Wealthy wolf dog

Ji Xiayang has a childish temper, and he changes from moment to moment.

He was well-behaved and sensible just now, but now that he heard that he really wanted to participate in the work, he immediately shook his hands and stomped his feet and started spitting.

"I don't want it!" Ji Xiayang flattened his mouth and argued with him angrily, "My dad didn't ask me to do this!"

Really angry.The tone may not be so fierce, the voice may not be so loud, but the cheeks are puffed up and he is angry like a hamster.

Ling Ziqing looked at it and wanted to laugh, and calmly waited for Ji Xiayang to finish yelling before asking, "What did Director Ji ask you to do?"

"work!"

"What should I do at work?"

"He just said that he must come, and he can sit in the office and play on his mobile phone!"

"Okay, I'll call and ask."

Ling Ziqing took out his mobile phone, and really wanted to make a call to Mr. Ji.

Ji Xiayang was stunned, and rushed up to hold his hand, "No! He will scold me! Why are you so bad, they are the last to invite parents!"

Ling Ziqing almost couldn't help laughing when he heard "please parents".

"who are they?"

"The former assistant."

"What do you mean by the end?"

"..."

Ji Xiayang stopped talking and looked him up and down.

Ling Ziqing was puzzled, "Why are you looking at me?"

"You don't have high blood pressure, do you? Is your heart okay?"

"..."

Ling Ziqing understood without asking.

"Finally" was when those assistants were so angry by Young Master Ji that their blood pressure rose and their heart beat so fast that they were about to fall ill and go to the hospital.

The assistants that Mr. Ji sent before were all elders.Old, senior, and with a declining body.Like old man Ji, they like to talk about Ji Xiayang, and like old man Ji, they are so angry that they faint from time to time.

Ling Ziqing was young and calm, not to the point of getting dizzy.

Ji Xiayang thought so too, but just to be on the safe side, he asked again seriously.After all, some diseases also find young people, and it is not obvious from the outside.

Seeing Ji Xiayang being so serious, Ling Ziqing sighed secretly.

The skin is the skin, but the heart is not bad.

Ling Ziqing followed Ji Xiayang seriously, and replied solemnly, "No. Just say what you want."

Ji Xiayang immediately put away his worried face and gritted his teeth, "Then you are still called a parent! Don't talk about martial arts!"

Ling Ziqing was not in a hurry to snatch back the phone, and discussed, "It's okay if you don't call. You should first listen to what it's about work."

Ji Xiayang thought it over, and felt that it was okay to listen to boring work for a while.

No matter what, Ling Ziqing's gentle voice was much more pleasing to the ear than the angry cursing of Old Master Ji.

"Okay." Ji Xiayang sat back in his seat, waiting to listen with a stern face.

Isn't this still full of anger?

Somehow Ling Ziqing felt the joy of teasing the children, the corners of his lips twitched, and there was a real smile in his words, "The festival promotion is about to start, you, as the deputy general manager, should also contribute to it?"

Ji Xiayang pouted, "Isn't propaganda the job of the Propaganda Department?"

"You need to choose the program and monitor the implementation."

"Can't they do it themselves?"

"They're not as good as you."

"is it?"

Ji Xiayang is a person who can't stand compliments, and his complexion softens when he hears a good word.

Of course Ling Ziqing didn't think Ji Xiayang was so powerful, but he continued to talk in order to coax the "child".

"Actually, the vice president has to take care of more than just publicity. I'm afraid you're too tired, and it took a long time to help you reduce it to this point."

Thinking back, Ji Xiayang lowered his arms no longer as a defensive move, "Yes, they asked me to do more things before."

Ling Ziqing took the opportunity to sit closer, "You can help me too, okay?"

Ji Xiayang took a look and was a little confused, "It sounds so troublesome. I don't know anything, why..."

Ling Ziqing noticed that Ji Xiayang had a tendency to move away a little, so he quickly held Ji Xiayang's hand.

Ji Xiayang raised his head in bewilderment.

Ling Ziqing was still sincere, "You can do it, I believe in you."

Ji Xiayang's eyes widened.Shocked little eyes hurriedly avoided looking at each other, and fell on their overlapping hands.

Ling Ziqing thought he was upset, and was about to withdraw his hand, "Sorry, I..."

Ji Xiayang suddenly pressed the other hand up, and clenched both hands tightly, "It's okay, I also believe in myself!"

Ling Ziqing: "..."

Why does this sound so weird?

Ji Xiayang held him tightly, shaking him up and down like a handshake ceremony after forming an alliance, "That's it!"

Ling Ziqing felt that the force was too strong, and he kept smiling even when he was slightly uncomfortable, "Yeah."

Ji Xiayang warmed his hands, and he let go only when he was tired from shaking, "What am I going to do?"

Ling Ziqing got up, and took out the formal clothes prepared this morning from the cabinet, "Let's change first."

He really didn't want to see Ji Xiayang dangling in the office in that crumpled and dirty clothes.

When Ji Xiayang saw the new casual suit, he didn't feel so disgusted. He took it over and made gestures on his body, "Hey, it's different from before. It doesn't look like the old man's clothes."

Ling Ziqing felt helpless when he heard this description, "It wasn't the old man's clothes before, but the style was more traditional. This set is more casual, and the color is lighter. It can be matched with the cufflinks you bought before."

Ji Xiayang stopped looking at him and looked at him blankly, "I bought it?"

Ling Ziqing took out the box containing the cufflinks, "This is it. You ordered it but didn't pick it up, the shop assistant has been unable to contact you."

Ji Xiayang opened it, and when he saw the red lines on the cufflinks, he remembered, "Oh! My phone dropped into the pool at that time!"

The corner of Ling Ziqing's mouth twitched, and he selectively ignored the sentence, "It goes well with this suit. Go wash up and change into this suit."

Ji Xiayang didn't talk too much, "Hey, I'll go right away."

After finishing speaking, Ji Xiayang walked to the built-in lounge of the vice president's office familiarly, and didn't bother to close the door.

Ling Ziqing helped to close the door, and went back to the sofa to sort out the materials and think about how to tell Ji Xiayang.

Ji Xiayang quickly washed and changed, and was very excited to hang around in front of him, "Ha! I look good in anything I wear!"

Ling Ziqing praised her face, "Yes."

Ji Xiayang raised his hand pretentiously, showing his cuff buttons and dangling in front of his eyes, "Does it look like a secret weapon? biu~"

"..." Ling Ziqing tried hard to keep smiling, "Well, like."

Ji Xiayang shuddered, and suddenly noticed him, "Your tie is loose."

Only then did Ling Ziqing notice, "Oh, thank you."

Ji Xiayang stretched out his hand one step ahead of him, "I'll help you."

Ling Ziqing didn't want to go to the mirror to tidy up, so he accepted Ji Xiayang's enthusiastic help.

however……

Ji Xiayang untied his tie very skillfully, then held it in his hand and stared at it.

Seeing that Ji Xiayang's ears were gradually turning red, Ling Ziqing was even more puzzled, "How did you untie it for me?"

Ji Xiayang was like waking up from a big dream, holding the tie in both hands and presenting it to him, "I'm sorry!"

Just a tie, what about it?

Ling Ziqing didn't understand why Ji Xiayang had such a reaction, but he didn't want to talk about it.

He took back his tie and started to get down to business: "The publicity preparations for the holiday promotion project are coming to an end, we shouldn't interfere too much, just add a small item and then assist in the development."

Ji Xiayang sat back on the sofa, deliberately leaving a person's width between them, "Oh... What exactly are you going to do?"

"Fix the booth in Mingfeng Plaza."

"How to do it?"

"Talk to the person in charge."

"When?"

"Friday."

Ji Xiayang laughed all of a sudden, "It's still early, today..."

Ling Ziqing ruthlessly broke Ji Xiayang's lazy fantasy, "We must start preparing now."

Ji Xiayang lost his face, "What are you preparing? Isn't it enough to rent the booth?"

"Mingfeng Plaza is one of the busiest business districts, and holiday promotions are a good time for all businesses to snatch them up. It's not that easy."

"It's so popular, is it our turn?"

Ling Ziqing put down the materials and looked at Ji Xiayang with a smile.

Ji Xiayang turned his head when he couldn't hear the answer, and was facing a pair of beautiful smiling eyes.He suddenly thought of the words "the more beautiful the more dangerous", he straightened his waist even more, and his whole body tensed up, "What, why?"

Ling Ziqing didn't care why Ji Xiayang stuttered in fright, and reminded, "You search Mingfeng Square."

Ji Xiayang was puzzled, picked up his mobile phone to search and found the answer, "Ah, Mingfeng Square is the site of Weijing Group..."

Ling Ziqing remembered the friendly relationship between Weijing Group's second young master and Ji Xiayang, "Well, it's from your son's family."

Ji Xiayang sighed leisurely, "I am his fake father, and the person in charge of Mingfeng Plaza is his real brother."

"do you know?"

"Well, I've been beaten before."

"..."

It is indeed acquaintance.

Ling Ziqing didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but he still led Ji Xiayang to think positively, "It's more convenient to talk to acquaintances."

Ji Xiayang was not happy, "I won't go. He doesn't like me, why should I put my hot face on his cold ass?"

Ling Ziqing came up with another option, "New business exhibitions are also fine. You can post strangers' cold butts."

Ji Xiayang gritted his teeth, "Can't I not post it!"

Ling Ziqing picked up the phone, "I'll ask Director Ji."

Ji Xiayang rushed over, stretched out his arms to hold his hand, and then lay still on the sofa in this position, "Okay, okay, I'll go. At worst, he will beat you up!"

Ling Ziqing looked at Ji Xiayang, who was lying on the sofa very close, and his eyes wandered around the soft and soft hair.

The distance that can be touched by reaching out...

No, how can you touch someone's head for no reason.

Ling Ziqing regained his composure and continued, "Get ready first. Mr. Wei may ask you some questions about the products."

Ji Xiayang turned around slowly, stared at the ceiling and said weakly, "Okay, let me try, it won't be more difficult than when he was taking the math test back then."

Ling Ziqing was surprised, "He asked you math problems?"

Ji Xiayang closed his eyes, with a rare sadness on his face, "Well, Wei Chengwei and I wanted to copy his old math papers. When we borrowed them, we said they were for studying. When we returned them, he asked several questions..."

Ling Ziqing guessed the ending, "You didn't answer?"

"Yeah, we said we forgot."

"and then?"

"I was caught cramming all night. I was beaten if I didn't do it right, woo woo woo..."

Ji Xiayang covered his face and pretended to cry, his voice was muffled and soft but pleasant.

Ling Ziqing wanted to pat his head again.

But he held back, and stopped reminding in a calm and calm tone, "What will happen if you don't answer well this time?"

Ji Xiayang sat up all of a sudden, "Where do I start to learn?"

Ling Ziqing handed over a large folder, "Read this first."

Ji Xiayang opened it, and was dissatisfied after reading two pages, "Why is it still a math problem?"

"That's the report."

"can't read."

"I'll tell you slowly."

Ling Ziqing walked over and explained to Ji Xiayang one by one.

Ji Xiayang yawned after listening for a while, "Ziqing, I have another way."

"what?"

"Which person in charge is more lustful? I can use beauty tricks."

It actually went astray to the level of immorality.

Ling Ziqing was quite serious about this, he frowned and slapped the table, "Don't talk nonsense!"

Ji Xiayang was really frightened, with a terrified expression on his face.

Ling Ziqing was satisfied and prepared to teach well.

Ji Xiayang wasn't terrified because he was afraid of him, "If you push so hard, your hands must hurt!"

Ling Ziqing: "..."

He doesn't hurt, but wants to hit someone.

As if Ji Xiayang didn't know his anger, he took the pillow behind him and put it on the table, "Shoot this next time."

Ling Ziqing was slightly taken aback, and looked down, facing Shang Ji Xiayang's pure, clear and concerned eyes.

His full of anger melted in his watery eyes.He didn't want to hit anyone, but he wanted to ruffle Ji Xiayang's hair and praise him for being good.

Ling Ziqing could only sigh, helpless.

For the sake of cuteness, forget it.