wealthy surrogate husband

The first day of work went smoothly, after all, the job content was simple.For Shen Ting, there is no pressure on writing work.

The owner of the publishing house is Wang Yang, a middle-aged man in his forties, with an ordinary appearance, but a refined temperament.When he was off work, as the boss, Wang Yang left him to let him talk about his thoughts on work, and talked with him about salary and benefits by the way.

Wang Yang didn't know that he wrote novels, he didn't pay attention to business news, and he didn't know about his marriage to Shao Rencheng.Wang Yang thought he was just a kid who hadn't found a job for more than a year after graduation.He didn't accept Shen Ting because of Annan's face. The salary for proofreading manuscripts was low, and the publishing house really needed people. Judging from Shen Ting's performance on this day, Wang Yang was still very satisfied with him.

"Young man, work hard, there will be many opportunities waiting for you in the future." As an elder, he encouraged Shen Ting.

Shen Ting doesn't care about the opportunity, anyway, he doesn't rely on this salary to live.

After chatting with Wang Yang, Shen Ting packed up his things and went out. At this time, he can catch up with the Shao family's dinner at six o'clock, provided that he has good driving skills and there is no traffic jam on the road.

When it was close to six o'clock, he was blocked on the elevated road, motionless.At this time, it was completely dark, but he was not lonely, because the city was illuminated by colorful neon lights, and there were many people waiting like him around.

The cell phone that was thrown on the glove box turned on, and he picked it up to take a look, raising his eyebrows, obviously surprised.

"Brother Ren Cheng?" Shen Ting picked it up.

"Where is it?" Shao Rencheng's voice became colder and colder after being processed by electronic products, "Did you know it's time to eat?"

"I know," Shen Ting said, "but I can't go back."

"Where are you?"

"The elevated road is blocked here." Shen Ting said, "Eat, don't wait for me."

After speaking, he realized that he was really narcissistic. The Shao family's meal order was as punctual as the whole news, so how could he wait for him.

He smiled self-deprecatingly, and changed his words: "You guys eat, I'll just go back and order some noodles myself."

The other end of the phone didn't say anything, just hung up.

It was nearly seven o'clock when Shen Ting arrived home, there was only one light on the porch downstairs, and the living room was pitch black, he turned on the light first after entering, and then walked towards the kitchen.

Everything on the stove in the kitchen was cleaned up, and he even wondered if he could find even a handful of dried noodles, but when he opened the refrigerator door, he froze.

In the refrigerator, which is always clean, there are five or six transparent crispers neatly stacked on one floor. Each box contains different dishes, both meat and vegetables, fresh and clean.There is also a larger box containing half a bowl of full-grained, crystal-clear rice.

Shen Ting took out the boxes, heated them in the microwave one by one, placed them on the dining table, then took a pair of chopsticks and sat down in front of the dining table.

Looking at the food in front of him, he hasn't eaten yet, his stomach that has been hungry all afternoon is already enough to heal.

There are many types of food, but the amount is precisely controlled. After swallowing the last bite of food, he felt that he was just full.

After cleaning and putting away the tableware, Shen Ting turned off the light and went upstairs, pushed open the bedroom door, and saw Shao Rencheng sitting upright at the desk reading a book.

Shen Ting stood at the door for a while, and asked, "What happened to the desk?"

Shao Rencheng looked away from the book, glanced at him coolly, and said, "I bought it."

"I know." Shen Ting said, "I'm asking, why did you put a desk in the room? Don't you have a study room when you work?"

Shao Rencheng didn't look up, and his voice became colder, "I will work here from now on."

Shen Ting closed the door and walked in, looking at this set of ivory white solid wood tables and chairs full of youthful atmosphere that obviously did not match the overall tone of the bedroom, his eyes and the corners of his mouth gradually curved into nice arcs, "Then can I use it?"

Shao Rencheng snorted, "Use it if you want."

Shen Ting finally laughed, "Thank you, Brother Ren Cheng."