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

Everyone in the President's Office and the Secretariat felt that something was wrong with their direct leader and boss, Fu Jincheng, today.

The word "something's wrong" is used as a euphemism after some artistic processing because Fu Jincheng is the boss.

To be more precise and straightforward, it was as if I became a mental patient overnight.

When I entered the company gate in the morning, I had that creepy smile on my face.

During the meeting, there were also strange laughs from time to time.

The managers who were making the report were all thinking about where to bury themselves.

This is nothing.

The most outrageous thing is that even if Fu Jincheng entered the office, other people outside the office could hear his neurotic laughter from time to time.

"What happened to the boss today?" The people in the secretariat huddled together and muttered, "Did the door get in your head?"

"No." The man who had just delivered the documents whispered, "Didn't you notice that the little cutie didn't come today?"

Everyone suddenly realized.

The boss’ boyfriend didn’t come.

No wonder the boss is crazy today.

"Wait a minute." Someone suddenly realized something was wrong. "The boss won't show mercy if the little cutie doesn't come."

Another one looked horrified: "So, if we come across this stupid file again, we'll be scolded again."

"You finally realized this problem?" The man who just came out smiled miserably, "Why are you still wondering what happened to the boss?"

"Please have some sympathy for yourself first."

After all, every time Fu Jincheng scolds someone, although the harm is not very serious, the insult is as strong as a nuclear bomb.

It is only because he is the boss that he dares to do that.

If it were an employee, he would have been fired countless times.

There was a sudden wailing in the Secretariat office.

And starting from the secretariat, a bleak sadness gradually enveloped the entire company.

As for Fu Jincheng, whom they were talking about, he was reviewing documents when he suddenly became sad.

Wuuuuuuuuuu, even though Xiaobao asked him to go home early.

But with so much work piled up, it is absolutely impossible to go home early.

Why is his life so miserable——!

After just two seconds of feeling sad, Fu Jincheng perked up again.

No, instead of being sad and doing nothing, he might as well improve his efficiency.

Try to get home from get off work early today!

Fu Jincheng spent the entire day torn between these two emotions.

No matter how efficient he was, it was still past eight o'clock when Fu Jincheng finished processing the mountain of documents.

Add to that the time spent driving home, and by the time I actually got home, it was already nine o'clock.

Thinking about Wen Yinuo's advice to go home early, and looking at the time, Fu Jincheng suddenly felt sad as a dog.

Ordinary employees work from 9 to 6, including overtime.

And what about him?

All employees' immediate boss, the company's president and chairman, works overtime until nine o'clock.

What the hell is he doing in that crappy class!

Fu Jincheng became angrier the more he thought about it. He stopped opening the door, sat down on the steps, and started to drag out all the people from the Fu family who he had sent to prison, without leaving a single one behind, and started to scold them from head to toe.

Before he finished scolding a few people, he heard a slightly puzzled "Brother".

Fu Jincheng's whole body stiffened.

He turned back in disbelief.

Wen Yinuo, who was wearing bunny pajamas, held Miaomiao in one hand and had his other hand on the door handle, looking at him puzzledly.

Fu Jincheng: ...

well.

His image in front of Wen Yinuo was already unreliable, and this was further exacerbated.

It's okay, it's okay, Fu Jincheng comforted himself.

No matter how unreliable I am, Xiaobao has never despised me.

What does this mean?

It means Wen Yinuo loves him!

The boy holding the rabbit let go of the door handle and rubbed his eyes: "Brother, how long have you been back?"

Fu Jincheng stood up and walked into the room, moving sideways to avoid Wen Yinuo who was wearing pajamas.

After taking off his coat and wiping his hands with a wet tissue, he went to rub Miaomiao who was held in Wen Yinuo's arms.

I am so lucky that I can stay at home with my little baby all day.

Unlike him, he has to go to work every day.