Prodigal son

Qiao Jingan didn't have a chance to walk out of the school gate smoothly, because two teenagers with ragged clothes, messy hair and decadent expressions stopped him. He looked at the other's withered yellow hair like a chicken coop, and glanced at them sympathetically. It turns out that there are still people in such a developed world. It's a pity that they don't have enough to eat and don't wear warm clothes.

"Second Young Master, I heard that the boy from the Wang family provoked you last time, so let's go and avenge you," one of them kept bouncing his legs, looking angry.

I'm so hungry that I can't stand still, do I still want to be a thug to make money?Qiao Jingan shook his head in his heart, how miserable he is in this kind of society.So the rare and kind Qiao Ershao took out a handful of pink bills, which are said to be the largest denomination silver bills in the Celestial Dynasty. He remembered that Qiao Chen gave him a large stack, and there would be no problem if he took out a dozen of them. Putting the money into the hands of the two, Qiao Jingan frowned and said, "I don't need you to do anything, you take the money to eat." After speaking, he turned around and walked a few steps, then stopped and turned back, "As an upright Boy, even if it is for money, there is no need to do such things, you can do it yourself."

The two gangsters who had always followed Qiao Jingan looked at the stack of money in their hands with stiff faces, and then at the boy who was walking away. The yellow-haired boy asked his companion, "What does the second young master mean by that?"

"You're still from the Chinese department, you don't understand, and I don't even understand," the other put the money into his pocket, looked at the boy's back thoughtfully, and took a long time to spit out two words, "Damn it. "

"Then shall we still go to the Wang family boy?" The yellow-haired boy looked at the large amount of money in his hand, and he was still a little uneasy. Although Qiao Ershao was generous, he never gave them money for nothing.

"Look for Mao, you are a pig brain, didn't you hear that the second young master meant that we should not interfere?!" He knocked on the yellow-haired boy's brain and put his hand in his trouser pocket, "Let's go, I'm going to find a part-time job, will you go?"

The blond-haired boy gave him a stupid look, "Oh? Oh!" They don't seem to be short of money, what part-time jobs are they doing?

"Oh shit!" This time the yellow-haired boy was attacked on his calf.

"Second Young Master, are those troubles for you?" Seeing Er Young Master surrounded by two miscellaneous boys, the uncle driver hurriedly got out of the car to meet him, and was relieved when he saw Er Young Master walk out.

"No, they said they wanted to avenge me, but I saw that they were so poor that even their clothes were in tatters. I was worried that they would be knocked down before they could avenge me, so I let them go back." Qiao Jingan hugged He said with a smile on his face, "Don't worry about them, uncle driver."

The driver glanced at the two teenagers wearing beggar's clothes in the distance, and the corners of his eyebrows twitched. Second Young Master, you used to wear this kind of tattered clothes. You used to wear those clothes as personality. It became shabby.

The driver opened the door to let the young man get in the car first, and then opened the driver's door. He looked at the clean white-clothed young man in the rearview mirror, and his expression was momentarily dazed. Now the second young master really looks so cute, No wonder the young master started to pay attention to the second young master now.

Thinking of the young master calling 10 minutes ago to ask if he had received the second young master, the driver felt unreal, let alone him who had been a driver in Qiao's house for ten years, even people who just entered Qiao's house would know, The dispute between the two brothers of the Qiao family.

Qiao Jingan opened the book in his hand, which introduced the life stories of some famous writers in the feudal period of the Celestial Dynasty. When he saw the name Luoyang City, his expression was slightly startled, and he rubbed the three words. The scenery, the tall steel buildings, the endless traffic, the bustling crowd, there are no bright and talented singers, orchids who are good at dancing, and there are no romantic and unrestrained talents. This is not Luoyang City.

After dreaming for thousands of years, he bent his lips, not knowing what kind of dream this would be.

The phone rang, and it was a beautiful guqin piece. Because I heard it on the computer last night, I thought it was a good piece, so I asked my brother to help me make it into a ringtone.

Holding the small object called "mobile phone", he opened the cover and put it to his ear, the familiar male voice came from the mobile phone.

They were nothing more than caring words. Although the other party asked awkwardly and lacked tenderness, he considered himself a generous person, so naturally he would not mind the negligible rudeness of the other party.

"Courses are easy."

"The professor is also very good, but he lacks a bit of stability." Qiao Jing'an remembered the excited old man in the calligraphy class, and frowned, "Well, it's okay, I'm not asking for trouble."

The driver driving in front curled his mouth helplessly. Although he used to be worried that the two brothers would be at war when they met, as he had worked for the Qiao family for many years, but now he felt that the two brothers were too tired and crooked, and he didn't know who they were. What do you think, doesn't the Second Young Master want to have dinner with him every night? You can't wait until night to ask about such a trivial matter, but no matter how tired you are, it's better than fighting and hurting your relationship.

In the company, Shen Jun was standing outside the CEO's office, listening to his boss's rambunctiousness comparable to that of an old lady, he turned his head and saw the sales manager walking towards him with a bitter expression on his face.

Seeing Shen Jun, the manager of the sales department rushed to Shen Jun's side, smiled flatteringly, and asked in a low voice, "Secretary Shen, how is the president feeling today?"

Shen Jun made a quiet gesture, and leaned against the crack of the door to listen to the movement in the office.

"Well, don't run around when you get home, I'll have dinner when I get home."

"it is good."

Shen Jun straightened his back, straightened his collar, smiled and said to the sales manager behind him, "I just have something to report to the president, let's go in together."

The manager of the sales department suddenly realized that Secretary Shen, like himself, was also going to report on work. With the idea of ​​sharing more fire with his comrades in arms, the manager of the sales department followed Shen Jun into the office.

After knocking on the door and entering the house, the manager noticed that the president's face seemed to be in a good mood, and he was slightly relieved. Even if he died today, there would be a whole body.

After the two of them talked and reported their work, President Joe, who always kills people without blood, lightly tapped the tip of his right index finger on the table. The sad fate of returning to redo, the calm look of the president now really makes the sales manager very uncomfortable.

"Well, Shen Jun's report was well done," Qiao Chen finally spoke mercifully, and he glanced at the sales manager with an uneasy expression, "Your plan is still a bit lacking, take it back first, and correct it tomorrow. Leave it to me to see."

Shen Jun twitched his lips. In the past, when the plan was passed, he would get a "OK." Now it has been upgraded to "Not bad". Second Young Master, you are always my mascot, and I will burn incense for you when I get home.

After leaving the office, Shen Jun looked at the poor manager who seemed to be struck by lightning, and patted him on the shoulder sympathetically, "Just get used to it."

The manager looked at the smiling Shen Jun stiffly, and then said, "My girlfriend knows a very powerful warlock, why don't you come and show the president..."

Shen Jun sighed, and said earnestly, "Manager Zhang, the president is normal, there is no problem at all." The abnormal one is actually the second young master, and one day you will understand.

Since the second young master became abnormal, the president never came to work early, never left late, and did not easily deduct the salary of employees. He created a lot of benefits for the company's employees, and everyone's living standards have gradually improved. Perhaps in the near future, the company will continue to Ushering in a new and improved version of the president who will arrive late and leave early, and at the same time is expected to increase salary and benefits.Of course, the premise is that the second young master has been so abnormal. If one day the second young master becomes normal, the president's failure to upgrade will intensify the torment of these poor employees.

Shen Jun thought about it carefully, and felt that he had to burn incense not only to the second young master when he returned home today, but also to the gods of all parties. Please bless the second young master if he continues to be so abnormal.

So the sales manager went back to his office and still didn't understand what Secretary Shen's inscrutable expression meant. Could it be that the president was actually planning something?Thinking of this, he shivered all over his body. Looking at the schedule in his hand, it would be safer for him to work overtime today and revise the schedule.

At six o'clock in the afternoon, Qiao Chen got off work on time. Shen Jun looked at the CEO who was striding into the elevator, and pushed his glasses with the corners of his lips. It seemed that the second young master called the CEO home for dinner.

When Qiao Chen returned to the villa, Qiao Jingan was squatting in the garden by the side, fiddling with something. When he saw him, he stood up and smiled, "Brother, you're back."

"Well," from the corner of his eye, he turned to a small peach tree at the opponent's feet, and he raised his eyebrows, "Do you want to eat peaches?"

"Peach blossoms are beautiful when they are in bloom," Qiao Jingan said hesitantly, patting the dirt on his hands, "Brother, don't you like it?" He just remembered that his behavior was very rude, and he secretly moved his brother's garden and forgot Asking for his brother's opinion, how could he do such a disrespectful thing?

Qiao Chen glanced at the messy destroyed garden, and then at the gardener who tried his best to lower his sense of existence. What he wanted to blame turned into a helpless sigh when he saw Qiao Jingan's pale and disturbed face.

Stepping forward to pull Qiao Jingan out of the bushes, he frowned and said, "You've got mud all over your hands, and you haven't washed your hands. If you want to plant something in the future, just tell the housekeeper. It'll look like mud all over your body. "

Qiao Jingan looked at his muddy palms, raised the corners of his mouth, "I'll wash it right away." Then he made a gesture of invitation, and waited for Qiao Chen to walk in front, then followed him into the room with a smile on his face.

The gardener glanced at a certain precious flower that had been shoveled aside and had lost its vitality. Young master, your beloved flower has been destroyed by the second young master. What you care about is the second young master's health issues. Did you not see the destruction? Or do you only see Er Shao's hands covered in dirt?

The butler stood in a corner and looked at the messy garden. It seemed that the young master would not blame the second young master for his plan to rebuild the garden, so he "reluctantly" rebuilt the garden according to the second young master's wishes.

Young Master, don't say that I didn't take care of your beloved flower when the time comes.