Quick travel starts from tearing apart the plane management bureau

Jiuli leaned back on the sofa, fiddled with the teacup, looked up at the time, and called out to Lin Qingyan who was about to go out.

"Order Chinese food from the restaurant across the street and have it delivered directly. You go out and do your work first. If you have any questions, come and ask me." She lowered her head to drink tea and ate two pieces of chestnut cakes. After all, she had to eat!

"I've got that." Lin Qingyan said and walked out.

I went out and started calling the store diagonally opposite and ordered two without hesitation. Of course, one of them was very ordinary.

Jiuli stood up and stretched, moving around a little before sitting behind her desk to look at the quarterly report that was delivered today. She tapped her fingertips on the table and calculated very quickly.

He seemed nonchalant, but in fact he read ten lines at a glance. Finally, he took out a red pen, scribbled on the document to make marks and threw it to the right, with a smile on his lips, but a cold smile.

What? Do those old guys think she's easy to fool? I don't know what's going on. It seems like I have to give them a hard time.

"Knock knock knock" There was a knock on the office door, and Jiuli looked up.

"Come in," he said in a slightly raised voice, lowered his head to organize the signed documents, and placed them all on his left hand side.

Lin Qingyan came in carrying a wooden food box, walked beside the sofa and placed out the four dishes and one soup inside.

"It's just been delivered. There were a lot of people ordering today and business is good, so the delivery was a little slow," he put them away one by one.

"Well, have you eaten? If not, go downstairs and eat first." She didn't need her subordinates to work for her on an empty stomach.

"Let's go out to eat later," Lin Qingyan silently thought that he still had a lot of allowances, so he had to spend them and definitely couldn't save money for the boss!!!

"By the way, take these out and give them to Hao Shaowen." He picked up a stack of documents at hand and handed them to Lin Qingyan.

Lin Qingyan took it subconsciously and suddenly had the illusion of doubting his life. Aren't you so fast? He only processed half of it? He felt inexplicably envious.

It would be great if he had this brain. After all, who would complain about having too much money? He thought about going back to his office to eat.

He lowered his head and drank water slowly, then slid his fingertips to make a video call to Gu Jingnian, who picked up the call almost as soon as he sent it.

Gu Jingnian across the street was eating the nutritious lunch specially prepared by Aunt Wang. It was a bright white meal without a single trace of meat.

"Qingqing," Gu Jingnian looked at the bland meal in front of him with a bitter look, "look what Aunt Wang cooked. I want to eat meat," his tone was full of complaints. He couldn't live without meat!

I deliberately pointed the camera towards the table. The soup was watery, with little oil and salt, so only the upper body could be seen. There were also blanched prawns and spicy pork ribs on his legs, which he had secretly bought!

"Will you still put yourself in a difficult position?" Jiuli looked at her with a smile. Who knows if what she was showing was real food?

"Eat less oil and salt and strictly follow the doctor's orders," he lowered his head, feeling aggrieved. He couldn't live like this!

"You need to take good care of your injuries. Look at your bloody mess. Auntie Wang's cooking is very nutritious." How could he bear it when he was so delicate? "What do you want to eat? I'll bring it back for you."

"I'm much better now. The medicine is really useful." He drank a mouthful of soup and frowned. He still wanted to eat meat. "Cake, please."

"Okay, I'll bring it to you when I get back." Seeing Gu Jingnian's aggrieved look, she couldn't help but laugh out loud, "Auntie Wang is doing this for your own good."

"I know," he said in a long tone, thinking that he would let Qingqing have a meal of this bland soup as well.

"Qingqing, I want to build a greenhouse at home," Gu Jingnian bit his chopsticks. Roses will not bloom in winter.

"Leave it to the housekeeper. Isn't there a glass house in the backyard? We can make it into a greenhouse for you. You don't need to ask me." He makes the decision on such small matters himself.

"Are you done with your work?" After finishing the last bite of his meal, he lay contentedly on the sofa, his fingertips touching his phone, his brows curved.

"It's not very busy. I've already dealt with it. I have a few meetings in the afternoon." As for the ones I have to meet in the evening.

"You took a break from your busy schedule to send me a video? Did you miss me?" His smile was as cunning as a fox that stole a chicken.

"Who misses you? Isn't it because I'm afraid that you will pretend to obey but actually disobey?" He weighs 130 pounds but is still rebellious. How stubborn!

"I listen to you. How could I not listen to you?" He was very honest and did not pretend to obey.

Selectively ignoring the fact that I ate two large ice bowls yesterday.

"You are the most obedient," he said helplessly, the person he chose had to be spoiled even if he cried, "Take a good rest, don't think about running around with them, the most important thing for you now is to take care of your health."

"Okay," he promised not to run around, which made him sound like a disabled person, even though he only injured his knee.

"Well," he looked up and saw Lin Qingyan wandering outside, "I have something else to do. I'll chat with you later."

"Then you go ahead and get busy." He said considerately, hung up the phone, took out his computer from the suitcase and fiddled with it.

After hanging up the phone, Lin Qingyan knocked on the door.

The glass used in Shang's top-floor office allows one to see clearly outside, but outsiders cannot see clearly inside. Lin Qingyan is very sure that his boss will not do anything else if he can see clearly that there is someone there.

"Come in." As expected, a familiar voice was heard immediately.

"This is the subsequent itinerary arrangement. In addition, Hao Shaowen has asked for leave this afternoon, so his work will be left to me." Lin Qingyan said as he placed the documents in his hand on the long table.

"What's wrong with him?" After taking the itinerary, she found that it was fully scheduled until 10 o'clock in the evening, as if they were afraid that she would be idle.

"Something happened at home," Lin Qingyan gloated, thinking that maybe when she came back she would be a single dog like him.

He looked thoughtfully at Lin Qingyan, who was gloating over his misfortune.

"Well, if you're too busy, just hand it over to your assistant," I said casually. I always felt that this guy had no good intentions.

"The meeting is scheduled for around 2 p.m.," Lin Qingyan said, feeling overwhelmed by having meetings every day.

"You go out and prepare first. By the way, I've made an appointment for a small cake from the east of the city. I'll pick it up after the meeting." Jiuli added slowly.

"Well, I'll go out then." Lin Qingyan walked out slowly.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, the heads of various departments who were notified to attend the meeting arrived at Conference Room No. 1 one after another. The whole meeting was in complete silence.

It was not until the sun set that I left the meeting room exhausted.

Jiuli went downstairs to get a small cake and continued to review the documents. After half an hour, she rubbed her eyes.

I checked the time, carried the cake and went out. When I passed by, Lin Qingyan was still writing furiously in the office.

When driving back to Guiyueyuan, Shen Yulin had just arrived at the airport to pick up his troublesome little brother.

"You got off work early today. Is this for me?" Gu Jingnian, who was sitting in a wheelchair, noticed the noise and hid his computer.

"It's getting late. It's almost ten o'clock. Who else can I give it to except you?" He put the box in his hand beside the bed.

"How do I know who else you can give it to?" Gu Jingnian's tone was sour, and he was in a bad mood when he looked at the small cake.

"What's going on? Who pissed you off?" He was keenly aware that the tone was not right. "Who pissed you off?"

"Who else can make me angry except you?" Gu Jingnian rolled his eyes uncomfortably, "How can I compare to someone who is eighteen or nineteen years old, young, fresh, innocent and lively."

Jiuli frowned slightly after hearing this. Where did she hear this from?