Daily life of working as a substitute bride for a wealthy family

The typhoon was raging, and many large trees fell on the roads in the city.

a mess.

As the car approached MC Hospital, Tang Wei leaned on the window and said, "I know this place...FY Plaza is just up ahead, not far from my home. Mr. Song, why don't you just drop me off on the side of the road and go do your thing first."

"You really know the way, right?" Song Nan gave her a skeptical look. "How far is it from here to your home?"

For someone who doesn't drive often, Tang Wei's answer is: "If you take bus No. 761, it's only three stops away."

Well, that's a reasonable answer.

Song Nan felt that he couldn't leave to see Sheng Yang for a while, so he dropped her off on the side of the road.

As soon as the car stopped, Song Nan saw Tang Wei quickly unbuckle her seat belt, push open the car door and rush out.

Move as quickly as dodging a bomb.

"Hey, do you have an umbrella?" Song Nan shouted at the window.

"Yes, yes, yes! Thank you, Mr. Song!" Tang Wei took out a three-fold umbrella from her bag while running.

Turning back, she waved at him, "How can one travel the world without an umbrella?"

Song Nan was stunned.

This apparently ordinary girl suddenly became lively because of running.

He saw the ponytail on the back of her head swaying through the lens...

She was very cautious within three steps.

She could actually joke from just three steps away?

Suddenly the car behind honked its horn.

Song Nan came back to his senses.

He released the brake, steered the car, and turned left at the intersection ahead.

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Tang Wei jogged along holding an umbrella.

No matter what the weather, she always carries a small folding umbrella in her bag.

It can block the sun, wind and rain.

Being alone outside, Tang Wei knew that no one in H City would send her an umbrella.

In order to take care of herself and avoid getting into trouble, she always carries an umbrella.

For this reason, her commuter bags, whether they are shoulder bags or cross-body bags, are relatively large and can hold anything.

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Tang Wei walked to the non-motorized vehicle lane. There was a section of the road that was like an obstacle race. A row of bushes on the road were blown bent and extended onto the road.

Pedestrians can still cross, but people riding electric bikes can only take a detour.

The walls of the high-rise residential buildings nearby have fallen off.

The storm was so severe that Tang Wei couldn't wait to rush back, not knowing what the situation was at home.

When I returned to the community, I saw that the seven-story old community was still in good condition after the typhoon.

The glass of the house Tang Wei rented was not broken, only a layer of water seeped into the balcony floor.

There was a period of time in the afternoon when the rain was so heavy that water might have seeped in through the gaps in the windows.

Tang Wei mopped the floor and wiped the water off the windowsill before her butt touched the chair.

Once I sit down, I don’t want to move at all.

There were vegetables in the refrigerator, but she was too tired to cook.

I'm still hungry.

How to do?

Instant noodles.

The instant noodles that I didn’t eat at noon were arranged to be eaten in the evening.

Tang Wei picked up the noodles with a fork and reviewed the day. It seemed that Song Nan did not give her any specific instructions.

But why are you so tired?

Alas, it must be tiring to serve the king like serving a tiger.

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The next morning, the rain stopped and the wind died down.

There were almost no obstacles on the main roads, and the city's main arteries began to beat.

The workers started their busy work again.

Tang Wei saw in the news on her mobile phone that Sheng Yang was not the only one injured in the typhoon in H City. A delivery boy was even knocked down by a big tree. The scene was very bloody.

But the news seemed to have no follow-up on the report.

Was the delivery guy successfully treated? Was there any compensation?

unknown.

The life of an ordinary person is like that of an ant. The probability of appearing in the news is extremely low. The only time they appear in the news may be when it is a matter of life and death.

To a certain extent, Tang Wei has some compassion for the world - even though her life is in tatters, she still worries about the country and the people.

Song Nan arrived at the company early in the morning and was there before Tang Wei got to her workstation.

Song Nan never sympathizes with the world. He only cares about his own business and how to get more compensation to reduce the losses caused by the typhoon.

He made eight or nine phone calls in the office to direct the statistical reporting of damage to the factory area, the disaster situation of the branch, and the claims statistics.

When Tang Wei went there, she was not late. She was the third one to arrive among the four people. Zou Zhi had not come yet.

As soon as she put down her bag, Fang Yin made a face at her: "The big devil is here."

"Ah, so early." Tang Wei also became nervous.

Tang Wei had just sat down when Zou Zhi also came.

He glanced at the closed door of the chairman's office and asked, "Is President Song here?"

"Yeah." Tang Wei nodded. "They came earlier than us."

"Then who made tea for him today?"

The three of them shook their heads together.

Zou Zhi gave Tang Wei some scientific knowledge - it turned out that Song Gou had a lot of "show" every day. His driver Lao Luo would notify his secretary via WeChat to boil water and make tea ten minutes before Song Gou arrived at the company.

This way, Song Nan can open the office door in the morning, sit down and drink a sip of tea at the right temperature.

???

This Song dog really knows how to pamper and spoil himself!

As he was speaking, the phone on Zou Zhi's desk suddenly rang.

Zou Zhi glanced at the number displayed on the landline: "The Big Devil's phone number."

Everyone fell silent for a moment.

Zou Zhi only said "hmm", put down the phone, and said to the three people: "Boss Song asked me to come in. I'll be the first one to go in today to find out how he feels."

As soon as Zou Zhi entered, Fang Yin said, "The boss won't be in a good mood today. I think he's going to use 'Haiyue speed' again to clean up the affected area."

Tang Wei strongly agreed.

But she was worried in her heart - would Song Gou have another fit and ask her to go downstairs to move the fallen tree?

Not long after, Zou Zhi came out.

"Tracy, the boss is calling you in." Zou Zhi's expression was a little strange, and he looked at her a few times.

Tang Wei knocked on the door and went in, holding a notebook and pen.

Song Nan was replying to an email on his computer, not even looking up. "Tracy, put your things away and switch seats with Zou Zhi. You'll be in charge of administrative matters for the board from now on, so that seat will be more convenient. I've already told Zou Zhi about this."

Tang Wei was stunned.

Zou Zhi's seat was closest to the front. If Song Nan's office door was not closed, Song Gou could directly see the people sitting in the seats from his current position.

It is equivalent to the target's easily exposed position.

Of course, sitting in Zou Zhi's position, he can also look up and observe the situation inside, which is indeed a position where it is easier to react quickly.

But Tang Wei didn't want to see Song Nan.

She also didn't want Song Nan to see her.

Oh, it would be great if the chairman was the elegant Mr. Sheng.

Even the gentle and elegant Mr. Quan from the Technology R&D Center would find it pleasing to the eye.

The most important thing is...sitting comfortably in front of President Quan.

Unlike Song Gou, who is moody and has tantrums from time to time.

"From now on, help me tidy up my desk every morning. The key to the filing cabinet drawer is here." Song Nan pointed to the first drawer on his left, interrupting Tang Wei's wandering thoughts.

Tang Wei looked at the pile of documents and materials on the table and asked, "Mr. Song, in what order would you like them to be organized?"

Song Nan paused his mouse and sighed, "Tracy, let's follow your own ideas first. On the one hand, you need to take the time to look at the things on the desk and sort them out, which will take some time. On the other hand, it's difficult for you to cater to me with your brain. I'm really hard to please. So why don't you try 'managing up'... If your organization is okay, then we'll do it your way."

Tang Wei nodded immediately: "Okay, I understand."

"If there are any special requirements, I'll let you know later and correct you," Song Nan said coldly. "I'm very busy, and administrative matters are trivial. I don't have time to explain everything to you. You'll need to think on your own in the future."