A soft-waisted educated youth has sex with a loyal dog and a rough guy in the 1960s

Chapter 957 Running-in
After the party ended at night, Tang Mei took the children to wash and rest.

Lu Miao and Fu Jingyou washed the dishes in the kitchen and returned to their room.

At that time, Lu Miao didn't say anything because he had guests at home.

Now that the door was closed, she pushed him onto the kang, and then stood in front of him and asked:
"Are you hiding something from me? About work?"

"No."

Fu Jingyou coaxed her with a long voice, and took her hand to ask her to sit down on the kang with him.

Lu Miao pulled his hand back to prevent him from touching him, puffed up his face, frowned, and stared at him seriously for a long time.

Fu Jingyou looked up at her and assured her again and again:
"Not really."

It would be fine if he told the truth, but he still wants to get away with it after being asked several times.

Lu Miao's pretty face turned serious, and she turned around and opened the door of the closet.

Fu Jingyou saw her reaching into the bedding under the cupboard, clearly intending to send him to sleep in the small room.

He quickly stood up, hugged her from behind, held her angry hand and said submissively:
"Okay, tell me, can I? Don't be angry first..."

If he had said it at that time, Lu Miao would still be able to remain calm.

It was only after this commotion that he was willing to open his mouth. Lu Miao got angry and turned around and pushed him.

Fu Jingyou coaxed Lu Miao and stuck close to her.

Lu Miao punched him on the chest several times as if to vent his anger.

Fu Jingyou let her beat him, and at the end he grabbed her hand and kissed her on his lips.

With a little effort, he lifted her up onto his legs and sat them on the kang.

"Yes, there are some things, but they are all minor matters."

"Why can't you tell me about small things? You smell like cigarettes so badly, who are you trying to hide it from?"

Fu Jingyou often carries cigarettes with him, but he doesn't smoke much.

Once you smoke too much, you will definitely have some troubles.

Fu Jingyou neglected this point and was immediately caught by Lu Miao.

Lu Miao twisted his body and refused to let him hold him.

"Alright, alright, alright..." Fu Jingyou softened his tone, and hugged her into his arms, patting her back and smoothing her fur, then hugged her even tighter.

"They are really just small matters. I didn't mean to hide it from you. Aren't you busy these days? If I tell you, I'll make you worry about it too..."

"what happened!"

After Lu Miao asked repeatedly, Fu Jingyou had no choice but to tell the truth.

He was transferred to a large factory in Tianjin and worked as a workshop director.

There are several directors on the same floor.

In terms of age, he is the son or grandson of those directors, but he is the only one who enjoys the car benefit.

Perhaps it was because of the hostility that this created.

Or maybe he simply looked down on a junior like him who had reached this position at such a young age.

It may also have something to do with the fact that he was transferred from another factory.

In short, due to various factors, Fu Jingyou's work has not been going smoothly recently.

Fu Jingyou said it tactfully, but Lu Miao understood it immediately.

He was being bullied at work!

"Didn't you tell me? Your car is worthy of your title of director!"

"We don't care about these things when we work in the factory..."

Fu Jingyou had just finished speaking half a sentence in a deep voice when Lu Miao, with tears in her eyes, punched him on the chest twice again.

Lu Miao was really angry, helpless, and distressed.

Yes.

No one would emphasize that he or she is a section chief or director when working.

But are we just going to allow ourselves to be bullied and harassed?
Fu Jingyou continued to pat her back, coaxing her and saying:

"Maybe it's just the initial adjustment... let's work for a while and see."

Fu Jingyou didn't tell a lie just now.

For the same position in the factory, seniority is the most important.