The rain outside became heavier and heavier, and in less than half an hour, puddles formed in the low-lying areas of the ground, Fang Zhihe put the lit cigarette in his mouth and took a hard puff, and then, spit it out again, and for a while the thick and thick smoke slowly rose to the top of his head, and spread as it rose, and finally disappeared completely.

After a long time, Fang Zhihe extinguished the cigarette in his hand, got up and came to the second floor, he first changed into a set of clean clothes, and then strode out of the new city villa.

After about twenty minutes, he walked in again with a packed xiaolongbao, tea eggs, and tofu soup, and he looked up at the door of the bedroom on the first floor, sighed lightly, put breakfast on the table, and then stepped out again.

Half an hour later, he pushed open the door of the general manager of Dongsheng Group, and as soon as he entered the door, he saw the lunch boxes and documents on the desk.

"Yan Jin, come on!" Fang Zhihe stretched out his hand and pressed the office phone in front of him and said.

"Yes!" After a while, there was a sound of slamming at the door.

"Come in!" Fang Zhihe said lazily and closed his eyes.

"Mr. Fang, what are your orders?" Yan Jin, who was outside the door, heard the response, quickly walked in front of Fang Zhihe, and asked softly.

"Put these things away!" Fang Zhihe opened his eyes slightly, picked his chin lightly, and pointed to the breakfast on the table: "You don't need to bring it in the future." ”

"Well, okay. Yan Jin responded, bent down to clean up the lunch box on the table, and inadvertently found a few scratches hidden on Fang Zhihe's neckline, so he blurted out: "Mr. Fang!"

"Huh?"

"Oh...... It's okay, just ask if you really don't eat it?" Yan Jin realized that he was out of shape, and immediately prevaricated.

"Hmm!" Fang Zhihe replied in four tones and closed his eyes again.

Yan Jin finished packing the lunch box and walked out of the general manager's office, she recalled a little, turned around and walked towards the driver's lounge, when she was about to reach the door, she deliberately slowed her steps, moved towards the door little by little, and then stretched out her hand and pushed the door open.

There was a thick smoke inside the door, and several people sat around in various postures in the smoke, and after hearing the movement, they each dropped the poker in their hands and stood up from their seats in a panic.

"Assistant Yan!" Ma Shuai, who was standing at the front, shouted first.

"Assistant Yan! Assistant Yan!" After that, several people also shouted with Ma Shuai.

"Gather people to gamble in the company, right?" Yan Jin's sharp gaze swept over the decadent drivers one by one, and then raised his voice and said, "Let me go out and see the ten prohibitions on the wall!"

As soon as the words fell, the air in the entire driver's cab immediately condensed, and even the smoke did not dare to disperse, and several people buried their heads very low, for fear of provoking the wrong people.

"Didn't you hear me?" Yan Jin's tone was even more stern than before, and several drivers on the opposite side were so frightened that they all rushed to the door.

"Ma Shuai stays!"

Ma Shuai was stunned, quickly withdrew his right foot, turned around and walked in front of Yan Jin, lowered his head and called out in a humble voice: "Assistant Yan!"

Yan Jin glanced at him coldly, glanced at the door, Ma Shuai was the most sophisticated on weekdays, and knew at a glance that Yan Jin was signaling him to close the door, so he immediately ran over to cover the door, and then returned to his original position.