Beautiful wife is the best: rich husband has deep routines

Shan Yuting looked in the direction of his grandfather and the cabinet ministers, his expression still calm and composed: "Eat well, and don't inquire about the affairs of adults. With so many people present, how could it be you."

"Then why, the cabinet ministers keep looking at me?"

Jiang Zitong pointed suspiciously in the direction of Mr. Shan: "Grandpa always glances at me twice, which makes me feel really nervous."

"Two bad old men, very bad, just don't look at them."

Um? ?

Jiang Zitong bit the tip of the chopsticks with a dazed expression on his face.How did two old men in formal attire with power and status become two bad old men?

When the birthday party was about to end, fireworks were set off outside the Shan family's old house, in various colors and shapes, and there were 520, 1314, and other confession words.

"I didn't expect my father to be quite romantic. He knows how to use numbers to express love to my mother. You and your father should study hard. Do you understand what romance is?"

The elders were talking, afraid that the juniors like Jiang Zitong and Shan Yuting would be bored, so they drove them to the yard outside to watch the fireworks.

Shan Yuting put his arms around Jiang Zitong, leaning against the pillar beside him, lazily, listening to Jiang Zitong's "education" without making a sound.

Seeing that Shan Yuting didn't speak, Jiang Zitong was about to turn around and give him another angry look, but he heard him say unhurriedly: "Don't move, look down."

I saw another round of 520 in the air, and after the 1314 fireworks flashed, I jumped out and pierced two hearts with arrows, commonly known as an arrow piercing the heart, followed by the words Jiang Zitong.

5201314, love you, Jiang Zitong!

Now, Jiang Zitong was completely dazed, he didn't know whether to look at Shan Yuting or point to the fireworks in the sky.

There are many indications that Shan Zhirao did not set off the fireworks for Fang Yu. Jiang Zitong tilted his head and looked at his man: "So... you arranged it? Showed it to me? Do you want to be so nasty?"

"The normal fireworks in the first half are, of course, for my mother's birthday. In the second half, I will also let off them for my wife. It costs money, so don't waste it."

"You are really making the best use of everything! A big profiteer!"

Jiang Zitong hummed, but she was quite happy in her heart, thinking that Shan Yuting was a guy who didn't understand romance, but he slapped herself solidly.

The slap in the face came too fast, it was almost unbearable.

After the fireworks were over, the guests dispersed one after another. Jiang Zitong and Shan Yuting returned to the upstairs room together. They had to spend the night in Shan's old house tonight.

However, Jiang Zitong was also on vacation, so he simply played here for a few days before going back.

Who knows, the next morning, Shan Yuting left alone, Jiang Zitong didn't understand his operation at all, and he agreed to take her around to play?

Fang Yu also couldn't figure it out. When she saw Jiang Zitong, she asked, "You two came back after a long time. Why did Ah Ting go out by himself? I heard you two talking about where to go to play last night?"

Jiang Zitong scratched his head: "I don't know either, when I woke up in the morning, I found that he was gone."

"I don't know what he's busy with? I guess he went to find Jing Moqing, and he just came back. These two have been on good terms since childhood."

Fang Yu suddenly thought of something and said, his son and Jing Moqing like to nest together and whisper when they have nothing to do, people who don't know think they are good gay friends.

Jiang Zitong pursed her lips, wanting to laugh but holding back, how could she hear such flimsy affection from her mother-in-law's mouth?

However, Fang Yu guessed wrong.

At this moment, on the other side, in ZK's largest conference room, the air pressure is a bit low at the moment, and none of the dozen or so senior executives dares to breathe loudly, let alone speak.

"Did anyone explain the reason to me?"

Shan Yuting sat on the boss's chair, with a gloomy face, pointing at the documents on the table, questioning everyone, compared with yesterday's tenderness like water, he looked like two different people.

"This project is the company's key project for the past three years. How many pieces of torn paper did you make in one month?"

A folder was pushed and slid to the center of the table by Shan Yuting, and several senior directors sitting beside the table stretched their necks in unison, but quickly retracted them.

"The start-up capital of the project is 1000 million. Who can tell me why the current renderings are made and the cost of 100 million is the same? Since 100 million can be done, why should I spend 1000 million to start the project?

All of you here, which one is not an experienced executive with an annual salary of several million?Are the project book and project renderings given to me now comparable to those of college students who have just graduated?

Then what do I need you for?How about a change of blood for all, newcomers? "

Shan Yuting threw the folder roughly turned over in his hand to the center of the table again, and a circle of executives raised their heads to take a look, and then quietly moved it back to its original position.

"Also, why hasn't the candidate to be discussed for a long time been decided? Is it a problem with the marketing department, or a problem with brand public relations? Is it because the conditions for cooperation are not good enough, or is it because the person who is going to talk about cooperation has no ability to talk about it? Hmm? "

The third folder was thrown on the table, and everyone didn't even need to read the name of the department. Just by the color of the folder, they knew who submitted the documents.

Everyone shrank their heads obediently, and no one wanted to be the first bird and get shot and bombarded.

When the fourth folder was thrown on the table, the atmosphere in the conference room was so solemn that it was about to freeze. Shan Yuting didn't speak, and scanned every face in the room one by one.

The last two folders were still in Shan Yuting's hands, and his mere look made everyone even more nervous.