After the young master was reborn, he was waiting to die

During the first few days when Wen Yinuo came to the company, Fu Jincheng was extremely nervous.

More than once, when signing a document, I almost signed my name as "Wen Yinuo".

Employees are no exception.

Everyone has a gossipy heart, regardless of gender.

In particular, Fu Jincheng himself is young, handsome and rich.

I have never been to the company twice before.

When he came to work, he brought another boy who looked like he came out of a painting.

No one can help but gossip.

In comparison, Wen Yinuo, the person being targeted by several parties, was the calmest.

Since the first day, apart from looking aloof and quiet.

Never showed any unnaturalness.

He even went the other way to comfort the nervous Fu Jincheng and let him relax.

There's no need to make such a fuss, he's not that fragile.

But this comfort didn't work.

Fu Jincheng was still worried about this for several days.

He worried every day, wondering if Wen Yinuo was deliberately suppressing his emotions in order to reassure him.

Hide all the panic and fear in the deepest part of your heart.

Fu Jincheng didn't even dare to imagine what the consequences would be if he forced himself to remain calm and suddenly exploded one day in the future.

Almost a week had passed before he confirmed that Wen Yinuo was not suppressing himself and was just pretending to be natural. Only then did he feel relieved.

Other people in the company, especially those in the President's Office and the Secretariat, also knew Wen Yinuo's character.

A proud and polite cat.

It looks very aloof and doesn't like to interact with humans, but it is actually polite and well-behaved, and its looks are so attractive that you can fall in love with it at first sight.

No matter what you feed me, I will thank you sincerely.

If I don't like something, I will directly refuse it, unlike many people who, for the sake of so-called face, accept something and then throw it away the next time.

The most important thing is——

When Wen Yinuo is around, even if the document shown to Fu Jincheng is a pile of shit found by a chicken, he will not be scolded.

You know, their young President Fu, although not as loud as other company bosses, roars to the sky.

But that kind of calm, mocking and disdainful sarcasm made them want to dig a hole in the ground and jump into it, or just escape from the earth.

Wen Yinuo is here, especially when he is reading a book on the sofa in the office.

No matter how rubbish it is, the boss will only say five words:

"Go back and do it again."

How could they not like Wen Yinuo?

They don't treat the little cutie as their ancestor because they are afraid of being discovered and ridiculed by their boss, who is the wife and behaves like a mistress.

You see, even Anton, the vice president who always follows the boss, ordered milk tea for Wen Yinuo when he invited him to have coffee because he worked overtime.

For three consecutive days, Fu Jincheng kept mocking Bai Yueguang for getting married.

During those three days, I didn't dare to offend the boss's vice president, and I was filled with low pressure and resentment.

The workers are so cold every day that they feel like they are working in a cemetery.

In this peaceful atmosphere where one person is working and the other is reading, time passes by quietly.

It seemed like in the blink of an eye, it transitioned from morning to afternoon when the sun sets.

Fu Jincheng turned the old pen in his hand and looked in the direction of Wen Yinuo again.

I don’t know when, the boy who was sitting cross-legged on the sofa reading a book fell asleep half lying on the sofa.

The warm orange sunset light shone in from an entire floor-to-ceiling window, blocked by the sofa back, and only a small part of it fell on Wen Yinuo's face, with a layer of thin golden light.

Fu Jincheng retracted his gaze, looked at the few unprocessed documents on the table, and decisively decided not to work overtime today.

And leave work half an hour early.

——He has been working overtime for almost half a month. What’s wrong with taking a break today? What’s wrong!

After checking the backup, turning off the computer and putting away the pen, Fu Jincheng quietly walked to the sofa where Wen Yinuo was lying and squatted down.

Only when you get closer can you see clearly that in the afterglow of the setting sun, Wen Yinuo's thick and curled eyelashes are all coated with a layer of gold.

Fu Jincheng felt itchy and reached out his hand to touch it gently.

This call directly woke up Wen Yinuo who was in a light sleep.

The boy's eyelashes trembled twice, and when he opened his eyes, there was still a dazed look as if he had just woken up.

"Brother?" Wen Yinuo spoke with a nasal tone, "Can you get off work now?"

Fu Jincheng didn't know what to say for a moment.

As soon as I woke up, I focused on getting off work, it was really...

"It's not time to get off work yet." Fu Jincheng leaned over and kissed the boy on the forehead, "But I decided to skip work today."

"I'm the boss anyway, so I don't mind if I skip others."

In fact, even if Fu Jincheng didn’t come, the employees would have no objection.

Since he took over, the salaries of employees in the company, which is under the absolute control of the Fu family, have always been half higher than those of other companies.

If you work overtime, the pay will be five times higher.

And it can only be increased to seven points at most.

Not to mention the headquarters.

You get all the benefits without having to worry about being caught slacking off by the top boss.

Anyone would have objections.

Wen Yinuo smiled and responded to Fu Jincheng's acting desire:

"Then let's run away secretly and don't let anyone see us."

They have nothing to do all day long and try to attract their baby's attention with food.

They are all passers-by!

He also wanted to let Anton, who came to take advantage of him today and ran away, causing him to be almost misunderstood by Xiaobao, see this.

Anton's beloved Bai Yueguang, who is far away in her hometown, is married and has children.

He can go home sweetly with his white moonlight, lover and fiancé at any time.

Fortunately, Wen Yinuo can't read minds.

If he could read minds and hear what Fu Jincheng was thinking, he would definitely not agree to just walk away from the door in such a swagger.

Along the way, Fu Jincheng, who finally got the chance to show off his affection in front of his employees, was so proud and arrogant that people imagined he was a peacock courting a mate.

The elites who were hired with an annual salary of six, seven or eight figures could not bear to look at them after just one glance.

Anton is the most open-minded.

I sent a message directly to Fu Jincheng, suggesting that he find some time to go to the hospital.

The only person who didn't think there was anything wrong with Fu Jincheng was Wen Yinuo.

It's like Fu Jincheng has eight hundred layers of filters on Wen Yinuo. Until now, he still thinks that his little treasure is too well-behaved and fragile and easy to be bullied.

Although Wen Yinuo’s filter for her boyfriend is not eight hundred layers, it still has four hundred layers.

In the boy's eyes, his brother might be a little immature sometimes.

Overall, everything is good.

The best in the world!

Only after the crowd saw that the two parties were completely out of hearing range did they dare to start discussing in low voices.

"The boss left work so early today? What's wrong with him?"

"I don't know. I'm looking forward to Nobo coming tomorrow. These two stupid documents haven't been sent in yet."

"Then you'd better hurry up, because school will start soon. If Nobo doesn't come to the company and the boss is resentful about no one being with him, even Green Plant will be slapped."

"I understand. If it doesn't work, tell the vice president to help."

Anton felt a chill on his back for no apparent reason.

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The main story is about these two days. The story line about Xiaobao going to school and if his mother is still alive, and other ideas, are all put in the extra chapters.