100 ways to be a scumbag boss

"Brother-in-law?"

"Ah."

He doesn't talk much, and his overall temperament is more serious and steady than Ming Jiaye. If he had to describe it in more detail, it would probably be that as soon as you look at him, you will know that this is the leader of the system.

He is extremely dignified and has life and death in his hands, so that people dare not provoke him easily.

Men of this age are always prone to polarization. Some have failed to achieve anything, have lost their youthful ambitions, and look depressed, while the other part is in their best years and has a bright future.

Coincidentally, Zhou Yatang is the latter.

The sitting posture is upright, the back is straight, and there is an indescribable sense of nobility in every gesture.

She couldn't help but look sideways at him.

Tsk...this man is like wine.

Like wine brewed in oak barrels.

If we go one month ago, this corridor will be entangled with wisteria flowers, and the breeze will carry a light fragrance of flowers. It would be very beautiful to think about. Unfortunately, in this season, we can only see some rattan branches.

However, the moonlight falling on the lake and sparkling microwaves had a different charm.

"How did you come?"

"Inspection." There was this link in previous years, but he would not come to the school in person. After all, it was still because she was there.

"Oh."

I haven’t seen him for a long time, and the marriage thread on this person is actually broken.

Being in a high position and being able to leave at the drop of a hat is quite courageous.

The most troublesome thing about human society is that people are so sophisticated, they need to be cautious in doing things, and they need to look forward and backward, and not many people are truly comfortable.

"Why are you here alone?"

"Come out and be quiet."

She hasn't figured out what she wants to do yet, so she picks at her phone case irritably. It's too difficult to be a human being. She misses the days when she could open her mouth when she had clothes to wear.

"Anything on your mind?"

"Ah."

"Are you studying?"

"No, I want everyone to be afraid of me and not dare to provoke me." She lay on the stone table and looked up at the moon.

Zhou Yatang looked at her fair and tender little face and frowned brows, and a smile flashed unexpectedly in his eyes. He just thought she was very cute like this.

There is a feeling of innocence as a young man tastes sorrow for the first time.

"Do you want to rely solely on yourself?"

He asked seriously, without any contempt or embarrassing condescension.

"It's okay to rely on others."

She's not stupid. It's so difficult to work alone in this society. As human science and technology progress from generation to generation, isn't it because future generations are stepping on the shoulders of their predecessors?

If she could reach the top easily, she wouldn't have to fight!

After all, what she pursues is essentially different from what all other sentient beings pursue.

Zhou Yatang laughed softly.

This little girl was very lively. He thought that children of this age would not even bother to rely on others.

Of course, everyone has his or her own way of life, and there is no distinction between good and bad.

It's just a personal choice.

"Maybe I'm a good choice."

His low and hoarse voice seemed a bit too naive on this bright moonlit night.

"you?"

"Ah."

"Uncle, I'm not short of money."

She curled her lips and glanced at him with a smile on her face, a hint of ridicule in her eyes.

This serious sentence has a somewhat ambiguous meaning inexplicably, as if to say, uncle, I am not a lover~

The evening breeze was supposed to be cool.

But at this moment, there was a bit of unspeakable heat.

"A large tomb has been unearthed in the eastern suburbs. I can get you a place. In the imperial capital, you can tell anyone that I am your backstage."