Quickly travel: The paranoid boss behind the Shura field has become sickly

An Ting shook his head. He raised a glass to Fu Jin and said, "Mr. Fu, you are my boss. It is because of you that I have this opportunity to get a job. Now I just want to make money to support my family. I have to say whatever I want." If so, I hope Mr. Fu won’t fire me.”

Fu Jin was immediately amused by An Ting. He picked up the red wine on the table and greeted An Ting back. He said, "Unless you want to leave, I will not drive you away. You have so many fans now. I believe that in the future It will definitely become more and more popular, and I can’t let go of this cash cow of yours.”

"Thank you. With Mr. Fu's good words, I also hope that I can become more and more popular."

After dinner, Fu Jin did not send An Ting back to the dormitory immediately, but said to him, "Can you take a walk with me?"

"Of course. Taking a walk after a meal can help with digestion."

An Ting pushed Fu Jin down the street in the gentle evening breeze. There were many pedestrians on the street at this time. They must have gone shopping after dinner.

Because the silence between the two was too boring, An Ting randomly found a topic.

"Mr. Fu, are your legs like this from birth or acquired?"

"It was caused by my car accident some time ago."

"Car accident?" An Ting asked in surprise: "Then what did the doctor say? Can you still stand up?"

Fu Jin didn't speak, but An Ting immediately guessed what the doctor's answer was. He immediately encouraged: "Mr. Fu, I believe there are miracles in this world, and you will definitely stand up again."

"An'an, can I call you like this?"

"can."

"I don't really care whether I can stand up or not, but do you?"

An Ting didn't understand why Fu Jin would ask him such a question. Does it matter whether he cared or not?

"Mr. Fu, I will not discriminate against anyone with a disability. This is basic courtesy and my quality."

"Well, as long as you don't care."

An Ting frowned. He always felt that there was something in Fu Jin's words tonight, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

After a while, Fu Jin said again: "You must be tired from pushing. I'll ask the driver to drive over and take you back."

An Ting knew that Fu Jin didn't want to continue shopping, so he agreed.

After getting in the car, Fu Jin and An Ting sat in the back seat of the car. The back seat of the car was relatively narrow. Even though An Ting had put on a barrier patch, the orange smell on his body still made Fu Jin feel tortured.

"By the way, An'an, all new employees need to go to the hospital for a physical examination. I will take you to the hospital tomorrow. By the way, it's time for my physical examination."

An Ting thought this was a normal work procedure, so he didn't worry too much and nodded, "Okay, what time will it be tomorrow?"

"At nine o'clock in the morning, I will be downstairs in your dormitory."

"okay."

When the car drove downstairs to the dormitory and An Ting was about to open the door and get out of the car, Fu Jin suddenly stopped him.

"Hmm? Is there anything else, Mr. Fu?"

"It seems that your barrier tape is not attached properly. Let me help you fix it."

"Really?" An Ting reached out and touched the back of his neck. He felt that it should be attached properly. How could it not be attached properly?

Fu Jin approached An Ting and reached out to stroke the back of An Ting's neck. When his fingertips touched the skin of An Ting's back, he felt as if his whole body was about to enter a susceptible period.

Fu Jin gritted his teeth and moved closer to the back of An Ting's neck. He pretended to be looking at An Ting's barrier stickers, but in fact he was looking at An Ting's hair and earlobes.

"It sticks well, but the smell is very weak."

Fu Jin let go of his hand and sat down again, "See you tomorrow."

"Okay, Mr. Fu, see you tomorrow."

After An Ting got out of the car, Fu Jin immediately asked Mi Hua to investigate the details of An Ting.

Mi Hua's investigation was very fast. When Fu Jin arrived at the villa, all the details about An Ting were transmitted to his mobile phone.

Mi Hua: "Boss, Ju Qiong's family background is very clean. It can be described as impoverished."

After Fu Jin read the details of An Ting, he said nothing and then hung up the call with Mi Hua.

……

The next day.

An Ting went downstairs at the time agreed with Fu Jin. As soon as he came downstairs, he recognized the car at the door as Fu Jin's car.

He opened the door and got into the back seat of the car. He smiled and said, "Good morning, Mr. Fu. Have you been waiting for a long time?"

Fu Jin handed the breakfast in his hand to An Ting. An Ting was stunned for a moment before taking the breakfast handed to him by Fu Jin.

Fu Jin saw the doubt in An Ting's eyes, and he immediately explained: "I wanted to eat Xiao Long Bao today, and I thought you might also like it, so I brought an extra one. I didn't buy it specially for you. You don't need it." There is a psychological burden.”

When the driver heard what Fu Jin said, his mind suddenly flashed back to the scene where Fu Jin personally queued up at seven o'clock in the morning. There was such a long queue, and Fu Jin had to wait in line for two hours to buy the time-honored Xiao Long Bao.

When An Ting heard Fu Jin say this, he felt a little more at ease.

Fu Jin saw the relieved expression on An Ting's face. He suppressed the displeasure in his heart and asked, "An An, do you have someone you like? Or are you in love now?"

"No, why do you ask that?"

"You were so worried about me buying you breakfast just now. I thought you were worried that your lover would misunderstand."

"No, I'm single, but I don't want to fall in love." After two lifetimes of emotional entanglements, An Ting felt it was better not to get involved in relationships.

It's not easy to fall in love with someone, and it's even harder to forget someone.

"Why? Are you emotionally hurt? That's why you don't want to talk about it?"

An Ting was silent because he didn't want to mention anything about Murong Sheng or Diers. These two people had become the most untouchable scars in his heart.

"If you don't want to say it, I won't force it. You can have breakfast first. It won't taste good when it gets cold."

"okay."