A look at the south of the city

Recently, in order to cooperate with Shengshi Group, the company has been very busy. When Zhao Gang, the manager of the planning department, came to deliver the documents, he saw the man behind the desk who was having a video conference. He was about to leave, but was signaled by the man's eyes to stay.

Zhao Gang waited until the meeting was over before handing over a stack of documents, and poured a cup from the coffee pot. After thinking about it, he poured out all the imported coffee from the big capitalist, then took a cup of warm water, and handed it over:

"Brother Nan, even if you're busy recently, you can't make such a fuss. At least listen to me, get rid of the jet lag and get a good night's sleep. The company still has us."

Fu Nan got up and poured another cup of coffee, with an indifferent expression on his face, staring at the cup of warm water with disdain:

"Take it away, you're young, you're even worse than the third child, why, all of them have entered middle age early?"

Zhao Gang had no choice but to think that talking to this person would be a waste of effort, and was about to turn his head and leave, but after thinking about it, he still couldn't help but add:

"You should always be careful. If you go on like this, you won't even be able to drink my wedding wine next month. It's not like this way to live alone. Look at you, you can make do with it when you go back. Go to my house tonight Come on, let's eat something casually, let Juan'er cook some home-cooked food, and call the third brother by the way, I didn't go to work yesterday because I was busy with the company, so I just sit down today. Are you coming?"

Fu Nan thought for a while, and this proposal was pretty good, but when he thought that it was all for the family, and he didn't want to be shown, he swallowed, and replied in a noble and glamorous way:

"No, I have an appointment."

Zhao Gang's eyeballs were about to fall out. He rubbed his eyes, thinking that he had heard correctly, and his voice changed in shock:

"Brother, are you making a fuss? Well, let's call together, my house is not short of this pair of chopsticks, let us meet some of you, remember to come tonight, don't be empty-handed, bring a few bottles of Lafite, it's not bad, isn't it? "

Before Fu Nan could answer, Zhao Gang hummed a tune and swayed to the door, and heard the man behind him speak faintly:

"The coffee money will be deducted from your salary this month. There may not be much left after deducting it. Let's earn money from your wife."

Zhao Gang felt aggrieved, and felt that being with the king was like being with a tiger. Thinking about it again, it was wrong. Why was his salary deducted for his kindness?The boss is really unlucky, Zhao Gang was so sad and indignant that he slammed the door behind him.

The working people in the company are so busy with the documents in their hands that they don't have time to gossip. Why did Manager Zhao come out of Mr. Fu's office with a sad face? General posture.The toiling masses raised their heads blankly, then lowered their heads understandingly:

Manager Zhao is in a bad mood, which means that Mr. Fu is in a good mood. The food in the company cafeteria must be good today.

After a while, Xiao Li from the finance department came to inform that the company had reported all the food expenses today.

Sure enough, when the gods fight, everyone can only suffer, but everyone likes to hear about such a situation. When they heard that the food has been settled, the working people have expressed that Mr. Fu is wise and powerful.It happened that General Secretary Fu was passing by, and everyone finally remembered to gossip:

Lao Zhang, as an old fritter in the company, has nothing to say about his performance, but he is too poor. He was the first to start fooling around:

"Hey, Ting'er, Mr. Fu is in such a good mood today, can the salary go up by the way?"

The little staff behind kept nodding, and a new girl with a simple face asked shyly:

"Boss Fu...have you got a girlfriend yet? People are in good spirits on happy occasions, and they even bring us... to be honored."

Everyone gasped, and finally couldn't help it, and laughed together.

This silly boy, which pot can't be opened and which pot can be lifted.

I'm afraid I don't know that Mr. Fu is not close to women, and he behaves like a Qingxiu every day. After talking a few times, they break up within a few days.

Feng Ting followed Mr. Fu for not a day or two. Like a human being, she practiced Tai Chi with a smile:

"I have to ask Mr. Fu, we all earn wages, how do we know this?"

Feng Ting handed out the documents in her hand. Hearing howling everywhere, she couldn't help laughing:

"Okay, everyone, hold on a little longer. Mr. Fu just asked me to tell everyone that as long as we talk about the project with Shengshi, each of us will increase our salary by 10%."

The crowd cheered for a while, as if they had seen the banknotes beckoning to them, and plunged into the pile of documents, eating and so on was no longer important.

Feng Ting entered Fu Nan's office, and was about to leave after explaining her work. When she heard Fu Nan speak, she hesitated a little:

"You tonight..."

Feng Ting stood still in place with a dazed expression on her face:

"What's the matter, Mr. Fu?"

Fu Nan smiled, waved his hand, and made a phone call gesture:

"Don't forget to contact the person in charge at Shengshi tonight to confirm the progress of the project."

After the little secretary went out, Fu Nan threw his head back into the seat, feeling a little helpless:

In order not to lose face, they all thought of finding someone to replace them temporarily. What kind of stupid trick is this?

Why don't you just find one, it doesn't have to be so troublesome.

Thinking about who is bad, but that kid.

After so many years, with his temperament, he probably went abroad to get a certificate. If he talked about a girlfriend, he might even have a child.

Fu Nan lit a cigarette and clicked on that person's Wechat Moments. This kid didn't block himself, with a carefree and unrestrained appearance.

The teenagers inside are surrounded by all kinds of people, and the scenery in different places is changing. It looks really lively.

Fu Nan edited the news for a long time, wrote and deleted, deleted and wrote, and suddenly Zhao Gang opened the door and came in, in a hurry, holding a bouquet of flowers:

"Hey, Brother Nan, you are really good. I thought you were talking to me. It seems that there are people who even sent flowers. Tsk tsk tsk, it's quite romantic. Brother Nan, when you are old, there are people who send flowers. Really Yes, it's fine... Hey, no, brother, don't look at me like that, I'm flustered... The flowers are here, I'm leaving first, remember to come tonight!"

Fu Nan deleted and deleted the news for a long time, but this kid broke in suddenly, and in a panic, he clicked send directly.

I miss you, Gu Mo.

Fu Nan's face turned green, and he looked at Zhao Gang with a murderous gaze, and then pressed to withdraw.

So the function of WeChat is quite humanized.

Fu Nan breathed a sigh of relief, before he could say anything to remedy it, a new message popped up in the dialog box.

Fu Nan wanted to bang his head against the wall, but before he did, he was thinking that Zhao Gang must be deducted from his salary.

The above news is just a short sentence.

I saw it.

Concise and concise, it really is Gu Mo's style.

Fu Nan felt that he had never been so embarrassed.

However, Fu Nan still knows too little about life.

When walking into Zhao Gang's house at night, the person who opened the door was a very familiar face.The boy's appearance coincided with the youth in front of him, leaving Fu Nan stunned.

In the past at home, no matter how many times he opened the door, this person always looked lazy, and he was willing to take a little bit of peripheral vision from the corner of his eyes, which is thankful.Then he fell into his arms and smiled brightly:

"Help me finish this game, I want to eat."

Then, in front of my own face, I ate deliciously.

Holding the game, Fu Nan stretched out his hand to pinch it, but he still couldn't bear it, so he smoothed his hair and sighed:

"Little heartless, you are eating enough for one person, and the whole family is not hungry."

While eating, the teenager teased without guilt:

"Fu Nan, are you old? It takes so long to play a game?"

The game in Fu Nan's hand displayed the words "victory". Fu Nan threw away the game console, slowly picked up the boy's collar, and gritted his teeth secretly:

"Do you want to try? In another ten years, I can knock you down with one hand, let's go."

Fu Nan ate the leftovers coldly, thinking about how to fix this kid, he was a monster every day, even today he was dishonest.

Suddenly the lights went out, and a ball of warm light shone in front of Funan's eyes. Next to him was the boy's face, holding a candle and lighting them up one by one. In the room that gradually lit up, there were dishes that would be put on the table at an unknown time. The appearance is quite ugly, and you can tell whose handwriting it is from at a glance.

The young man was not ashamed, and swayed in front of Fu Nan's eyes without shame:

"Fu Nan, you probably accumulated a lot of blessings in your previous life, and you can only meet me in this life. This table of food is much more delicious than the one you brought. You don't have to be too moved. I will spend every birthday with you in the future. , I care about..."

Fu Nan hugged him tightly in his arms and smiled:

"It's my good luck. Boy, don't forget what you say."

Fu Nan stood at the door, dazed for a while, the person at the door had a polite and alienated smile on his face, showing no emotion.

Zhao Gang is not afraid of death in the greeting:

"Ah, Brother Nan, you're finally here. I can't move my hands away. Let Xiaomo open the door for you. You guys talk first, and I'll go to the kitchen to serve the dishes."