Obviously it was the manager of the dessert shop who made the first move

Lin Weiwei looked at the window and found that it was empty, with only simple potted flowers and plants.

Hey, it wasn't like this yesterday, Lin Weiwei frowned suspiciously, and looked at Liu Lu inquiringly.

Is it really a coincidence that the book is passive?
Liu Lu said goodbye to the customer with a smile, rubbed her stiff face, raised her head and met Lin Weiwei's gaze, flustered, and subconsciously curled the corners of her mouth.

Too bad, she won't be discovered, this time her purpose is too obvious.

She kicked Lin Weiwei away as soon as possible before she was revealed, and she couldn't delay.

Lin Weiwei smiled back and looked at the bookshelf again, looking thoughtful.

After Zhang Baobao looked at it, his suspicion was like a rising tide, and he had no place to hide his thoughts. He said with certainty: "Liu Lu keeps smiling, but her eyes don't seem to be smiling. Such a smiley face must be."

Lin Weiwei was very upset, was she hated on the first day they met?

Baobao is innocent and innocent, it is impossible to lie to her.

Lin Weiwei remained silent. The arrows were all pointing at Liu Xia. She couldn't figure it out. It was as if a white mist was covering her eyes, making it hard to tell the truth from the fake.

"Forget it, I'll pay attention." Lin Weiwei was already tired after a busy day, and now his arms were sore, he couldn't hold it anymore, and he leaned on the sofa weakly.

Seeing that she didn't take it seriously, Zhang Baobao didn't say much, and looked around and said, "Where did uncle go, and he hasn't come back after all this noise."

Aunt is tired, please show up quickly, uncle, it's time to show your masculinity.

"Ji Mingyou is on the second floor. It seems that something has happened." Lin Weiwei said weakly.

Ji Mingyou hurried upstairs after answering the phone call, and didn't come down for so long.

"Let's go check it out, Auntie, take a break first." After Zhang Baobao knew about it, he planned to beat his not-so-smart uncle.

Zhang Baobao tiptoed up to the second floor, carefully leaned against the corner, and moved forward slowly.

Ji Mingyou is working remotely, holding a meeting, finalizing the plans for the latest quarter, and listening to his subordinates' reports intently.

Zhang Baobao leaned forward, stood on tiptoes, and approached.

Ji Mingyou found him, took off the earphones, signaled to wait a moment, and stood up from the chair: "Baobao, I'm in a meeting, I'll accompany you later, you go to Lin Weiwei to play first."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Baobao pushed him angrily, took off his little hat, and accused him: "My aunt was almost crushed by the bookshelf just now, but fortunately Baobao saw it. Now that my aunt is tired, you should send her home."

Trying to dismiss him so quickly, there is no way.

"What? Lin Weiwei wasn't injured, right? Why did you move the bookshelf?" Ji Mingyou rubbed his forehead, his eyes worried, he put down the documents he was flipping through, and raised his feet to check.

She is a monkey, she insists on jumping up and down, the weight of the bookshelf is not small, it is not a minor injury if it is pressed down.

"Not yet, but my aunt is so tired, she just lay on the sofa and couldn't get up." Zhang Baobao told all the things, imitating Lin Weiwei, lying on the ground directly, constantly hinting.

Ji Mingyou didn't turn off the microphone, and his subordinates heard all the conversation verbatim, and were speechless in shock.

Their Ji Zong is used to being free, only mastering big data, and most of the rest is handed over to the manager. Most of them work remotely, and it is difficult to see each other.
They didn't even know when President Ji got married, it seemed to be a woman named Lin Weiwei.

Ji Mingyou thought about it, and when he saw the call, he naturally picked it up and put it next to his ear.

"Ji Ming, you didn't turn off the microphone, be careful." Tang Yun's gentle voice sounded, mixed with surprise and doubt, as if something was stuck in his throat, and he didn't speak for a long time.

He and Ji Mingyou have been playing together since they were young, so they naturally got to know each other, and they didn't hear any news about Ji Mingyou's marriage, but the date turned out to be Lin Weiwei.

Ji Mingyou's eyes were indifferent, and he hummed lightly, as if he didn't care, and said in a deep voice: "I'll explain to you later, let's end the meeting first, and follow the final plan."

"Okay, I'll give you feedback later." Tang Yun replied, and began to wonder about Lin Weiwei, who had never met before, and what kind of girl it was that could make the rigorous Ji Mingyou stop working.

Ji Mingyou hung up the phone, put on his coat, and walked out.

"Uncle, you finally got the hang of it." Zhang Baobao stepped forward and followed behind, bluffing excitedly.

"You too, send the two of you back, don't trouble me." Ji Mingyou took out the car keys, pointed at him and said firmly.

"Okay, take me back first, I'm in a hurry to go home." Zhang Baobao nodded uncharacteristically, and ran down immediately.

He can watch cartoons when he comes home early, but he doesn't want to be a small light bulb.

Ji Mingyou walked downstairs slowly, grabbed Zhang Baobao, rubbed his little face and said, "Then I'll see you off first, and you can't talk nonsense when you get home."

Seeing Ji Mingyou holding the car keys, Liu Lu straightened her hair, and took the initiative to talk to him, "Is Boss Ji going to send the bag back?"

"Yes, uncle is going to send aunt and Baobao home." Zhang Baobao saw her sticking up, remembered when Liu Lu stopped him, and retreated in disgust.

Liu Lu showed embarrassment, and withdrew his hand that he wanted to show good intentions, with anger flashing across his eyes, and blocked him: "It's not time to get off work, Lin Weiwei wants to go back early?"

"She's tired and hurt again, let her go back first." Hearing this, Ji Mingyou became worried, and strode away after speaking.

Why only leave her back?
Liu Lu's eyes were sore, she twisted her sleeves, and looked at the two of them jealously, if only she was the one cared about.

Lin Weiwei was rubbing her arms, looking out of the window wanting to cry without tears, thinking of her little bed.

Ji Mingyou walked over and saw that her little hands were red, and it was difficult to lift her arms, and when she let go, they fell limply, and said in a low voice, "Excessive force."

Looking at the bookshelf next to him, Ji Mingyou had already recovered, with distress in his eyes, he sighed, "You're so stupid."

Ji Mingyou couldn't help being angry that the sound insulation upstairs was so good that he couldn't find out earlier.

Lin Weiwei whimpered, kept his mouth flat, moved his arms a little, and said with a resentful expression, "This is considered a work-related injury, and you still despise me, it's too much."

"No, my uncle specifically stopped the meeting and came to take us home." Zhang Baobao quickly explained, appropriately raising his uncle's favorability.

Zhang Baobao looked at Ji Mingyou proudly, and thanked him soon.

"Are you going to take me home? Are you going to stop working?" Lin Weiwei regained his vitality, his eyes sparkled with hope, and he looked forward to an affirmative answer.

"Of course, I won't squeeze labor, get up." Ji Mingyou sneered, pulled her to stand up, and handed over the desserts prepared in advance.

"I'm already leaving early, you gave me dessert back, Boss Ji, you are too kind." Lin Weiwei was deeply moved, and sniffed deliberately.

"Today is your rest day, don't talk too much, just take it." Ji Mingyou thought it was funny, he didn't know what image he had in Lin Weiwei's mind, he might be a black-hearted boss.

Lin Weiwei didn't want to move his arms, let alone carry heavy objects, so he lowered his head and said, "I can't carry it anymore, just hang it around my neck, and I will definitely be able to take it away with the lovely desserts."

She lost her arms briefly, but her will is still tenacious.