My wife is stupid, she always wants to slap me

Wen Biehe still had work to do at the company in the afternoon, and a roomful of people in the conference room were still waiting anxiously for the boss to go back and make a decision.

He was worried about his wife going home alone, so he took Jiang Zhaohe to the company after the observation period.

"How do you feel? Are you dizzy? Do you want to throw up?"

After getting out of the car, Wen Biehe ignored Jiang Zhaohe's refusal and opened the door for him, insisting on supporting him.

Jiang Zhaohe held the hand he extended, and shook his head helplessly: "You have asked me sixteen times along the way, I'm fine, don't worry."

Seeing him shaking his head, Wen Biehe quickly put his hands on the sides of his face: "Don't shake your head, you should faint in a while."

Yellow Crane Tower got out of the car behind, saw the president's demeanor as a eunuch leader, and thought that the president was too much, Jiang Shao was not made of tofu, he could shake his head and fall off?

Under Wen Biehe's careful watchful eye, Jiang Zhaohe felt like a toddler, every time he took a step, the person next to him was afraid that he would suddenly fall down, the concerned eyes made him a little Alexander.

His mind was also a little dazed, and he thought uncertainly: We were so sticky before?

Wen Biehe was frightened all the way, Jiang Zhaohe had no choice but to compromise all the way, and Yellow Crane Tower was ashamed all the way.

Under the attention of the company's employees, the three of them came to the president's office on the top floor.

Jiang Zhaohe had been to this office many times before, and as soon as he entered, he sat down on the sofa in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows with ease.

Wen Biehe specially bought this sofa for him five years ago.

Just because when he came to the office for the first time, he said 'the sun here is so good, suitable for basking in the sun', so he added an extra sofa in the place with the best sunshine.

Wen Biehe told him in a disguised form that the sun is ready and you are welcome to come and bask in it anytime.

After Jiang Zhaohe settled down, Wen Biehe called the newly recruited assistant to come over to take care of him, and left in a hurry with his secret.

The new assistant in the office is called Bai Zhi, she is in her twenties, she looks good, and she is enough to be a fresh meat in the entertainment industry.

"Jiang Shao, Mr. Wen told you to give you hot milk."

Bai Zhi held the tray, and respectfully put the milk cup in front of Jiang Zhaohe.

Regardless of the calm look on his face, a groundhog screamed in his heart: ah, ah, Jiang Zhaohe!I didn't expect to come to Mr. Wen's place to work, and I could really meet idols!How am I doing in front of my idol?Will it make a good impression on him?What should I do? I'm so nervous!

Jiang Zhaohe tilted his head to look at him, with scrutiny in his eyes, and suddenly asked, "What's your name? How old are you this year?"

Bai Zhi didn't expect her idol to talk to her, her face was as steady as an old dog, but her heart was flustered: "Bai Zhi, 25."

Jiang Zhaohe nodded, thanked him and let him go out first.

Bai Zhi bowed slightly to him, went out and closed the door.

Jiang Zhaohe touched the milk cup on the coffee table, feeling a little hot.

He stood up and walked to the French windows, looking down at the busy traffic downstairs in a daze.

After a while he chuckled and shook his head: "Bai Zhi, Bai Yueguang?"

Wen Biehe in the conference room looked at the document in his hand and listened to the report in his ear, and suddenly sneezed.

He rubbed his nose, thinking, could it be that Zhao Zhao misses me?

It's better to end this meeting quickly and go back to see him. What if he suddenly faints in the office.

The more he thought about it, the more worried he became, he kept raising his wrist to check the time.

The director who was explaining the plan on the stage broke down in a cold sweat, not sure what the president meant.