You make money, I spend it, the rich stepmother is happy

The words fall.

The atmosphere froze for a long time.

At this time, there were three people in the side hall.

Except for Qi Mo who looked refreshed and relaxed, the other two felt embarrassed and suffocated to varying degrees.

Qi Shaobai was wearing slippers on one foot, and stepped on the floor with his other foot bare.

The drawstring of the sweater hat was pulled tight by Sheng Mumu just now, before it had time to tidy it up, it balled up and wrapped around his head.

His face was full of unstoppable touch + tears + surprise + smile + embarrassment.

In a word - laughing is uglier than crying.

What made Qi Shaobai hold his toes the most was that he had just confessed to Sheng Mumu that the target of his struggle was his father, and the target himself heard it.

For Chinese men who want to be strong all their lives.

This is so embarrassing.

And what about Sheng Mumu?

Only half a penny better than Qi Shaobai.

Even though he was educating Xiao Qi just a second ago, Yan Gou's true nature is undoubtedly revealed by counting.

It's just... so fucking dead.

But what is the difference between an adult and a minor?

It's nothing more than thick-skinned.

Sheng Mumu personally taught Qi Shaobai another lesson.

Using expression management at the level of a girl group, she smiled at Qi Mo.

Then he patted his thigh pretending to be relaxed, and stood up with a sigh of relief.

Turning to Qi Shaobai who was still in a state of confusion, he said:

"I'm going to find you slippers, you just wait here for me, don't move around."

"Ah no—" Qi Shaobai's thoughts came back, and his reaction was extremely quick.

He hurriedly got up and caught up with Sheng Mumu.

Because there is no shoe on one foot, he walks up and down, looking funny.

Covering up the embarrassment with an exaggerated tone, chasing after Sheng Mumu and saying:

"I look for slippers by myself. I am a person who has made mistakes and dare not trouble others."

"No, it's a good boy who knows his mistakes and can correct them. I'll help you find them."

"I'm still here."

"I'll come, I'll come."

"I come."

Qi Mo's eyes followed the two of them, his chest trembled, and he couldn't stop smiling.

The huge and luxurious villa became extremely warm because of their chirping voices.

Suddenly, Qi Mo walked towards them.

Relying on the advantage of long legs, he was behind them in three or two steps.

In a joking tone, he asked:

"How about I come?"

Sheng Mumu: ...

Qi Shaobai: ……………

*

The next day.

Dong Tezhu found that something was wrong with Mr. Qi.

But I can't tell why it's weird.

At noon, he went to the president's office to deliver the documents, and was about to go out when Mr. Qi stopped him.

"Xiao Dong, wait a minute."

He stood still and responded respectfully:

"Boss Qi, do you have any other orders?"

Seeing Mr. Qi, he didn't speak immediately, but lowered his eyes and pondered for a while.

Then he asked a strange question that he didn't expect.

"Xiao Dong, should I be strict?"

Dong Tezhu was taken aback.

The cpu is running...

Straightforward, is it a neutral word?

What does Mr. Qi mean by asking that?

In a few seconds, he responded wittily:

"How could it be, Mr. Qi, you are able to face everything with ease and deal with it properly, how could you be so stubborn...one...eye..."

The last few words slowed down, watching Mr. Qi's face.

Seeing the boss's stern face sinking little by little, Dong Tezhu was startled.

Suddenly, I felt that I had said the wrong thing, and changed the subject:

"One eye at a time means you are serious and cautious, which is a must for business leaders—"

Before he finished speaking, the handsome man in the leather seat let out a low laugh, and slowly raised his eyes to look over.

"Okay, don't make it up, it's useless to ask you, you can go out."

"Yes, Boss Qi." Dong Tezhu said as if he was about to receive an amnesty.

Walking out of the president's office, closing the door and leaning against the wall, he let out a long sigh of relief.

Doubt and annoyance slowly surfaced on his face.

Strange.

As the strongest special assistant beside Mr. Qi, he thinks he knows Mr. Qi very well.

But he couldn't even answer such a simple question.

Dong Tezhu's heart: I'm such a waste material!Take so many annual salaries for nothing!

This annoyance continued into the afternoon.

In the afternoon, the manager of Qi Group's media branch came to the headquarters to report on his work.

The manager of the branch office mentioned the artist that he planned to promote recently, and introduced to Mr. Qi:

"Jackson won the Best Actor at the Academy Awards at the end of last month. We plan to design a character image for Jackson that is more suitable for his long-term development. The initial concept of the new character design is the image of a serious veteran cadre."

The manager gushed, thinking about his future plans for Jackson.

"Although this character is old-fashioned and uninspired, Jackson is nearly [-] years old after all. If he still forcibly mixes with a group of newcomers and continues to accept love dramas and soap operas, it will gradually wear down fans' favor and is not suitable for future development, so -"

"Wait a moment."

A deep voice interrupted the manager's words.

The handsome man who was listening lazily without saying a word suddenly turned his chair and looked over.

A chilling and powerful aura exudes from the whole body.

The manager's body froze, and the man's cold gaze sent chills down his spine.

I don't know if something is wrong.

Could it be that Mr. Qi is dissatisfied with Jackson's new personality plan.

It shouldn't be, Mr. Qi usually doesn't care about small things in the branch.

Why would you be angry?

Before the manager figured out the meaning, he heard the voice wrapped in the ice pick come again:

"Please explain to me, what is the necessary connection between being serious and 'old'."