After crossing, I became the sweet pastry of the wealthy

Mr. Fu worked for a while, and he was moving around in his seat, as uncomfortable as a thorn in his buttocks.

After thinking about it, he picked up his phone and sent Song Jin'an a WeChat message.

[I want a kiss from my wife! 】

At this time, Grandpa Fu and the others happened to be holding Song Jinan's mobile phone, looking at the request form sent to Song Jinan by the Ministry of Commerce.

I saw a pop-up window pop up at the top, and Fu Chengwang's words appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

"Hey!" Several old people made disgusted voices at the same time, Fu Chengwang, this bastard, turned out to be like this in private!

Song Jin'an was boiling water and was about to iron the teacups, but he didn't see this message, only heard them suddenly yelp.

He raised his head strangely: "What's wrong? Is there something wrong?"

Grandpa Fu handed the phone to Song Jin'an, with a half-smile: "There's nothing wrong with it, it's just that someone sent you a message."

Song Jin'an took it, clicked in and took a look, his little face was immediately stained with pink watercolor.

He raised his head and smiled shyly at the crowd, blushing and replied a kiss to Fu Chengwang.

Fu Chengwang received his wife's kiss, and he was satisfied to reply with a bigger kiss than Song Jin'an's.

Several old people looked at each other, look!How can you behave like this!

The grandpas were all looking at Song Jin'an, he was too embarrassed to continue to look at Fu Cheng any longer, so he sent a sentence to tell him to work hard, and then put down his phone.

Pretending to be nonchalant, he continued to heat the teacup.

After drinking for a while, Song Jin'an was going to the study to draw, and this link was also the favorite of the old men.

They all followed Song Jinan like a group of little followers, sitting in rows on benches and watching Song Jinan draw.

Grandpa Du said: "After seeing Xiaoan's paintings, sometimes I don't want to paint anymore."

Song Jin'an dipped some ink, and said with a smile, "Grandpa Du is a shame."

"How could it be? It's not that I feel that I'm not as skilled as others and I've been hit. It's just that watching you paint is a kind of peace and tranquility. I want to enjoy this kind of time and don't want to move anymore." Grandpa Du lazily leaned on the On the back of the chair, he is so chic.

One person answered: "Yes, I also feel that watching Xiao An draw and write, there is an indescribable sense of decompression, very comfortable."

"Isn't it? It's much more decompressive than fishing."

"That's right, if you get angry after fishing for half a day and don't catch one, that's not self-cultivation."

Song Jin'an listened to their chat while painting, and couldn't help laughing.

What a bunch of treasures.As the saying goes, an old family is like a treasure.

He doesn't just have one treasure, it's surrounded by treasures!

"I'll give each of you one for the Chinese New Year this year. What do you want?" Although there were a little more people, Song Jin'an always drew very quickly, so he didn't worry about not being able to finish.

I have known Song Jinan for more than half a year, and of course these old men know Song Jinan's skills.

Immediately, he came over politely and said what kind of painting he wanted.

Grandpa Fu sat firmly on the teacher's chair, as motionless as a mountain.

As Song Jin'an's closest elder, he didn't have to rush forward to ask for paintings so excitedly like these old guys.

As long as he sits there, his good grandson-in-law will take the initiative to bring it to him.

So he had to put on airs and not argue with those old guys.But his eyes kept looking there, thinking when Song Jin'an would notice him, and offered to paint for him.

After waiting for a while, a few old guys were still chattering, Grandpa Fu was in a hurry, if this continues, he'd better take the initiative to talk!

Waiting left and right, finally what was said over there was almost the same, Song Jinan lived up to his expectations, and took the initiative to say: "Grandpa, you said you like koi before, so this time I will draw you a koi in a lotus pond." ?"

Grandpa Fu was ecstatic, and without thinking, he said, "Okay! You can draw anything, I like it."

So Song Jin'an had a lot of extra work, which made Mr. Fu depressed for a while after he wanted to exercise with his wife Jiang Jiang Niang Niang every night, but was always rejected.

Almost got angry.

In the evening Song Jin'an fulfilled his promise to pick up Fu Chengwang from get off work.

Although Mr. Fu wanted to have dinner with his wife urgently, work was equally important.

And it was the end of the year, and there was too much work accumulated, so Song Jin'an had to wait for him to work overtime.

It didn't matter to Song Jin'an, anyway, he had to eat breakfast and dinner, and he could eat more later.

It's just that he feels sorry for Fu Chengwang who always works so hard, sits in front of the computer all day without moving his floor, and has to rely on coffee to continue his life.

He stood up and went to find the secretary's sister.

Because cici wants to whiten, so I bought a lot of lemons and put them in the office, the kind to eat raw!

Last time Song Jin'an tasted a small piece out of curiosity and almost sent himself away.

But the lemon mint water will not be too sour, and it is cold now, drinking it is definitely refreshing.

He put all the things on the table, watching everyone busy at work, and now they are still working overtime when they get off work for dinner, it's so hard.

Just for the [-] to [-] wages!

Alas, unlike him, if you go out for a walk and paint a few paintings, you can earn millions.

Song Jin'an pursed his lips that were about to turn up. He seems to be making a lot of money recently!

Forget it, after all, they are all his husband's employees, so prepare a cup for them too.

Xiao Suizui was singing, but he couldn't make out what he was singing, it was ugly anyway, Song Jin'an glanced at him with a smile, and then looked at the assistant Zhan who was working hard.

"Why, are you also accompanying your husband on official business?"

The broken singing of the little broken mouth stopped, and it squinted its eyes and flew to Song Jin'an's shoulder, and whispered: "Can I marry him? After all, there is a difference between monsters, let alone a human with fishy lips and my uncle. Where's the smart bird?"

Song Jin'an was not surprised by Xiao Suizui's words at all. After all, he raised Xiao Suizui, so he naturally knew that Xiao Suizui was different from ordinary birds. He was often smarter and more like a human being.

He said: "As long as Assistant Zhan is willing to marry you, it's fine. But, I'm afraid that when the time comes, he will send a short-lived bird to someone with white hair."

Xiao Suizui stretched his neck and said, "No! Don't worry!"