"I've been let stay in the airport project department, and I haven't been allowed to hold real power, how can you let me get results? Maxima also has to have Bole lead it to a wide enough track, let go of the reins, and let it gallop to see its foot strength? What is the point of always being locked in a circle with ordinary animals, except for letting it die of depression in obscurity?" Chen Gong turned his head and asked lightly.

"Now you tell me, what do you think is the best fit for you to work in that department?" A-Ying asked.

"Do I think it's useful?" asked Chen Gong with a wry smile.

"You name it, I can talk to my uncle. A-Ying replied.

"I want to be the general manager of the head office, is it okay?" asked Chen Gong.

"Your request is too high, it's useless for me to beg my uncle. A-Ying replied.

"At the very least, be a vice president, or an assistant to the president. Chen Gong hesitated and said.

"The possibility of being an assistant to the president is very small, at this stage, the company has not yet found a suitable candidate for the president, and it has always been the uncle who is part-time. But I'll give my uncle advice. I think it's more likely that you will be asked to become a deputy general manager at the head office. A-Ying said.

"Okay, that's hard work for you. Do you have anything else to talk about? It's better to talk about it all at once. Chen Gong said lightly.

"What do you want me to do so that you can be happy?" asked A-Ying softly.

"Well, I guess it works? You can't do it. Chen Gong said impatiently.

"You can tell me that I will do my best to do other things besides helping you pass on the lineage. A-Ying choked up, and a few tears fell out of her eyes again.

Chen Gong put his hands on the dining table, crossed his ten fingers together, slowly raised them, rubbed his temples with two thumbs, lowered his head and said slowly: "Actually, it's very simple, either you go home to be a good wife and mother, or you go to work in the head office." In fact, the whole company knows that the reason why the position of the company's president has always been held by the uncle is not because you can't find a suitable candidate, but because you keep it. Since you can't be idle, you might as well go to work in the company and become the president. Not only did you fulfill your uncle's wish, but also warmed up in advance for you to take over your uncle's position as chairman in the future. ”

"Do you have any other requirements?" asked A-Ying with a faint smile.

"No, didn't you say it yourself? You can't do some of the demands, so what's the point of me saying it? If you don't have anything to talk about, I'll go upstairs and rest. It's been so hard lately, I need to make up for it. Dinner later, you can eat first, I will sleep until I wake up naturally. After Chen Gong finished speaking, he stood up immediately, and immediately turned around, he was just about to step his legs, and the pain in his stomach made him gasp.

He instinctively raised his hands to cover his stomach, and felt that A-Ying was looking at him, he made a stretching movement and deliberately yawned. In fact, he bared his teeth and endured the pain, and staggered towards the staircase.

A-Ying looked at Chen Gong's slightly hunched back with a melancholy and helpless face, and sighed deeply.

At six o'clock in the afternoon, Ah Ying put the freshly cooked pork rib soup and the freshly fried fried beef with green onions into the insulated box, and then adjusted the rice cooker to the insulated state, and finally cleaned the kitchen, took off the gloves and bib, hung them on the hook, walked to the living room sofa and sat down, took out a pen and paper from the drawer under the coffee table to leave a message to Chen Gong:

Ah Xin, the meals are ready, put them in the kitchen to keep warm, and you can eat them yourself when you wake up. Today is my uncle's birthday, and I want to rush home to celebrate his birthday.

I will definitely think about your request seriously, and I will tell you when I think about it. As for your work arrangement, I will talk to my uncle and let you know when I have the results.

A-Ying.

She put the written letter on the coffee table, pressed it with the remote control of the TV, put the pen and paper back in the drawer, and then got up and walked up to the second floor to change clothes in her room.

Ten minutes later, she went downstairs and walked out of the living room, turned around and glanced at the third floor, before gently closing the security door, opening her umbrella and walking towards the Mercedes-Benz parked at the gate of the courtyard.

A-Ying got into the car, closed the door, and the Mercedes-Benz started up and drove slowly towards the entrance of the village.

At this time, the lights on the third floor suddenly turned on, and with the sound of opening and closing the door, Chen Gong, who was wearing a set of white pajamas, covered his stomach with his hands, hurriedly walked downstairs, and walked straight to the kitchen.

He turned on the rice cooker, filled a bowl full of rice, took out the vegetables and soup in the insulated box, brought them all to the table, and devoured them alone.

In less than twenty minutes, he was full, ignoring the leftovers and chopsticks on the dining table, wiping his mouth with a tissue, and burping to the living room. He came to the sofa and sat down, grabbed the remote control on the coffee table and turned on the TV, without even looking at the letter lying on the coffee table, and lazily half lying on the sofa to watch TV.

At this time, in the hospital, Ning Hao had already returned to Lu Yao's ward and was having dinner with Fang Fang.

At around 4 o'clock in the afternoon, Ning Hao led Officer Wang and another policeman to the hospital to investigate, confirmed that the injuries on Lu Yao's body were not caused by external forces and did not belong to the injury case, and agreed to Ning Hao's application for cancellation of the case. After both Ning Hao and Fang Fang signed the interrogation transcript, Officer Wang and his colleagues left the hospital.

When their meal was almost over, Ning Hao raised his head and glanced at Lu Yao lying on the hospital bed, he was dumbfounded. The lunch box in my hand and the chopsticks fell on the simple table, and the food wrapped in my mouth began to fall down.

"Ahh······h After Ning Hao swallowed the food in his mouth, he jumped up suddenly, walked to the side of the hospital bed in a few steps, and shouted excitedly: "Lu Yao, are you awake? Can you see me? Ah? What are you talking about? Are you dumb? Fang Fang, go and call the doctor, Lu Yao has opened his eyes!"

"Hey!" Fang Fang replied excitedly and apprehensively, immediately put down the lunch box and chopsticks, and ran out to the door.

"Dude, you've woken up, are you hungry? You haven't eaten for more than a week, you must be hungry! What do you want to eat? Say, I'll buy it for you right away!" Ning Hao said anxiously.

"Water, water······" Lu Yao opened his mouth and said intermittently like a mosquito.

"Hey, wait, it's going to be right away, buddy, you're finally talking, I'm relieved. As long as you can eat and drink, in a few days, you'll be running around alive again. Ning Hao said happily while pouring warm boiled water.

Five minutes later, the doctor entered the ward and saw Ning Hao feeding Lu Yao warm boiled water with a spoon, and he said, "At first, drink water slowly, and the water temperature should be appropriate." "Baidu's latest chapter of "Distant Dream Seeking Literature" is free to read for the first time.