100 ways to be a scumbag boss

Jinhuan got up and went to the floor-to-ceiling window in the living room to take a look. Sure enough, Jian Qizhao was there.

He raised his head as if feeling something, and met Jin Huan's eyes.

The little girl smiled and waved to him.

She went to change her shoes and prepare to go downstairs. Yuan Dahai asked her in surprise: "Master?"

"I go out for a while."

"Okay." The master has his own reasons for everything he does, so Yuan Dahai dares to ask more questions.

Although he had some urgent matters that he wanted to talk to Jinhuan today, but now it seems that he can only postpone it for now.

When he saw the little girl trotting towards him, Jian Qizhao felt very good unconsciously!

My heart softened unconsciously.

"What's wrong?" She stood in front of the man and looked up at him.

Jian Qizhao rubbed her head naturally: "I'll take you to dinner."

"I've eaten." Jin Huan was stunned for a moment.

"Spicy strips with steamed buns?"

"Yeah!" Her eyes lit up, it's so delicious!

"Take you out to eat something good."

"KFC?" She likes these things, McDonald's, Pizza Hut, Dicos... Of course, barbecue is also fine!

"Do you like hot pot?"

"What is hot pot?" This is indeed in the blind spot of Jinhuan.

After being together with Ji Yan, I went to either Western restaurants or various high-end hotels, or the meals were cooked by Ji Yan himself, or the takeaways delivered by Xiao Fang. I really had never eaten hot pot.

Jian Qizhao didn't expect that she would ask: "Have you never eaten hot pot?"

Have any of today’s young people really ever eaten hot pot?

"No, is it delicious?"

"good to eat."

"Is it better than spicy strips?"

"definitely."

"Then let's go!" Jinhuan swallowed.

After Jian Qizhao's pure black Cullinan was disliked, the car he just drove out was a white Bentley Mulsanne with a brown interior.

I can only say that it’s pretty good, I don’t like it and I don’t hate it, but it looks better than the black one!

She was thinking about the so-called hot pot, and asked every now and then: "Is it here?"

"how much longer?"

"Is a hot pot a pot on a fire?"

“Is the hot pot sweet or salty?”

......

Jian Qizhao was not bothered and answered patiently one by one.

"have not reach yet."

"About ten minutes."

"It's not a pot on the fire, but it seems to be a pot on the fire. I don't know how to explain this. You will know it when you see it."

"Generally, they are salty, tomato-flavored, mushroom soup, spicy..."

......

He took Jinhuan to a time-honored hot pot restaurant.

When she took a look, hey, isn't this just antique soup?

It turns out it’s called hot pot now!

She thought it was something.

In the past, this kind of food was only eaten by ordinary people, and she only tasted it when she accidentally ate in a folk restaurant.

But this antique soup was so fragrant. She could smell the smell from the next table across the aisle. She swallowed unsatisfactorily, and her eager look made Jian Qizhao laugh.

When the waiter came over, Jian Qizhao handed the recipe to Jin Huan and asked her to order.

Jinhuan said to the waiter: "I want the same thing as them!"

"Okay." The waiter's brother looked at her, his mind was somewhat stagnant, his mouth responded subconsciously, but his eyes stared unblinkingly.

She is so beautiful!

Jinhuan was shaking her legs happily. She was wearing a crescent-white one-shoulder dress today. The skirt was slim and just stuck to her thighs. Her long hair was hanging down, looking cute and attractive.

"Zhaozhao." She called Jian Qizhao.

The man was stunned, no one had ever called him that.

"what happened?"

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