100 ways to be a scumbag boss

He stayed overnight.

At this moment, the sound of dripping water could be faintly heard from inside the tightly closed bathroom door.

Jinhuan had already taken a shower and smelled nice, but her attention at the moment was not on the man at all.

In the class group, the student council member tagged everyone, saying don’t forget to check in at the three museums during the winter vacation, take photos and write down your thoughts.

Once the holidays come, most people are like wild horses that have broken free from their reins.

I didn’t even remember what the field trip assignment was, luckily the student council member reminded me in the group.

Very good, Jinhuan was also one of those who let go of the reins and completely forgot about this matter, so, among the replies of thanks from everyone, I also added a +1.

She seldom speaks in the group. She didn’t show up when there were so many red envelopes being distributed a few days ago. Now, as soon as the message was sent out, she was tagged in it!

Most of the time, we say Happy New Year to her!

After all, on New Year's Eve, so many people sent her Happy New Year messages, but the girl didn't reply to any of them, which can be regarded as treating men and women equally...

Of course, she didn't mean to ignore it on purpose.

But there are too many people sending her messages every day.

She doesn't read any messages except those from people who pinned them.

Jinhuan always believed that if someone had something urgent to ask her, they would definitely call her, but if someone didn't have her phone number, they shouldn't ask her even if they had something urgent.

With this idea in mind, most people in the green bubble simply cannot contact the girl.

Huan Huan Zi: Happy New Year, everyone

Just five simple words, and I don’t know how many boys and girls in the class were extremely excited. In the chat screenshots, being on the same page with her was enough for everyone to show off on their Moments.

But everyone asked questions one after another, and she only asked those two sentences from beginning to end.

Although many people feel regretful, no one is willing to get angry with such a beauty.

When Shi Qingsong came out, she was lying on the pillow, flipping through a guide in a book.

The thin silk pajamas wrapped intimately around her exquisite body.

The little feet, which were white and tender with a hint of pink, were swinging leisurely. The ankles were slender and the curve of the calves was so beautiful that one could not take their eyes away.

There are so many museums in Lin'an City, ranging from historical sites to umbrellas and tea.

There is history to be explored everywhere, and endless ancient charm to be visited.

"Want to go?"

She sighed slightly: "It's so hard to make an appointment during the first month of the year."

Just now, Jinhuan has tried several places, but all of them show that the recent ones are fully booked...

There were only a few who were free the day after tomorrow, and she wasn't very interested in them.

Even when doing homework, she didn't want to force herself to waste time in places she didn't really want to go.

Looking at the pitiful look of the little girl holding her face in distress, he couldn't help but chuckle.

However, people's living conditions are better now, and they are more aware of traveling during holidays. There is no shortage of tourists in Lin'an every year. Even the tax revenue contributed by the tourism industry has increased in recent years. It is not a strange thing that you cannot book a ticket.

"If you're not in a hurry, I'll be at work in a few days and will have the opportunity to visit these museums. You can go in with me."

Jinhuan's eyes lit up immediately: "Don't worry! This is our winter vacation homework, we can finish it before school starts."

When he suddenly heard the word "homework", he was inevitably stunned.

Many years after graduation, the two familiar words clearly show the age difference between the two, as well as the freshness of the children.

Seeing the little girl buried in his arms defenselessly, he unconsciously increased the strength of his hand holding her slender waist.

I always have some strange and uncontrollable feelings in my heart.

And her soft and hoarse voice of "brother" was the fuse of all the indulgence...