After crossing, I became the sweet pastry of the wealthy

The next day, Zhan Shuo, Xiao Suizui, Cici, Yu'er, and all the staff from the secretarial department came to pay New Year's greetings early in the morning.

Song Jin'an was still sleeping on the bed, and Fu Chengwang entertained him alone, even if it was a festive day like the Chinese New Year, he had no expression on his face.

"Keep your voice down, An'an is still sleeping."

"Hey——" a group of people uttered disgusted voices in unison. It's the Chinese New Year, and the president is so inhumane that he won't give his wife a vacation.

Fu Chengwang's eyes were fixed: "You are very courageous, aren't you?"

He couldn't imagine why these secretaries are so lawless now, knowing that Song Jin'an is there to escort them, so they have nothing to fear, right?

Everyone kept silent, now that Madam is not here, they should play it safe.

When Song Jinan went downstairs, the secretaries were already busy in the kitchen.

It's also strange that when guests come to pay New Year's greetings, they have to cook for the host.Who made one in this family the boss and the other the big guy's palm treasure?

When Song Jin'an walked into the kitchen, he heard a secretary say to Annan, "It's fine, that's all. Anyway, my wife wants to eat the most nutritious and delicious food, so the boss can do whatever he wants."

Song Jin'an:? ?

Does your boss know that you are so heartless?He snickered and left without making a sound, which didn't affect them from complaining about the boss behind their backs.

When he left, he heard a sentence in his ear: "Oh, it's better to be madam, I don't even want to give me the phone bill like the boss."

Song Jin'an ran to the study to find Fu Chengwang, wanting to ask what he did to the secretaries and sisters, all of them disliked him so much.

Fu Chengwang thought about it for a while: "It's nothing, it's just a little strict, or often working overtime."

Then Song Jin'an would know that, he probably has the face of Hades all day long, he doesn't look good to anyone, he is also very rigid and inhuman, he will be scolded for even a small mistake.

In fact, he had also seen Fu Chengwang scold those managers with a dark face several times, but fortunately, Fu Chengwang never treated him like this.

Um?It seems to have happened before, when I was angry, my face turned black like a ghost.

Song Jin'an smiled and went to find Xiao Suizui, who flapped his wings and whispered small things in Song Jin'an's ear, and Song Jin'an was dumbfounded.

"Today is not suitable, let's talk alone next time." The others came out of the kitchen, one person and one bird separated immediately, their little hearts were beating wildly.

After eating, Fu Chengwang contracted to wash the dishes. The most important thing was to show his wife that he was a hardworking man and a good man worth entrusting for life.

The secretaries and assistants of the exhibition also agreed to leave, Xiao Suizui murmured a few auspicious words in Song Jin'an's ear, and left without hesitation.

"Tsk tsk, it's too big to stay." Song Jin'an shook his head with emotion.He began to worry, how to get this ID card?

Fu Chengwang frowned, a son like Xiao Suizui?That is farewell, he is afraid that he will live in noise every day and die young.

This year, Fu Chengwang pushed away all the other people who wanted to come to pay New Year's greetings, and only wanted to live a two-person world with Song Jin'an.

After all, I am usually so busy at work, so there are too few opportunities to hug and watch dramas and chat together every day.

Until the fifth day of the new year, a group of old men came to the door, breaking Mr. Fu's peaceful life.

Dozens of people were terribly noisy, especially his grandpa's loud voice.

Fu Zongsheng hid in the study without love, let's work, and be a person who has no desires and desires for the time being.

Day by day, all over the country began to return to work one after another, and Fu Chengwang became busy again.

During the holiday, both Yang Xunli and Xiang Heduan called to invite him out for dinner, but Song Jin'an both refused. Recently, Fu Chengwang was really clingy, and he didn't really want to go out, he was so cold that he panicked.

Zhang Sichen also called several times, asking him to have dinner and chat about music. Song Jin'an politely refused. He didn't know about the first two people, but he felt that Fu Chengwang was very resistant, but he just said it was not obvious.

But Teacher Zhang, Fu Chengwang's hostility is too obvious, he can't go, otherwise Fu Chengwang will be unhappy.

Zhang Sichen was rejected many times, and his face became more and more ugly.

He looked down at the piano keys, his fingers trembling, and the sound of the piano was messy, and it could even be said to be very harsh.

His inspiration doesn't want to approach him anymore...

He sat in the piano room with a video of Song Jinan playing the piano in front of him.

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"I'll bring it to you on the weekend." Song Jin'an hung up the phone, and Fu Chengwang looked up.

"What picture did you ask you to draw again?" Because Song Jin'an's traditional Chinese painting exhibition series was too brilliant last time, it was hyped by the Propaganda Office.During the few days of Chinese New Year, Song Jin'an's paintings can be seen on all major platforms until now.

Song Jin'an dipped his ink: "Drawing Chang'e...eating Lantern Festival..."

Fu Chengwang: These people are getting more and more outrageous.

It took five days to draw this picture of human height.

On Saturday, he took the painting to Grandpa Du's studio.Grandpa Du is an expert, so Song Jin'an took it to check for him to see if there was anything inappropriate.If not, just ask Grandpa Du to hand it in for him.

As soon as he got off the car at the door of Grandpa Du's studio, he saw two people arguing.

A man in Tang suit was arguing with a handsome young boy.

Song Jin'an didn't want to be nosy, passed by both sides of him, and heard the boy say: "Please let me show Master Du the painting, just take a look!"

The middle-aged man in Tang suit scolded: "Not everyone's paintings can be shown to the master! What level do you think you are? Get out!"

Song Jin'an took a look, the boy looked a little younger than him.

The man in Tang suit noticed Song Jin'an, and greeted him with a smile: "Teacher Song is here."

Song Jin'an nodded, and entered the room without saying a word.

The boy only had time to catch a silhouette of his back.

I thought it was just a little episode that didn't have to be taken seriously.But unexpectedly, after Song Jin'an came out, he saw that boy again.

Now the weather is still cold, the man sat on the steps with a painting in his arms, tears streaming down his face.

Song Jin'an frowned, and was about to walk over, when he saw the half-opened painting in his hand.