Hidden marriage: husband, be secretive

Yan's father finally completed a paragraph of writing, that is, the text he typed in the company. Because it was the second time, it was shorter than the time he spent in the company.

Yan Xiuming took a look. "Just press enter. Press enter to automatically branch."

"Is that the Enter key?" Although father Yan can type a paragraph of text by himself, the keys on the keyboard, except for 26 letters and some obvious punctuation marks, don't really know what they are used for.

"It's the biggest key on the keyboard. Try pressing it?" It's much more patient than it was at the beginning.

Yan dad found that key, really eye-catching, dense key, only one key is big, as if it is twice as big as the other keys.

"Won't you delete the words I just typed hard?" Some asked cautiously.

"No!" Yan Xiuming gave a very positive answer.

This time, father Yan was relieved to press the Enter key. Sure enough, the cursor moved to the beginning of the next line.

"OK, it's ok..." father Yan was very happy, and his well maintained face was wrinkled with laughter. "This is about to make a form, how to do this, I just don't know how to make a form, and these data charts, how to do this, do I need any professional skills?"

For a beginner who has just learned to type, table and data chart are very difficult skills.

"It's not very complicated. If you look at the above row of instructions, there is an insert table. You can click it." Yan Xiuming taught patiently.

"Then you choose the size of the table you want to insert..."

Under Yan Xiuming's step-by-step instruction, father Yan finally completed a table and a preliminary data chart.

It's ten o'clock in the evening. This document is only one page complete.

"OK, you go to have a rest. I'll take it to the company tomorrow to study it." Yan's father puts away the documents, sends the things he typed out to his mailbox according to Yan Xiuming's instructions, and downloads them to the company tomorrow, so he doesn't have to do it again.

Yan Xiuming rubbed his eyes, but he was not polite. When he saw this document, he was not in a hurry.

He also learned a lot tonight, and he needs time to digest it, otherwise he will soon forget it.

Father Yan is packing up and ready to go back.

"Dad, are you used to it in Xiufan company? Did Xu Nianzhi embarrass you? She always has a bad impression on me. I'm afraid that because of me, she will embarrass you? "

Yan Xiuming suddenly asked, fiddling with the book in his hand, as if he didn't care about it at all.

Yan's father didn't notice anything, "habit, why not? I think people still have to find something to do. It's really boring to stay at home every day. You see, your mother doesn't need me all day, and it's the same when I come back to see her at night."

"And you don't say it like that. It must be your fault if you have a problem with it. As a big man, how to haggle with a girl, a man should be magnanimous."

"How did I teach you when I was a child? We men should have gentlemanly manners. You should be nice to others when you see it later."

Father Yan had a story about them at the beginning. He just heard that it was because of the fake daughter. He knew about it, but many details were not so clear.

Most of them listen to what they say. Otherwise, when he is abroad, where will he know the news at home.

"Well, I know. I've never had a direct conflict with her. I let her go." Yan Xiuming is too late to repent now, but the last thing in the world is regret medicine.

Speaking of which, he felt awesome, and now he just wants his father to give it some strength.

"Well, if you let her go, you can still be as she is now. I don't think you have done enough." Think about it, now the relationship between the two is not pro, if it is too obvious, it seems not good.

If you don't read it well, there may be some complaints from Gu family.

"Forget it, you'd better not do anything. Do more and make more mistakes. If you make less mistakes, you may make less mistakes. If you don't do it, it's good. Let's talk about it later." Yan dad very disgusted said.

"Dad, look at you, she's nice to you?" Yan Xiuming directly ignores the dislike from his father.

"Certainly." Father Yan is a little proud and proud.

"Nianzhi takes care of me very much. If you know I don't have many things, you won't give me many tasks that I can't finish, but you won't let me idle. Do you think this is very kind to me? It seems that I have a lot of affinity with her."

When father Yan said this, he was very happy.

Yan Xiuming's eyes slowly become a little resentful, his father is deliberately in front of him, right.

Clearly know that he now want to work hard to repair the relationship with Nianzhi, but can't find where to start?

Because reading it doesn't give any chance at all.

"Nianzhi often teaches me some things in person. She is very gentle to me. She is cold to all her colleagues in the company, that is, she is kind to me."

Yan's father completely ignores his son's eyes and is still immersed in his own world, saying happily.

I feel like I finally have a small cotton padded jacket.

Although the little cotton padded jacket has been taken away by the wolf, if it can be proved that the little cotton padded jacket is his own little cotton padded jacket, it is absolutely worth it.

Born, that can never be changed.

"Dad, I'm going to bed. I have to go to work tomorrow. I'm very tired!" Yan Xiuming couldn't listen any more. He drove people with a black face.

Yan dad happily packed up his things, and did not look at him, "well, I'll go back too, and I'll have a meeting tomorrow." Then he went straight away.

Read it? Read it!

Read it one by one!

Don't let him feel unhappy and jealous. It's naive. Will he be jealous?

Yan Xiuming, with a black face, sat in his study for a long time. Until Meng Siyu saw that he had never returned to his study, his father had already returned to his study, and he was still in his study, he came to call him.

"Do you have any work to do? Would you like some supper for you? " Very gentle asked, that kind of care, listening to people feel particularly comfortable.

Meng Siyu looked as if he was in a daze. He didn't know what he was thinking, but he didn't ask.

"No, I'm ready to rest too. Let's go." When he came back, he realized that it was already eleven o'clock in the evening. It was really late.

His biological clock, when he goes to bed, is already late.

You know, 11 pm is the best time for liver detoxification. At this time, people have to go into deep sleep to better detoxify.