The two of them were in a good mood until they returned to the room.
After washing, Wang Qianqian stood in the center of the house and looked around. The room reserved by Du Jun was quite large, but there was only one bed.
With a man and a woman living alone in the same room, as well as the relationship between a male boss and a female subordinate, Wang Qianqian felt that even the air was filled with the smell of embarrassment.
Looking at what Manager Lin called tidying up, he probably just put two extra quilts.
The last two times we slept together were while we were unconscious. We must not make any mistakes tonight.
Fortunately, the sofa is long and wide enough.
The sound of running water came from the bathroom. To avoid embarrassment, Wang Qianqian sat at the desk and opened her notebook, pretending to be busy.
After Du Jun washed up, he opened the closet, took the ironing board, and ironed his white shirt.
Wang Qianqian looked at him curiously, "Master Du, can you still wash your own clothes?"
Du Jun looked unusual and strange, "Is it strange? When I was studying abroad, I always took care of myself. It's better to wash my shirts by hand."
The movements were quite skillful. It didn't take long to iron the white shirt straight and get a hanger in the closet to hang it up.
Wang Qianqian crossed her arms and watched the excitement curiously.
It turns out that the young master from a wealthy family really knows how to do housework. How refreshing!
After hanging up the clothes, he went into the bathroom and took a white shirt and put it on the ironing board. This one was obviously much larger than the one just now.
No, Wang Qianqian walked to the closet and took another look, only to realize that this was clearly her own shirt!
It almost exploded on the spot!
"Why are you helping me wash my clothes?" His voice was trembling, and he didn't know whether he was shocked or angry.
Du Jun was busy with his hands, without raising his head, and his tone was very natural, "It's easy!"
Wang Qianqian suddenly had an ominous premonition in her heart, and immediately rushed to the bathroom, "Mom!"
Sure enough, her little panties were lying in the small clothes dryer!
Wang Qianqian covered her face with her hands, and in her heart ten thousand grass and mud horses were running wildly!
Since she was six years old, she has washed her underwear by herself, and her mother has never helped her!
Help! Who wants you to be nosy? Is this hand too smooth?
The CEO of a dignified company is pretending to be a snail boy?
I'm going to sue you for violating personal privacy!
I rolled up my sleeves several times and wanted to rush out and scold him, but he obviously had good intentions!
The doorbell rang, Du Jun ran to open the door, and soon a voice came, "Qianbao, you're out for a late-night snack!"
Wang Qianqian waited for another five minutes before she had the courage to step out of the bathroom. Even though she had prepared herself mentally, her face was still burning.
After all, this was the first time in her life that an outsider washed her panties, and it was a man!
Fortunately, Du Jun was busy spreading the quilt on the sofa and didn't bother to look at her. He just listened to what he said, "The front desk of the hotel said that the kitchen will prepare red date porridge for them as a midnight snack tonight. I thought you might like it, so... Ask them to bring a bowl over. Try it!"
Wang Qianqian moved to the desk, swallowed a few mouthfuls of food and put it down.
Du Jun was looking for pillows in the closet when Wang Qianqian walked to the sofa and dove into the quilt.
It wasn't until the whole person was covered in the airtight quilt that the awkwardness faded slightly.
She was confused and didn't know how long she had slept. When Wang Qianqian woke up, she found that she was sleeping on the bed.
In the hazy moonlight, you can see Du Jun curled up on the sofa facing the bed.
Dongfang City is the Crystal Palace Villa that they arrived at for lunch. When Xiaobei and Mo Duoduo saw him, they naturally warmly invited him to have dinner with them.
Dongfang Han had a sullen face as always, and Dongfang City was not surprised.
After dinner, while drinking tea in the living room, Dongfang Cheng handed a document to Dongfang Han in front of the family of three, "Take a look, are you satisfied?"
Last time I promised Dongfang Han that I would give him a satisfactory answer on this matter. After thinking about it for a long time, I finally made up my mind yesterday.
Dongfang Han took the document, and the paper was turned over with a rattle. Within five seconds, he threw it on the coffee table and asked in a calm voice, "What do you mean?"
Give Xiaobei Dongfang a 10% stake in the family business!
How old is Xiaobei?
The company's equity has always been firmly held by Dongfang City, and everyone in the family, including Dongfang Yi, his two sons and grandsons, has not.
Only Xiaobei has it, so doesn’t that make him a target?
Dongfangcheng said slowly, "Listen to my explanation. I have been running this company for more than thirty years. You have shared weal and woe with me, and I will never watch it decline. It's your business if you don't want to get involved. You can't impose your grudges on the next generation, right? I'll let Xiaobei make his own choice."
After saying that, he turned around and asked Xiaobei, "Xiaobei, do you want your great-grandpa to give you a gift?"
Xiaobei was still enjoying dessert after eating, and his eyes lit up when he heard the gift, "Gift? What gift?"
Dongfangcheng lowered his head and coaxed him, "I'll give you a lot of money. You can buy a lot of cakes and a lot of toys. Do you want them?"
Just when Mo Duoduo was about to refuse for him, Dongfangcheng waved her hand to silence her and said to Xiaobei, "Of course, when you grow up, you will have to do a lot of work for this gift. Are you willing?"
"I do! Does that mean I can spend my future salary now?" Xiaobei shook Dongfangcheng's hand, "I do, Grandpa, so that my mother doesn't have to work so hard."
Dongfangcheng said with a smile, "Xiaobei is such a filial child! Then we've settled on it!"
It was one thing that he was optimistic about Xiaobei's qualifications, but more importantly, having Dongfang Han look at Xiaobei was like a layer of insurance.
"Hey!" Dongfang Han turned his head disdainfully, "If you can't use coercion, just induce him! Xiaobei is only five years old, and such a promise has no legal effect."
Dongfangcheng: "I don't care! Anyway, from the beginning of this quarter, I will not lose a penny of the dividends that should be paid. As for how much Xiaobei is willing to do in the future, it depends on his conscience!"
Without giving him a chance to refute, Dongfangcheng continued, "Your father, I asked him to go back to his hometown yesterday to supervise the construction of the ancestral hall. It lasted for six months. During this period, all his cards were stopped and the driver was withdrawn. As you know, he He likes a life of entertainment and entertainment, so for him such a punishment is no different than going to jail!"
Dongfang Han twitched the corner of his mouth and said sarcastically, "You don't have to go out, you can hug people on both sides and enjoy the blessings of everyone. Which prison can be as comfortable as him?"
Dongfangcheng: "Do you think his wife is a fuel-saving lamp? Just wait and see, there will be a good show soon. It is always better for a woman to do some things."
Dongfang Han is still satisfied with this arrangement.
The ancestral home of the Dongfang family is in a small mountain village far away from S city. There is no traffic and sparsely populated areas. Snakes, mosquitoes, ants and insects are enough for him to drink a pot, not to mention that he has no money, no fresh women, and no big fish and meat. He has to let him take off his clothes. No skin!
Dongfang Han went there once when he was a child, but he was quite impressed.
Therefore, nothing more was said.
