After Rebirth, I Am the White Moonlight of All The Big Brothers

Jiang Fuyue: "I see clearly."

"Okay, try it." Xie Dingyuan pulled his hand away and backed away.

His eyes were glued to her, and he lingered, until—

"Is that so?" Jiang Fuyue turned around and held the paper up.

There is a surname on it - Jiang.

"Yeah." The man nodded, "Your writing brush will look better."

Jiang Fuyue raised her eyebrows, this man's eyes were poisonous.

Didn't she practice calligraphy in her last life?

Jiang Fuyue drew the word "thank you" again, not to mention, this pen really feels different when using it.

"Well, give it back to you." She handed it over.

Xie Dingyuan took the pen and sat back to his original seat, and the two began to work hard.

Half an hour later, when the summary is finished, the man sits up straight and closes his pen.

Jiang Fuyue's eyes were fixed on the screen and did not move away. When he saw his movement from the corner of his eye, he said quietly, "I still have a quarter of an hour."

"No hurry, take your time."

A quarter of an hour later, Jiang Fuyue was over, and the two of them were doing the rest of the finishing work at the same time.

She was in charge of tidying up the lab bench and turning off the computer.

Xie Dingyuan checked the power supply, instruments, doors and windows.

Before leaving, he carefully pulled the main gate.

Jiang Fuyue is not surprised that he is strict as always, and if time permits, he will even check it from beginning to end.

"gone."

As before, Xie Dingyuan sent her to the door of the house, and after seeing her go in, he turned around and left.

Passing by the front of his house, he suddenly bumped into Lao Zhang Jie Zhong Zian after school, and the two sides met face to face.

"Uncle Zhang! Open the door!"

pat-

The central control lock was opened, Zhong Ziang got out of the car and ran towards Xie Dingyuan.

"Uncle, I've caught you now! Hehe... If you let the third aunt know that you didn't enter the house, how would she react?"

"Zhong Ziang, I see your skin is itchy again."

The young man shrank his neck and jumped two steps away with fear: "Don't scare me! The third aunt is still there, try to touch me?"

Xie Dingyuan looked sideways coldly: "Third sister will return to the imperial capital the day after tomorrow."

Zhong Ziang: "..."

"Step aside."

Would he dare to let it go?

The feet had moved away, and suddenly—

"Angang? Why are you standing at the door not going in, and blocking other people's cars?" Xie Yunlan came over.

The next second, his eyes widened suddenly: "Xiao Jiu?!"

Xie Dingyuan: "...Third sister."

"Are you done? Hurry up, drive in and park the car first, why don't you know to make a phone call first? I'll let Mama Liu cook a few more dishes..."

There was no way, Xie Dingyuan could only drive in the car, and people naturally wanted to stay.

Fortunately, I made it clear before, and Xie Yunlan didn't want to match him with Zhuang Yawen again.

Zhong Ziang wanted to see his uncle's joke originally, but he didn't expect Xie Yunlan to say nothing.

Zhong Ziang: "?"

Are you ready to introduce the object?

...

Jiang Fuyue asked for leave the next day.

Xie Dingyuan didn't pick her up and drove to the company early.

Not only did he wear a suit and trousers today, but his tie was also meticulously tied. When he appeared on the board of directors, everyone stood up unconsciously——

"Thank you Dong."

That's right, he doesn't plan to go to the laboratory today, and occasionally switch the identity of the boss.

Well, in fact, the files are piled up in hills, and he needs to focus on processing.

...

However, Jiang Fuyue went out after having breakfast.

Walking out of the community, across the road, a black Honda parked on the side of the road.

She opened the car door and sat in.

The driver is Liu Jinzhong's confidant, so he called out respectfully, "Miss."

"Well, let's drive."

Honda galloped all the way, and finally stopped at the back door of Yufeng Kitchen.

After Jiang Fuyue went in, he went straight up to the second floor, and Liu Jinzhong was already waiting at the entrance of the stairs.

"Miss, you are here."

"Uncle Liu."

When the two entered the office, Liu Jinzhong took a step behind and took it to the door.

In the blink of an eye, Jiang Fuyue had already sat behind the desk, with three stacks of documents in front of her.

"so much?"

"Yufeng Group, KT Company, and the documents that Yufeng Real Estate needs to sign in the last month are all here."

The corner of Jiang Fuyue's mouth twitched, she picked up the pen resignedly, and made a sudden movement: "Uncle Liu, do you have a pen?"

"Ah? Yes, the drawer on the left is full of ink."

Jiang Fuyue picked up one at random, weighed it, and it was full of weight.

That's it.

Today's Jiang Fuyue also switched to the helm of the group with the status of overlord.

At one o'clock in the afternoon, the three stacks of documents were finally razed. During this period, Liu Jinzhong came in and asked if he wanted to eat first, but Jiang Fuyue refused.

Now that nothing has happened, she felt hungry.

Liu Jinzhong hurriedly called the first floor to arrange lunch for her.

"No need to bring it up, I'll go down."

A quarter of an hour later, Jiang Fuyue sat in an inconspicuous corner of the restaurant, quietly tasting the food.

Just when she was about to finish eating, an inexplicable familiar figure pushed in the door.

There was a young woman in his arms.

"Mr. Jiang, shall we eat here?"

Jiang Hua nodded: "Yes."

The woman's curious eyes looked around, and what she saw was exquisite and gorgeous she had never seen before: "But I heard that this restaurant is difficult to make reservations..."

Just then the waiter stepped forward: "Sir, do you have an appointment?"

Jiang Hua reported a number, the tough jaw line has an inexplicable arrogance and coldness, and the woman looks at it and admires it even more.

Waiter: "Mr. Jiang? Please come with me."

Jiang Hua and the woman were taken to their seats, and the next step was to order and serve food.

During the period, the woman was tired of saying something in the man's arms, and Jiang Hua echoed it from time to time, and he smiled and grabbed the woman's hand and kissed it, causing the woman to be shy and her cheeks flushed.

Jiang Fuyue watched this scene with great interest. Through a single-sided screen, she could have a panoramic view of their every move, but she could not see her from Jiang Hua's position.

Unexpectedly, her second uncle usually pretends to be serious and serious, and is quite bold in private.

In such a short time, the woman had fallen softly into his arms, gasping for breath.

tsk...

I don't know if Yang Jinqiu has ever seen such a... unruly side of her husband.

Jiang Fuyue took out a tissue to wipe her mouth, then got up and left, and went up to the second floor.

As long as Jiang Hua doesn't bully her, other things naturally have nothing to do with her.

"Sir, your dishes are ready." The waiter told him with a smile, then turned and left.

"Stop making trouble, sit down." Jiang Hua coughed lightly.

The woman then reluctantly withdrew from his arms, sat up straight, and set her eyes on the dishes in front of her.

"What is this?" She picked up the chopsticks and poked it.

Jiang Hua: "You'll know if you taste it."

"...Delicious! It looks like yam?"

"Yeah. The broth boils the yam until it melts, then adds bird's nest, wolfberry, and finally uses a pumpkin to support the base, and steam for two minutes."

The woman was surprised: "How do you know so clearly?"

Jiang Hua gave a meal: "...I have eaten before."

"Oh." The woman nodded and rolled her eyes, "Then next time I will cook it for you at home, okay?"

The man lowered his eyelids, put a chopstick into his mouth, and said lightly: "No need, you don't make it this way."

The woman pursed her lips and stopped talking, her peach blossom eyes glowed with grievances, glittering and glittering.

Jiang Huafu raised his head, stunned, and soon softened his heart: "You said that you can only have a leisurely life, why bother with that leisure? I don't want a little cook who can cook..."

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