The leader is my girlfriend

At this moment, Wang Yiming was secretly working on a handicraft in his office. How could he not express his gratitude to his wife when she returned from a business trip? Love needs to be nurtured and maintained, and he had to show his love. So, he decided to make a wooden music box for his wife.

However, ideals are full of hope, but reality is very skinny. The road to becoming an artist is always full of twists and turns. Not long after starting, he accidentally pricked his fingers several times.

But Xiao Ming was not discouraged. It didn't matter. Where there is a will, there is a way. As long as there is perseverance, nothing is difficult as long as you are willing to give up. If you really can't figure out this music box, you can just exchange it for another gift. Anyway, his wife didn't know about his original plan. True love paves the way. Will his wife care about what gift he gives?

Answer: I care.

[A sweet and loving couple.]

Does distance create beauty? No, distance only creates loneliness, creates mistresses, and ends love.

Wang Yiming was packing clothes for Lu Wanwan to change during her business trip, while humming and complaining.

"Wife, you've been away on business for a whole week. I can't help but miss you even before you left."

Lu Wanwan couldn't help laughing when she heard this. She walked behind Wang Yiming and put her arms around his waist. "There's nothing we can do about it. It's work-related. We can't just refuse to go."

When Wang Yiming heard this, his eyes rolled and he immediately turned around, looking at Lu Wanwan expectantly, and suggested, "Why don't you take me with you? That way we won't be separated for so long."

Lu Wanwan shook her head and refused with a smile, "No way, if you leave with me, the children will make a fuss. You stay home and take good care of the children. When I come back, I'll bring you something delicious."

Wang Yiming nodded somewhat disappointedly, but quickly cheered up, "Okay then, honey, when you come back..."

She was interrupted before she could finish her words. "Surprises are fine, but don't go too far." Lu Wanwan warned seriously.

Wang Yiming was stunned for a moment and asked doubtfully, "Huh? What's considered out of line? How could I possibly do something excessive?"

Lu Wanwan rolled her eyes at him. "Are you still pretending not to know? Last time we were trying to be romantic, you spread petals all over the room. How hard was it to clean up? Have you forgotten?"

Xiao Ming quickly retorted, "I'll clean it up! You don't even need me to."

Lu Wanwan sighed helplessly, "What about that smell? The whole house was filled with that floral scent, and it took almost a week to dissipate. In short, I absolutely cannot allow this to happen again this time!"

Although his wife was touched for a moment, he would definitely not dare to move in the future. Wang Yiming thought about it and decided to follow the leader's decision. "Oh, okay, honey, I will miss you. You must take time to think about me. Just a little bit of time every day will make me satisfied."

Lu Wanwan burst out laughing. "I miss you. I miss you all the time, okay?"

"Just barely enough."]

So, why should we make music boxes at work? Wang Yiming has his own reasons, because... this is a reasonable way to slack off without wasting time. If you slack off at work, you will earn money.

Knock, knock, knock. A series of crisp knocks suddenly came... Wang Yiming hurriedly picked up the newspaper next to him and covered all the messy tools and unfinished products on the table tightly.

Then he feigned calmness and called out, "Come in."

The door slowly opened, and Fu Ziling walked in with a smile on her face, lunch box in hand. She said softly, "Deputy Minister, this is the egg tart I made myself. Try it and see how it tastes."

"Egg tart? You made it?" Wang Yiming looked at the lunch box in front of him with some surprise. He was actually eating an egg tart?

Fu Ziling nodded and replied, "Yes, I made it specially for you to try." Then she opened the lunch box and put it on the table.

"Comrade Zi Ling, I didn't expect you to be such a great cook. I'll have to shamelessly try some." The moment Wang Yiming saw the egg tarts, his eyes lit up. He could definitely learn how to make them and surprise his wife the moment he saw her! Hahaha, it's nice to receive a pillow just when you're feeling sleepy.

Seeing Wang Yiming so happy, Fu Ziling urged him repeatedly, "Don't just watch, try it quickly! If you like it, I'll make it for you again."

Wang Yiming smiled a little embarrassedly, "How can I be so embarrassed? I'll just try one."

As he spoke, he gently took a bite of the egg tart, and his eyes lit up instantly. Yes, this was the taste. He couldn't help but give a thumbs up, "Not bad, quite good, Comrade Zi Ling. Um, would you mind writing down the production steps for me? I want to go back and study it. My family will definitely love it."

Upon hearing Wang Yiming's request, Fu Ziling nodded and agreed without hesitation, "Of course, as long as you like it. I'll write down the steps in detail for you later. By the way, I plan to research other flavors in a few days. When I'm done, I'll bring them over for you to try."

He went home and tried making the original flavor first. If the other flavors tasted good, he would make other flavors for his wife, and then make the normal flavor for everyone. When it comes to treating your lover, you must show preference in order to stand out. This plan makes him happy just thinking about it.

"Okay, let me thank Comrade Zi Ling first. As Minister Chen said, it tastes especially good when it's not eaten."

Fu Ziling's expression changed slightly, and after a pause, she slowly replied, "Uh...he, Minister Chen said he doesn't like sweets very much."

Wang Yiming nodded thoughtfully, expressing his understanding. "That's true. Boys don't like sweet food as much."

The two chatted for a while longer, with Wang Yiming telling her to ask Dou Zhihuan any questions she had, and to speak directly with Minister Chen about anything unclear. Fu Ziling instantly lost interest in the conversation and took the initiative to say, "Well, I'll be out now."

After saying that, she turned and left Wang Yiming's office.

The next day, the crisp and familiar knock on the door rang again, and Wang Yiming quickly and skillfully covered the equipment.

Fu Ziling opened the office door and walked in. "Deputy Minister, this is the milk tea I made myself. I brought it specially for you to try. It's called Dot Green." As she spoke, she placed the thermos on the table.

Wang Yiming stared at the thermos. "Green dots?"

"Well, try it now." Fu Ziling looked at Wang Yiming expectantly, eager to hear his evaluation.

Wang Yiming laughed and teased, "Comrade Ziling, please stop being so polite. It costs you money, time, and energy. If you keep going like this, I'll have to get Brother Chen and Zhihuan to pool their money to pay you."

Fu Ziling opened the thermos and pushed it forward. "It's okay. As long as you like it, I'm willing to make it for you. Try it."

Wang Yiming pointed to the pile of documents on the left side of the desk and said, "Okay, thank you. But I have some work to do right now. How about you put the milk tea here and drink it when I'm done?"

Fu Ziling didn't give up, but took a step closer, "No, you'd better drink it while it's hot. I'll watch you drink it from the side."

"...Ah!" Wang Yiming wondered if he was overthinking it. Why did he have to watch him drink?