"Also, Lin Tezhu, did you talk too much when you went to Huabang in the afternoon?" Wen Jinmo leaned back slightly, leaned back on the chaise longue, put one hand on the rosewood desk, and gently tapped the table one by one, and the sound was particularly clear. He looked like he was smiling.

This question made Lin Tezhu feel shocked: "Mr. Wen, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have told the young lady that you didn't sleep all night yesterday." ”

I knew that the young lady revealed the news so quickly, and he didn't dare to say anything more, now it's over, looking at the boss like this, it is estimated that he will be deducted from his salary, demoted, or directly fired. How could he die so badly.

"What else?"

"And ...... And you didn't ...... much Eating"

"Did you get your bonus this month?" Wen Jinmo didn't answer, but changed his voice to another topic.

"Ah, Mr. Wen, my family depends on my salary, if you deduct it for me, my wife can't spare me, and I will definitely have to kneel on the washboard when I go back, boss, you ......" Lin Tezhu now hates himself with a broken mouth, and he thinks he is smart, so it's okay now, right?

"What are you anxious about, I mean if it hasn't been paid yet, I plan to ask the finance department to give you a salary increase, along with the bonus."

"Ah, really? Thank you, Mr. Wen, you are so ......"

Wen Jinmo also roughly knew that he was going to say some flattering words, so he spoke: "Okay, okay, don't say anything polite to me, but, your status at home is so low, do you still have to kneel on the washboard?"

Lin Tezhu seems to be a very tough person in the company, is this what he looks like when he comes home?

"That's not true, I occasionally joke with my wife, that is, when I make her angry, I pretend to kneel and make her happy."

"Hmm." Wen Jinmo suddenly said with a straight face: "You go out first, I still have something to do." ”

"Okay."

After Lin Tezhu went out, he wondered in his heart, why can kneeling on the washboard make people happy? Doesn't it look humiliating?

Does it really work, though?

……

At half past five in the afternoon, Wen Jinmo processed the documents in her hand and dialed her number.

"Hey." Xia Weiliang was a little nervous, did he call her now to talk about dinner, or to tell her that he was not available again?

"There is a restaurant near Wen's, you can wait downstairs in my company now." A clear and light voice, not mixed with the slightest superfluous emotion, is simply a statement of fact.

"Okay."

When she drove to Wen's neighborhood, she sent a text message telling him that she had arrived.

Unexpectedly, Wen Jinmo actually said: I have a temporary meeting, and I have to be busy until more than seven o'clock, so let her wait in place.

……

Wen Jinmo looked at the words she sent on the phone screen, what was condensed in her deep eyes, if she went to see her too early, would it make her feel that she couldn't wait?

He should pretend that he is very busy now, and he doesn't care about the dinner you invite at all, and he agrees purely casually, I am very reluctant to have time to eat this meal.

……

Xia Weiliang sat in the car for a while, feeling a little bored, and was about to get out of the car and take a walk, when an old lady in ragged clothes suddenly came over and knocked on the window.

After lowering the window, the old lady's hoarse voice came: "Girl, where is this?" ”

"Downtown Street." Although Xia Weiliang was a little puzzled, he still replied gently.

"Ah, why haven't I heard of it, my house is from Tianqing Street, so how can I go back?" The old lady's expression was a little confused, even a little frightened.

Tianqing Street? It's about two miles away, not very far, but the old lady doesn't seem to know the way.