After kicking the slag attack, he was watched by the boss

Fu Wenyuan chewed a bowl of chicken shredded noodles without taste, and put down his chopsticks after taking two bites.

Xie Shan's heart skipped a beat, and he knew it was about to start again.

Fu Wenyuan began to pick on the outrageous details such as whether the taste was salty or sweet, the thickness of the noodles was wrong, and so on.

He has the problem of finding faults and being furious before, but it doesn't happen often. Who would have thought that after losing his memory, it will become more and more outrageous. Xie Shan hypnotizes himself by looking at the high salary table every day to bear it again and again.

Fu Wenyuan turned on the phone habitually, and opened the chat interface with Ye Rong with his fingers uncontrollably.

It's already nine o'clock and you haven't gotten up yet? Why hasn't the good morning message been posted yet?

The content of the chat between him and Ye Rong is always talking to himself, greeting and sharing interesting things in life every day.

Fu Wenyuan watched it every time, but never replied with restraint.

Fu Wenyuan tapped his fingers on the table, staring at Xie Shan without speaking.

Sensing Fu Wenyuan's scorching gaze, Xie Shan raised his head in doubt. After so many years by this master's side, Xie Shan could somewhat figure out his temper.

Xie Shan tentatively asked, "Let Manager Wang discuss the land in Beiwan?"

The corners of Fu Wenyuan's mouth flattened, obviously dissatisfied.

Xie Shan said conscientiously again: "The acquisition plan will be kicked out by the end of this month."

Fu Wenyuan's face was blunt, as if Xie Shan would let him go without a wink.

Xie Shan was slandering, but inadvertently caught a glimpse of the screen on his mobile phone on the table, and suddenly Fu Zhi's mind suddenly realized, and he quickly changed his words and gave a qualified answer: "I heard that Mr. Ye was discharged from the hospital today, and he is probably busy at the moment. "

Fu Wenyuan snorted softly, finally looked away, went back and looked up the messages Ye Rong sent a few days ago, and said lightly: "Tell me what he does, am I familiar with him?"

Xie Shan: "..." Well, as long as you are happy.

Fu Wenyuan looked at him for a while, then clicked on his profile picture and looked through his circle of friends one by one.

Ye Rong doesn't post much in Moments, and he is rarely as enthusiastic about sharing as he is chatting with himself. Most of them are job advertisements.

He saw that Ye Rong's latest circle of friends turned out to be a job-seeking message. Ye Rong's skill tree is very full, and he can do some trivial things, and it is not a problem to take on small jobs occasionally to make ends meet.

However, Fu Wenyuan's first reaction was that he had just recovered and was still messing around here.

With a gloomy expression, he asked Xie Shan casually, "Isn't it a lot of work for you in the company at home?"

Eunuch Xie, who speculated on the holy will, said neither humble nor overbearing: "It's not hard, the husband's business is my business, no, it is more important than my business."

Fu Wenyuan, who just wanted to sigh that rotten wood is indestructible, picked up his mobile phone to cover his face, thought seriously and concentrated on typing, and took the time to reply him: "I think you are working hard."

Xie Shan: "..." Okay, you want to think about it.

So Fu Wenyuan rarely posted a circle of friends, recruiting a housekeeper, and setting it to be visible to only one person.

He ordered Xie Shan to go down and vacate a guest room, he called him back halfway there, and asked vaguely to clean up the room next to his bedroom.

Xie Shan finds it incredible that Fu Wenyuan, who is obsessed with cleanliness and hates noise, is willing to let people live so close to him?

Unless this person is Ye Rong.

Wait, no...it's not impossible.

Xie Shan turned his head and watched Fu Wenyuan's face suddenly beaming with joy as if the sky had cleared after the rain, and then began to type quickly with his fingers, but stopped halfway through, pinching his watch and patiently waiting for a while before restarting to send messages.

Xie Shan, who was witnessing everything silently, shook his head inscrutably. He couldn't help but think of the stupid things that Fu Wenyuan had done a long time ago.

I didn't expect people to lose their memory, and again, the devil still couldn't escape Ye Rong, the insurmountable Wuzhi Mountain.

It's about fate.

Xie Shan was thinking like this, sighing as if resigned to his fate, and went up to be a bed maid.