Dude, get married?

Looking at his full schedule from Monday to Wednesday, Ai Quechen got up from the bed and sighed.

Sometimes he wonders, his father is still young now, can he go out for another two years while his father is young, and get a doctorate or something.

In the next few days, Ai Quechen was firmly trapped by the company's affairs. When he was free, it was already half a month later. During these days, he also thought about leaving the company's affairs behind. I went to the hospital to see Grandpa Ai, but every time he wanted to leave, he would always be caught by something. Since Father Ai handed over the power of the company to Ai Quechen, he became a primary school teacher in an elementary school. In normal times, I seldom have time to manage the company.

After approving the last document, Ai Quechen stretched his waist, exhaled lightly, and relaxed both mentally and physically. Only after this relaxation did he feel very tired.

"Xiao Ai, will you still work overtime tonight? If you don't work overtime, I will notify the secretary team to get off work."

"No overtime," Ai Quechen thought for a while and replied.

"Okay, then there will be a video conference tomorrow afternoon, and I will tell you when the time comes. You will be attending the celebration of your alma mater the morning after tomorrow, and Mr. Lu has already written your speech for you and sent it to your mailbox. This is The paper version of the materials I printed out for you, after participating in the school celebration activities, you told me to rest for three days, and I have already made time for you."

Ai Quechen's assistant is a talented student he dug from an ordinary university. At the beginning, both of them were fledglings, and no one was better than the other. He has become the sweet pastry that all major companies covet, and the former president Xiaobai has now become a business elite that many veterans in the mall are afraid of.

"What date is it in the lunar calendar now?" Ai Quechen frowned subconsciously when he heard the special assistant say this, but he still remembered that he told his mother that he would get married on the sixth day of next month.

"Today is the second day of the ninth lunar month."

"...Fuck!" After counting the days clearly, Ai Quechen felt as if he had been struck by lightning, and his whole body exploded. He kicked the desk irritably, and ended up hurting his thumb. After taking a breath, he frowned and looked at the unchanging special assistant and asked, "Tomorrow afternoon's video conference will be hosted by the vice president. I spend so much money to support him for nothing."

"..." That meeting was originally hosted by the vice president, but after reading the arrangement, you said that you hosted it yourself.

"Brother Zuo, tell me, can I find someone to marry in two days?"

Ai Quechen, who was indifferent when his special assistant saw him getting angry, calmed down and thought for a few minutes, then looked at his special assistant meanly and asked.

"..." Looking left and right at the president who suddenly became stupid at home, he sighed in his heart, but he was still so calm on the surface, "As long as you are not afraid of being beaten by your whole family, you can consider kidnapping someone to get married, or... You can also find someone to marry who only cares about your money, and you can get a divorce if you can't make it through...if you think it's okay."

"...You...you are fucking white and black," Ai Quechen looked at himself leisurely after saying his suggestion expressionlessly, and pointed at him angrily. The nose was speechless, "I am looking for someone who can live with me for the rest of my life."

"It's already one o'clock in the morning, President, go to sleep, there is everything in the dream," said, and gave Ai Quechen a white look from left to right, got up and turned to go outside, "I told them to get off work, the next five days You only need to attend the school celebration of your alma mater in the day, and there are no other activities."

"... Fuck! Left and right! I want to deduct your salary!"

"Okay, then I just take an annual leave and rest for half a year."

"Brother Zuo! Please spare me!"

"Cut~"

Hearing Ai Quechen wailing in the office from left to right, the corners of his lips curled up quietly, hum!Xiao Caiji teased him in front of him. He used to be blushed by that person, but now he knows that as long as he is shameless, others will definitely blush!

After telling other people about getting off work, he packed up his things and left. As soon as he got downstairs to call a car, he saw a very low-key supercar parked in front of him.

"boarding!"

"..." He picked up his briefcase from left to right, then opened the car door and sat in the co-pilot seat. He looked at the man in the driver's seat and raised his eyebrows, "Such a flamboyant car is not the type you like. .”

"...Don't you like it~ I just asked someone to rush to buy it today."

"……thanks."

Looking at the man who was wronged and didn't know it, he secretly smiled left and right, then reached out and rubbed his straight hair, "Let's go, I can take a day off tomorrow."

"Well," the man said very little.