President, he pretends to be poor every day

Shu Luocheng shook his head, picked up the brewed coffee on the table, took a sip, and said, "No need, it's just a family gathering, you go back after get off work and spend some time with your husband and son, you have worked hard these few months .”

Secretary Lin has a hot body and can speak well. She looks like an older, unmarried business woman. In fact, she has been married for five years and her children are three years old. Her husband is a talented student from Peking University, and she is a talented girl from Tsinghua University. However, since Secretary Lin applied for the post of Shu Luocheng's secretary, she has little time to take care of the family. A woman is busy dealing with all kinds of people who try to criticize her every day, and she has no complaints. Also a little guilty.

Secretary Lin waved his hands and smiled and said, "My son traveled to Hawaii with my husband a few days ago. I just finished the video call today. It's okay. I'll accompany you to the reception tonight."

Shu Luocheng thought for a while, then nodded, "Okay, then you can follow."

……

After half an hour.

Shu Luocheng has already changed into a well-tailored black suit, a blue and white striped tie, famous leather shoes, and a faint scent of perfume. Just standing in the elevator can create an invisible pressure and sense of urgency.

"What time is it?" Shu Luocheng hadn't dressed so formally for a long time, and the tie made him a little uncomfortable. He stretched out his hand to hook the neckline and pulled it down a little before feeling much better.

Secretary Lin wore a uniform black professional attire and walked behind Shu Luocheng with a briefcase, and looked at the time on the phone, "Six fifty-seven."

"Well, it's still early."

There is a rule in the Shu family. You must be there on time for family gatherings, and you are absolutely not allowed to be late. This is set by Shu Jianguo's old man who has severe obsessive-compulsive disorder. Whoever is late will be screwed.

The agreed private room is in the supreme luxury large private room at the end of the corridor on the third floor of the hotel. Its area is equivalent to a medium-sized banquet hall, suitable for wedding banquets and some receptions.

Shu Luocheng stepped on his shiny leather shoes and approached the door of the concealed European-style private room, and was about to open the door to enter, when the mobile phone that was forgotten in his trouser pocket suddenly vibrated, it was a number without notes.

"Hello?" Shu Luocheng walked a little to the side and connected.

"Little friend, how do you use your washing machine?" Qi Zhengchuan's anxious voice came from the other end of the phone, almost breaking down.

Shu Luocheng didn't react for a while, "Ah?" He said, and after a few seconds, he immediately realized a terrible thing. The knuckles of his hand holding the phone turned white, and he asked, "You mean you are at my house now do the laundry?"

"No, I'm washing the curtains." Qi Zhengchuan replied immediately, and from time to time he would say "Huh!" in disgust, as if he was fighting something.

"What are you doing? What kind of curtains are you washing?" Shu Luocheng heard someone's very strange voice, and began to worry about his small rented house, and wanted to ask him if there was anything wrong.

"I saw a piece of dirt on the top, so I wanted to take it off and wash it...Let's not talk about that, how do you use your washing machine?" Qi Zhengchuan said anxiously.

"Put it in the washing machine and follow the steps above to wait for it to finish washing." Shu Luocheng frowned, suddenly feeling ominous.

"I followed the above steps, but why did the more I wash it, the more bubbles I got? A lot of them flowed onto the floor..." Qi Zhengchuan's already broken voice came.

Hearing this, Shu Luocheng's face turned dark.

"What the hell are you doing at my house!?"

"What should I do now? There are more and more bubbles, and the lid can no longer stop them, hey! It's so disgusting!" Qi Zhengchuan said incoherently to Shu Luocheng while stamping his feet away from the sticky bubbles.

"..." Shu Luocheng was so angry with Qi Zhengchuan that he even forgot where he was, and leaned against the wall and said word by word: "Tell me your operation process completely."

"This still needs to be operated? Isn't it just to put the curtains, pour the laundry detergent and start it?" Qi Zhengchuan looked at the bubbling water and the rumbling sound of the washing machine, which made his scalp tingle. What the hell is wrong.

The process is right.

Shu Luocheng was also a little confused for a moment, could it be that his washing machine is broken?

"Wait... how much laundry detergent did you pour?" Shu Luocheng asked him as calmly as possible.

Hearing his question, Qi Zhengchuan felt "thump!", and looked guiltyly at the blue laundry detergent bottle that he casually threw aside not far away, and it was already empty.

He whispered, "The remaining half is poured in."

Shu Luocheng: "..."

Hearing this, he really didn't feel any sympathy for Qi Zhengchuan, an old bastard.

Shu Luocheng took a deep breath and frowned.

It was a large bottle that he had just bought and hadn't used a few times!

This old bastard poured it all in!

"Are you fucking using my house to practice your hand?" Shu Luocheng gritted his teeth and wished he could immediately drag Qi Zhengchuan over and beat him up. He was in a bad mood.

Shu Luocheng really can't believe what his house has become now, if it continues like this, the bubble water will probably cross the threshold of the balcony and spill into the hall and bedroom, the more he thinks about it, the more headache he gets.

"You just stand by the side obediently and wait for him to finish washing, then take it out to dry."

Shu Luocheng tried his best to suppress the anger in his heart and told the microphone word by word.

"How long will it take to wash?" Qi Zhengchuan asked with a headache after thinking about the process just now.

"do not know."

Shu Luocheng's tone was terribly cold.

There was silence on the other side of the phone. It was obvious that Qi Zhengchuan, a [-]th-level housework cripple, had been shocked by Shu Luocheng's irresponsible words.

And Shu Luocheng didn't intend to let him go just like that, and said: "Also, don't go into the room after washing, take a mop to clean up all the bubble water on the balcony, and then go in after washing your feet, otherwise you will be in the room." Sometimes it’s not just the balcony floor that needs to be mopped.”

Speaking of this, Shu Luocheng hesitated again, and asked, "Do you know where my mop is?"

Qi Zhengchuan's feet were completely soaked in the sticky bubble water, and he didn't care whether it was sticky or not. He sat down on the balcony threshold, leaned against the frame of the French window, closed his eyes, and sighed.

"know."

"That's good." Shu Luocheng patted his chest, thought of something, and continued to add: "After the curtains are washed, take them out to dry quickly, and hang them back as they are after they are dry, or you will be finished."

"..."

After finishing the call, Qi Zhengchuan looked at the buzzing washing machine, stood up and walked over, without even thinking about pressing the off button.

He opened the cover, stuffed the phone into his butt pocket, reached into the washing machine with both hands, fished out the bubble-filled curtain, and threw it into the trash can next to it without hesitation.