CEO's Rabbit Routine

"Xiaoyuan, this is the taro cake I made for Mr. Wen. You can bring it to him after work. Hey, hey! Don't steal it, you still have yours in the kitchen. By the way, If Mr. Wen refuses to accept it again, then you can find a way to get him to accept it, and you are not allowed to take it home! Here, Mom is going to work, so go to work as soon as you are full. "

Realizing that her son wanted to steal the taro cake in the box, Mother Fang immediately picked up the chopsticks beside her and warned her son who had withdrawn his hands.

It has been almost half a month since she graduated from Zhang Xiaomiao's darning training class.

In the past half a month, just in the first few days when she started to undertake the business, she earned back the [-] yuan tuition fee for the training class.

Based on the business volume of at least 80 yuan per day, she can almost fully pay for her monthly medical expenses by herself. If the business is better, she can also subsidize some water, electricity and food expenses.

Thinking of not having to spend her son's salary in the future, Fang's mother was very grateful to Teacher Wen of the darning training class.

She used to help people mend some clothes and sheets, and it cost 50 yuan a day. This is not a job that can be done every day.

But ever since she learned the simplest imitation technique that Mr. Wen said, she found that after the introduction of an acquaintance, she was already overwhelmed with orders from residential buildings in the same community.

Therefore, even if the start time of the intermediate and advanced training classes that Teacher Wen said has not been fixed yet, she has already asked her son to sign up with Teacher Wen in advance.

Mother Fang has inquired with the Disabled Persons' Federation that the tuition fees for intermediate and advanced darning training classes in the future may cost more than five or six hundred yuan.

But even if it costs 1000 yuan for tuition, she still thinks it is worth the money.

After all, she can earn at least 3000 to [-] yuan a month just by returning from the elementary class.

If she continues to participate in training courses to improve her skills, maybe she can save some money for her son as a wife.

Tian Lian can see that her family Xiaoyuan is honest and reliable, and she is tall and strong with good facial features. If she is not dragged down by her disabled mother, she would have married a daughter-in-law a long time ago.

Anyway, now that she has a skill in self-defense and can earn money by herself, the life of the mother and son will definitely get better and better in the future.

"Mom! Assistant Wen said you don't have to be so polite. If someone in the company sees it at the same time, there will be some strange words. ... Cough, this is the last time. I won't bring it back to the company next time."

Fang Zhiyuan heard the words, and said the words of refusal in his mouth awkwardly, but honestly packed the box containing the taro cake with the thermal bag with both hands.

He actually understands that his mother always asks him to bring something to Assistant Wen during this time.

That is, he seemed to have done something wrong before, which made Assistant Wen uncomfortable.

Colleagues in the company rumored that he was pursuing Assistant Wen, so the boss asked him to ask him the truth about the matter, and finally asked him to apologize and clarify to Assistant Wen himself.

Fang Zhiyuan found it very strange. How could his colleagues misunderstand that he likes Assistant Wen?

Uh……

If, he said, if Assistant Wen was a woman, he might still have the courage to pursue her.

My fair lady, a gentleman is so good.

But Assistant Wen is a real man, how could he pursue him!

Alas, the world is declining, and people's hearts are not old.

People nowadays, their thoughts are really dirty.

"Okay, okay, Mom understands, I'm nagging. Let's go, go to work quickly.... Huh? Granny Li, you came here with a bag of clothes, do you want me to help you mend them?"

After listening to her son's words, Mother Fang impatiently waved him to get out of here.

Teacher Wen can be said to be their family's benefactor, so what if they send some food!

Hey, Xiaoyuan was rejected once or twice, so he couldn't bear the shame to go to Teacher Wen, what a way.

Boys, you have to be thick-skinned to get a wife.

Mother Fang slid her wheelchair to the door with a disgusted expression on her face. As soon as she opened the door, she saw Granny Li standing outside.

Yo, here comes another guest.

Seeing that there was a business coming automatically, she didn't care about her stupid son, so she quickly and politely called Granny Li in.

Forget it, making money matters.

As for Mr. Wen, in the future, she will just make food and give it away. Whether Mr. Wen can accept it depends on Xiaoyuan's ability.

The students of the second Zhang Xiaomiao's darning training class are about to graduate, but Wen Tu is not in a good mood to face his students at this time.

As Mr. Xu's personal assistant nanny, he has failed his duty.

There are thirty students in this session, which is half the number of students in the previous session.

In addition, the opening time of this class is very close to that of the previous class, so it can be said that he has been very busy in the past two months.

Especially with the sudden increase in the number of students and the approaching graduation, Wen Tu almost couldn't find time to meet his eldest nephew for dinner on a specific rest day.

Although there are no mistakes in the food delivery business on weekdays, it can only become a card delivery from time to time.

So, he was concerned about whether Mr. Xu had enough to eat, but he didn't notice that his eldest nephew started to feel unwell a few days ago.

Alas, Mr. Xu was originally a workaholic, and he didn't have a 13 figure for his physical condition.

Thinking "I can still stand it", I held it up, no, on this special rest day, Mr. Xu was so sick that he could only lie in bed and couldn't get up.

If Wen Tu hadn't found his eldest nephew's voice extremely hoarse and weak when he called his eldest nephew for dinner, he wouldn't have been sure that Mr. Xu was in a sick state now.

It's his fault, it's all because he put his mind on the darning training class and neglected his eldest nephew.

After deep introspection, he decided to discuss with the other party about the training class after Mr. Xu recovered. .

If one or two more darning teachers are not hired, the duration of Zhang Xiaomiao's darning training class will be extended to two months, and the class will start after one month after the completion of each session.

Since he doesn't have the ability to hold two jobs, and he can't give up either one, then Wen Tu has to make a choice.

Although helping the students is a very happy thing, Xu is always his only relative in China.

In comparison, he still chose the eldest nephew.

……

"Mr. Xu, I'll come over now. By the way, do you still have medicine at home? Or should I buy it at the pharmacy on the way here?"

Wen Tu was holding the mobile phone in his hand and asking about his eldest nephew, while searching the refrigerator for ingredients for the sick meal that he would cook in the mansion later.

He remembered that after the last meal appointment, Mr. Xu only had some white rice left at home, so he could cook some white porridge for him to nourish his stomach.

However, porridge alone is not enough. When my nephew gets better after taking the medicine, he must eat something else to supplement his nutrition.

well.

I just bought iron stick yam this morning, and I can cook a pot of warming yam soup.

"Cough cough, the medicine at home seems to have expired. Assistant Wen, please stop by the pharmacy to buy it when you come over. I'll open the door for you when you get home. Cough, cough, sorry, I'll hang up first .Wait, you remember to wear a mask, be careful that my disease is transmitted to you. "

Xu Mingyuan covered his mouth and couldn't help coughing a few times, and then he slowly remembered that the medicine at home had been put away for many years and he hadn't bought it again.

So, he had no choice but to ask Assistant Wen to buy some for him on the way.

Alas, if it weren't for Assistant Wen's insistence, he really didn't want the other party to come over and see his sluggish appearance.

In fact, it is also possible for him to order a takeaway and then ask the delivery boy to help him buy some medicine.

In the past, when he was sick, he survived alone.

Now that someone wants to come and take care of him, he is really not used to it.

"Yeah, I will remember to wear a mask. Mr. Xu, you should have a good sleep first, I will come over soon."

Hearing his nephew's weak tone, Wen Tu blamed himself more and more.

It's all his fault, Mr. Xu seems to be seriously ill this time.

Otherwise, he'd better stay overnight at his nephew's house tonight.

In case there is any problem at night, it is too late to deal with it.

The author has something to say:

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Gong Jun: Cough cough cough cough cough cough...

Tutu (blaming himself): Or, I'll stay overnight...to take care of you.

Gong Jun (plan to get): OK (^o^)/~