Hundreds of millions of pets: BOSS marriage addiction addiction

Chapter 34 You Fuck The Sheets, I Tighten Your Belt?
Nan Jin looked at him angrily, "Tong Junhao, can't you knock on the door before you enter?"

"You entered your bedroom and knocked?" Tong Junhao raised his eyebrows.

"..." God knows how much she wanted to yell at this man, get out!
Glaring at him bitterly, Nan Jin put on her jacket neatly, all her anger turned into a powerless sentence the moment she turned around, "Let's go!"

Looking at the slumped little face, Tong Junhao unconsciously reached out and stroked the back of her head, her long hair was casually draped behind her, and even Nan Jin didn't even comb it in order to embarrass Tong Junhao. coming.

As always, she took Nan Jin's hand out of the president's office, and walked towards the elevator in the middle of the corridor. When passing by the secretary's desk, Nan Jin clearly felt that Du Lerong's breathing was stagnant, and there was something more in her eyes.

"Tong Junhao, you will really make me an enemy!" Nan Jin snorted, not doing bad things, not afraid of ghosts knocking on the door, but being remembered for no reason, this feeling is really not ordinary aggrieved.

The man beside him snorted, "Don't forget that one of your responsibilities is to prevent any woman from entering within a one-meter radius of me."

"Hey, is it possible that when you want to sleep with other women, I have to tighten your belt, Tong Junhao, you have to do your job, or do you think I can really stop you if you want to sleep with other women? "

Small palm-sized | His face was full of sarcasm, his eyes slowly slid across his waist, looking at the belt covered by his coat, "If Mr. Tong is really so sure that he won't have sex with any other man or woman in marriage For intimate contact, the belt can be turned into a fingerprint recognition system."

Tong Junhao was taken aback, rather dumbfounded, didn't he always look for her every time he went to the bathroom?
"Madame is so clever, what a great idea!"

Nan Jin: "..." This masochist! o(一＾一+)o
"Then I'll hang a sign on your body tomorrow that says 'Women please consciously keep a distance of two meters from me', how about it?"

"If you're happy, I'm free."

"It seems that I really have to tighten your belt." Nan Jin shook her head, as if she couldn't stand him anymore.

Looking at Nan Jin's tangled little face in the mirror, feeling resentful and self-inflicted, Tong Junhao lowered his head involuntarily, and kissed her hair, "Good boy."

Unexpectedly, the elevator door just opened, so the scene of Nan Jin avoiding Tong Junhao awkwardly and kissing with a smile fell on many people's eyes.

Nan Jin was speechless again.

Noticing the astonished gazes of others, she glared at Tong Junhao even more angrily. The latter took her hand and walked out of the elevator as usual. Someone immediately bowed to them, "President."

Did not hear the next two words, Tong Junhao frowned, stopped, took Nan Jin's hand and put it on her waist, casually put it in his arms, "This is my wife, Nan Jin. "

So, everyone bowed again and said to Nan Jin, "Ma'am."

"..." Speechlessly glanced at Tong Junhao, Nan Jin nodded slightly, "Hello."

Tong Junhao took Nan Jin away in satisfaction, leaving a group of subordinates standing there and discussing, "It turns out that the president's wife is so beautiful!"

"Yeah, yeah, it's very easy-going."

"Did you see that the relationship between the president and his wife is very good!"

"..."

While discussing, the elevator door opened silently. When Du Lerong's delicate makeup heard these words, the blood color faded little by little, and his face was replaced by a pale face, "What are you talking about?"

Upon hearing Du Lerong's voice, the employees who were discussing a lot were stunned at the same time, and laughed awkwardly, "So it's Secretary Du, it's nothing, it's nothing."

The people who were gathered just now dispersed in a rush, and Du Lerong endured the pain in his eyes, straightened his back and strode away.

Tong Junhao didn't take Nan Jin home for dinner, but went to a western restaurant where a seat had already been reserved. Ironically, the seat was booked by Du Lerong, of course Nan Jin didn't know.

Her apricot eyes flashed, and Nan Jin glanced at the empty piano in the restaurant, and of course she didn't miss the sign for pianists posted on the door of the restaurant.

Sitting down on the seat, ordering food casually, Nan Jin sat with her chin propped up, feeling itchy in her heart, "Tong Junhao, I want to discuss something with you."

"Say."

"I think, I want to find a job." Nan Jin carefully looked at his face. People like Tong Junhao probably don't want his wife to show his face.

As expected, Tong Junhao frowned, glanced at her, and said patiently, "What job?"

Nan Jin carefully judged that he didn't mean to get angry, and pointed to the piano in the restaurant, "I want to be a pianist, can I?"

Thinking of something, Tong Junhao suddenly smiled, "Being a pianist in a restaurant?"

Tong Junhao didn't mean to be sarcastic, but Nan Jin felt a little more contemptuous when he heard it. He pouted, and Nan Jin puffed out his chest, "What's wrong with being a pianist in a restaurant? This is also a job. Zhou Prime Minister Grandpa said, we all have to serve the people well. You are the president, you are the people’s servant, and I am the pianist in the small restaurant, and I am also the people’s servant. This is just a different division of labor in the revolution, both of which are in the revolutionary cause the part that can not be lost."

While speaking, he still had a bit of arrogance, and his big eyes were shining brightly. Tong Junhao unconsciously bent the corners of his lips, and subconsciously said, "If there is a better job, would you like it?"

"A better job?" Nan Jin raised her eyebrows, with a questioning expression on her face.

"For example, there is a drama in the company, which happens to lack a professional pianist." After taking a sip of coffee, Tong Junhao said indifferently.

"...Being, being an entertainer? Acting?" Nan Jin's brain was a little overwhelmed.

Although her dream is to be a pianist and one day hold a recital exclusively for herself in a place like the Golden Hall, but now, she is going to develop in the direction of an artist?
"Since your goal in life is to be an admirable pianist, what's wrong with acting now? Don't you know how to compose music? Don't you think I can't protect you with my current ability?"

When Tong Junhao was talking, lunch had already been served, so he simply stopped talking, picked up the knife and fork and started eating, which actually gave Nan Jin more time to think.

The word "acting" has never appeared in Nan Jin's mind in the past 20 years. She composed her first piece of music at the age of six, but in that year she was kidnapped and rescued by her parents Afterwards, composing music became a taboo of the Nan family.

They all thought that it was Nan Jin's ability to compose the music that caused their death. After all, many celebrities were kidnapped for money, so Nan's father and Nan's mother chose to hide this matter.

(End of this chapter)