Raise your wife to be the richest man

Chapter 22 Great Artifact 【Seek further reading, monthly pass】

Work is the same as applauding. Every time it comes to the end, I can always squeeze out the remaining strength.

For the last part of the work, everyone put in all their energy and finished it quickly without sparing any energy, and then it seemed as if they had exhausted their energy, and everyone was too lazy to touch their notebooks anymore.

With a tired smile, the hardest Pharaoh even fell asleep lying down in this place, even if he pressed it once a day, he couldn't reduce his fatigue.

At the very beginning, Fat Brother chatted with the lady technician, asking when he made his debut, where he was from, and how about a month's salary.

Later, I stopped talking, my brain was exhausted too much, it was like a chain reaction, and my body was also exhausted.

Song Ci felt very tired these days, helping to type codes, check bugs, and help with work that could be done. If it weren't for the large overtime pay that the boss said, Song Ci would have run away.

I came out to relax, not 007.

All in all, he still deeply realized that money may not be loved, but it cannot be without it. It costs one yuan and five dollars to buy a steamed stuffed bun, not to mention poetry and distant places that he wants to go to.

"It's finally finished!" Song Ci yawned and rubbed his messy hair.

Now Song Ci looks a bit like a programmer, with disheveled hair, listless face, and a little bit of dark circles under his eyes.

The main reason is the grunting sound of Fat Brother and Brother Wang, which is like thunder. There is sound when exhaling, and there is sound when panting. Every night when the two of them snore one after another, listening to the sound of frogs is simply a kind of torment.

If you want to close it next time, don't live in the same room with them.

"You can arrange the rest time by yourself, and spend more time with your partner these few days. If you have any emotions, please calm down." The fat man leaned on the chair and replied: "The boss will pay more overtime pay, which is regarded as giving your partner apology fee."

The boss is still so particular.

Needless to say, Brother Wang also has this money, and even Brother Wang's insurance is the highest in the company, just because he is the oldest, and the boss has planned ahead.

Busy for the past few days, Song Ci watched Brother Wang typing on the keyboard several times, and fell asleep from sleepiness, just for a moment, and fell asleep. Song Ci even tried Brother Wang's breathing for the first time.

"My partner didn't say anything, I explained it to her in advance." Song Ci said: "I'm done with work, so I'll take a good rest these days."

Sleep soundly, and the sky is dark.

This is Song Ci's biggest idea, to recover his spirits, the consumption of the past few days is like going on a honeymoon, and there is no time to make up for it.

I don't know how much the boss can earn, but the money spent on them is indeed a lot.

It's almost time to rest, and everyone started to pack their own things. The boss has arranged a table of delicious dishes, and everyone will go back to their respective homes after eating.

After arriving at the hotel, everyone went to soak in a hot spring.

"Wo Cao, Xiao Song, are you fake?" Old Wang looked at Song Ci dumbfounded.

Several other colleagues also stared at him dumbfounded.

"Xiao Song, your girlfriend doesn't get angry, is she afraid of being beaten?" Brother Ming Kukuku laughed.

Song Ci sat in the soup pool, put his hands flat, let the hot water submerge up to his neck, and let out a comfortable snort.

Several people:"."

Song Ci felt sour, but the boss paid the money,
This little episode passed quickly, and they all began to soak in the hot spring wholeheartedly, and tacitly stopped mentioning it.

"Fatty, tell Ge Ge, don't fall asleep in the hot spring, and eat later." President Yuan arranged.

Fat Brother didn't know which tendon was wrong, so he directly opened a video.

Ding, hung up.

"Fatty, are you seriously ill? Believe it or not, I will perform another operation on you and uproot you." Sister Ge's roar came from the voice just sent.

Fat Brother was embarrassed, and told her to remember to eat, and threw the phone aside.

After soaking for a long time, Song Ci felt that his skin was wrinkled, so everyone stood up and went back to the dressing room to change.

"True or false! The standby state is so unscientific." Brother Ming muttered to himself.

Fat brother pushed him a bit, telling him not to be so perverted, and it's not like he didn't have one, it's up to him to go home and study himself.

"Xiao Song, is it inconvenient?" Old Wang asked.

Song Ci: "."

Can you stop asking these weird questions?

I don't think about whether others can bear it or not. Although I am used to this kind of discrimination, I still have some resistance.He knew since he was in junior high school that if he is different, he will always be excluded. He is the one who is excluded, and no one wants to go to the bathroom with him.

"It's okay, just don't buy leggings." Song Ci quickly got dressed and was the first to leave the dressing room.

Old Wu lowered his head and sighed slightly.

How inferior.

During the meal, Song Ci still didn't drink. He is a well-known double standard. So far, he has only drank with Tang Shi, Liu Piaopiao doesn't count.

A table of delicious food is indeed delicious. The boss is detail-oriented. Most people can't fault the things he does. He has a high EQ, which is similar to their IQ.

"It's all hard food, eat and drink enough, everyone has worked hard these days, and the development allowance will be in place in the evening." The boss raised the cup, and everyone made one together.

If there is nothing extra, I started to move my chopsticks.

Song Ci ate a grouper by himself, and the others just focused on eating and drinking occasionally. The atmosphere was relaxed but hands were tense.

All the people he met were cooks, and Song Ci felt that he had also been assimilated.

After eating and drinking enough, everyone greeted each other a few words and then dispersed. It was not their technical posts that had to work overtime, but the service posts. At least Song Ci could rest.

After taking a taxi, Song Ci sat in the back row, watching the city's first lights, those unfamiliar buildings and streets passing by in his eyes.

In this city, he felt that he still had an anchor.

Even in that small rental house, there are still people he can care about occasionally, at least they are not rootless. Although the words are a bit far-fetched, for him, it can be said.

Every night, I would chat with Tang Shi. Although it was a bit dry, I was still chatting. Song Ci didn't want to consume the feeling from last time, but I have to admit that it did consume some.

Originally, if it was not closed, Song Ci felt that it could go further, at least, there should be something more.

grudge!

Thinking about his own affairs along the way, when Song Ci was still in a daze, the taxi driver was already asking him where would be a better place.

After recovering, he pointed to a location, Song Ci paid and got off the car, and said thank you.

Carrying a notebook, carrying a bag, walking into the small street, there are many supper stalls at night, the meat rolling on the grill is sizzling, and the aroma of the spices being roasted goes straight into the nose.

Frying, steaming, frying and cooking, all kinds of late-night snacks, one after another, spread to the street, all kinds of smells will not stop invading you along the way.

He was really full after eating in the hotel, otherwise Song Ci would have to buy something to satisfy his hunger.

Food, beautiful scenery, and beauties are all things that cannot be let down. The former can have many, while the latter can only have one.

If you don't want to go to sea, go ashore steadily.

"Finally I'm back." Song Ci stood at the entrance of the alley in front of the small courtyard. There was an extra aunt selling socks at the place where Tang Shi usually set up a stall. Tang Shi didn't have a stall today.

She usually sells green plants once a few days, and then sells other products. She is busy making money, doing whatever she wants to make money, but she didn't listen to her to unload the goods.

Hard work is hard work. Song Ci admires her very much, that is, Tang Shi is really able to endure hardships, and does not complain about life, but instead faces life with an optimistic and positive attitude.

Song Ci had just arrived at the big iron gate, and he could see the small courtyard clearly at a glance. He glanced at the courtyard from the corner of his eye, and happened to see that familiar shadow.

At that moment, Song Ci felt as if his heart had settled down.

It's like a ship seeing a lighthouse, no matter how strange this city is, there is still a different person.

Unable to help, Song Ci laughed quietly.

　Sorry everyone, fell asleep in the last half hour yesterday.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)