good to retire a year earlier.

Elder Han thought so too.

In the past two years, the old man has been preparing to slowly transfer the burden to Han Er, and he has been making this preparation since he was sent abroad for training.The boss, Han Qiaoyang, doesn't care about things, and prefers to concentrate on researching technology, and the boss is not the kind of person who can compete with others. If he had to choose, he thinks the second son and the youngest son are good, but he prefers Han Er in his heart.

Mr. Han and their administrator were separated by the Internet, and there was no barrier, so they chatted openly for a while.

After a long time, their administrator's trumpet replied: "...my mother always told me to share when I was a child."

Mr. Han didn't understand: "What?"

The administrator's trumpet: "I think, you can't leave everything to the second child."

Han Lao fell into deep thought.

Han Qiaoyu replied a few words, and wanted to say something, when he saw Lu Ming get up and stretch, and immediately turned off the phone page calmly.

Lu Ming yawned and said, "I'm done, when will you work overtime?"

Han Qiaoyu said: "Hurry up, are you tired, do you want to go inside and have a rest?"

Lu Ming shook his head, walked over to stand behind him, hugged him and said, "Why are there so many documents? I saw so many when I came in..."

Han Qiaoyu turned around and brought him into his arms, let him sit on his lap, kissed him and said, "I've been working a lot lately, I'll take you out to play when I'm done with work, where do you want to go?"

Lu Ming said: "Let's talk about it, I haven't finished my work in the theater yet. By the way, Mr. Song gave me some tickets and said that I would take my friends to the premiere..." He looked up at Han Qiaoyu, "You Are you free, shall we go and see together?"

Han Qiaoyu nodded and said, "Okay, when?"

Lu Ming said, "It's the 29th of this month."

Han Qiaoyu wrote down the time and recorded it in the most conspicuous place on the itinerary page.

Lu Ming glanced at his densely packed itinerary, and said a little embarrassedly: "It's fine if you're very busy. Actually, I haven't watched many dramas. I'm just worried about something wrong with the props. I want to go and have a look and see if I can help you. busy."

Han Qiaoyu pinched his earlobe and said with a smile, "It's because you have a heart."

Lu Ming patted him away and said, "I was helping Mr. Song, not helping you."

Han Qiaoyu said: "Yes, are you tired from running around these days?" He tidied Lu Ming's clothes and flicked the white plaster spots on them. Not being polite to him, she deliberately rubbed against his arms twice, and said with a smile, "Yes, I made the sculpture dirty, so I'll share it with you too, hey, Han Qiaoyu, don't hide..."

Han Qiaoyu took a deep breath and said, "Don't move."

Lu Ming didn't react. When Han Qiaoyu pressed the hard object close to his lower abdomen, his entire back straightened like an electric shock, and his face became hot. He jumped out of Han Qiaoyu's arms and stood aside. Looking at him, he faltered and said: "You...whatever you do, you can do it anywhere!"

Han Qiaoyu faced him calmly, sat there raising his eyebrows and said, "It's not my fault, you started the trouble first."

Lu Ming blushed and said, "Anyway, I'm not here. I'll go back first. I'll wait for you at home." He was about to leave, but when he got to the door, he found that the office door couldn't be opened, and turned his head to stare at Han Qiaoyu.

Mr. Han looked at the document seriously, but the speed in his hand was much faster, and he said quietly: "Give me 20 minutes, I will finish processing the document, and we will go back together."

On the same day, Mr. Han and his family members worked overtime for two hours. The family members were so tired that they couldn't even move their fingers. They were carried downstairs by Mr. Han and slept all the way in the car.