Hundreds of millions of pets: BOSS marriage addiction addiction

Chapter 72 You Are Too Self-aware
Nan Jin went to the company with Tong Junhao again, and found that the secretary's desk had been replaced by a man in his 20s, wearing a pair of black full-frame eyes. Seeing her, she bowed slightly and called Ma'am.

She raised her eyebrows and nodded at him with a smile.

After entering the president's office, Nan Jin sat on the sofa and read a book under Tong Junhao's signal, while Tong Junhao nodded from time to time while listening to the secretary read him today's itinerary.

After arranging today's work, Nan Jin saw that he was starting to process the documents, so she quietly approached, "Tong Junhao, you won't come for real, right? Did you really transfer Ms. Du away?"

That day, she just thought that he was just talking about it, and he was giving her face in front of everyone, but who knew that today, he really changed, even a man?
Tong Junhao raised his head from the pile of documents and glanced at her, "It's not because of you."

Nan Jin froze, with a bit of embarrassment on her face.

She has been unwilling to think about the embarrassment that Du Lerong brought her before. First, she has not really touched her bottom line. Second, she has been with Tong Junhao for many years, and she can't see the relationship between Tong Junhao and her.If the two of them really had an affair, didn't she kick the iron board?

Although there is already a Tong Xiaowu, what if Tong Junhao is a man and woman?
When she thought that she almost lost her body once, and once heard the conversation of the employees in the company's bathroom, she almost treated Du Lerong as the company's proprietress, and she murmured in her heart.

After the embarrassment dissipated, Nan Jin smiled, "I'm not yet self-aware."

Tong Junhao paused while holding the pen, knowing that her words had misunderstood her, he smiled bitterly in his heart, and said to Nan Jin that you are too self-aware, you want to choose yourself too cleanly, you choose yourself too cleanly!
However, since he has already entered the game with the rules he made, how can he leave?
Putting his documents aside, Nan Jin sat down on the desk, leaned slightly, pressed one hand on the desk, and put the other on the back of the chair behind him, "Actually, I I'm really curious, what is the relationship between you and Du Lerong?"

The meaning of what she said that day, the relationship between the two of them was not so clear.

But, what would Tong Junhao say?

Hearing him ask this question, Tong Junhao's hand paused again, his stiff fingers drew a long slit on the document, Nan Jin blinked, so excited, it seems that the two of them really have a close relationship?

Looking at the damaged documents, Tong Junhao sighed, turned his head to look at her, and somehow blurted out: "She will not threaten your status."

"..."

As if the air between the two had stagnated for a few seconds, Nan Jin suddenly brought up a smile, and Da Yi Lingran patted Tong Junhao on the shoulder, "Don't let me grab | the little pigtail, otherwise, I won't let it go!" over yours."

She didn't know how she could say such a sentence, but she blurted out before she could react.

I want to save it, but after thinking about it, why should I save it?
Tong Junhao reluctantly hooked the corners of his lips, lowered his head and continued to read the documents, but the speed was a bit slower. He didn't know whether the words she said were grabbing his braids to divorce him, or defending his wife's rights.

Nan Jin stayed in the president's office for a while, thinking that Tong Junhao told her this morning that the next door to the president's office had cleaned up a piano room for her, and she stopped reading, so she went into the piano room after telling Tong Junhao.

The piano is white. Unlike the one in the summer garden, Steinway's grand piano has been set up and parked there, as if it has been waiting for its owner.

After trying the sound test, Nan Jin found that the piano had been tuned, so she sat firmly on the piano bench, her slender hands fell on the piano, and the next second the sound flowed out from under her fingers.

The soft music sounded like a small gurgling water on the top floor. There were not many people on the top floor. Except for Tong Junhao, Xin Tezhu and the new secretary, only those who submitted documents and held meetings would come up.

However, when people who come up hear Nan Jin's piano, they will involuntarily ask who is playing the piano.

Throughout the morning, Nan Jin kept rehearsing a piece of music. This piece was made by accident when she and Tong Junhao were on their honeymoon, and she never had time to revise and play it.

This morning, she kept revising and playing over and over again, as if she had been fascinated by the song.

In the president's office.

Tong Ming'an has been sitting here for more than an hour. After drinking three cups of coffee, he still doesn't intend to leave. With his eyes slightly closed, he nods and shakes his head with the rhythm of the music. At first glance, he looks like a magic stick.

Tong Junhao glared at him unbearably, and threw a document at him casually, "Are you free? If you have nothing to do, go back and mess with the safety of Chengyi Karate Gym."

"...so caring." Tong Mingan caught the rattling documents casually, stood up from the sofa and sat down on the chair in front of Tong Junhao's work, "Third brother, third sister-in-law's qualifications are really good, why don't you Make her popular?"

Anyway, in my own company, isn't it natural for a husband to praise his wife?
Tong Junhao glanced at him unkindly, "I'm not so great to let everyone share my wife."

"..." Tong Ming'an spread his hands, looking at him angrily and hating iron, "That's art, art, okay?"

"Art is to show off your breasts in front of everyone, and climb into other men's beds for that little scene?" He snorted disdainfully and contemptuously.

Speaking of Tong Sanshao, have you forgotten that you wanted Nan Jin to be an artist?
Tong Ming'an finally felt that his third brother was a Two-dimensional creature, so he gave up explaining helplessly, flicked his fingers on the table, and glanced at Tong Junhao inexplicably, a little hesitant, a little tentative, "Third brother, actually my last song The tune comes from...the third sister-in-law."

When he said the last two words, he paused for a moment, glanced at Tong Junhao's face, and was not surprised to see Tong Junhao suddenly raised his head, and the smile on his lips grew bigger and bigger.

"You must have never thought of that?"

Tong Junhao nodded, "It's a surprise."

Even if Nan Jin had mentioned it to him, even if he was mentally prepared, he never thought that Nan Jin would meet Tong Mingan's expectations so much.

It took him a long time to digest this fact, and he was faintly happy and worried at the same time.

Nan Jin is not a fledgling that can be controlled casually. Even though he doesn't want her to stay by his side like a bird with broken wings, his heart becomes entangled when he thinks of her entering that circle.

Pretending not to see his brother's entanglement, Tong Mingan took the opportunity to walk into the piano room. The girl was still sitting on the piano bench motionless, her fingers were jumping, strings of musical notes were flowing between her fingers, as if that wasn't such noble music , but like her toy, who follows her fascination and does whatever she wants, like an elf bathing in the holy light, so beautiful that people can't take their eyes off.

(End of this chapter)