How Should I Tell the Boss That I Want a Divorce?

Zhao Xiaotong's ears were red, and he immediately retorted: "I helped take the chopsticks because I didn't want Aunt Qin to go twice. I also helped take it a few days ago, didn't I?"

What is good for him?

Aunt Qin smiled and said: "I am old and confused, I forgot to forget."

Zhao Xiaotong was bulging, but he couldn't do anything to her. He just complained: "I even accompany Aunt Qin to water the flowers and chat. Aunt Qin is really partial."

Seeing her puffed up, Aunt Qin couldn't help but laughed out: "Where is Aunt Qin biased? Didn't you forget it all at once? When you say this, I remembered it, and helped take it several times."

Zhao Xiaotong suddenly smiled and curled his eyebrows, and looked at Gu Jinhan if nothing had happened: "I heard it? I didn't help you with it. Who treated you well?"

Gu Jinhan smiled a little in her eyes. His features are cold and hard, and his face is always indifferent on weekdays, and his narrow and deep eyes are also very indifferent. When the eyes are smiling, there seems to be a bright star in the depths of his eyes, like a little hook, especially Of hook people.

Zhao Xiaotong's cheeks were slightly hot, and couldn't help but glared at him: "What are you laughing at?"

Gu Jinhan picked up the chopsticks and slowly replied: "When you didn't know how to laugh before, you talked about it every day, thinking that I gave birth to a coffin face, but now you can laugh, don't you think?"

Zhao Xiaotong was silenced by him. When did she think of him?

When she met his indifferent gaze, she was inexplicably guilty. Could it be that she disliked her in the future? Is she so courageous? After complaining that the boss is a coffin face, he can still live well?

Zhao Xiaotong was a little dizzy, and once again had a new understanding of his tolerance. She couldn't help but glanced at him again, and happily came to a conclusion: This face is cold and hard, and there is no extra expression all year round. Isn't it just a coffin face?

Zhao Xiaotong bends her lips.

She took Haohao's little hand, and when she took him back to the room, her mood rose. After telling the story to Haohao, she called Mother Zhao.

Zhao's mother used to stay at school until nearly ten o'clock every night before returning home. Since Zhao's father had a car accident, she developed the habit of coming back early, because she slept late, and she hadn't started washing up at this time.

Zhao Xiaotong told his mother Zhao about starting to work.

"Starting to work so soon? Didn't you still submit your resume the day before yesterday?" Mother Zhao wrinkled her brows slightly, and then started the interrogation mode, "Which company did she go to? Is the environment complicated? How about colleagues? Is it easy to get along with? How about the boss? Will you not treat employees harshly?"

Zhao Xiaotong's brain hurt by the series of questions she asked. She pressed her temples and said helplessly: "Mom, you ask so many questions at once, which one should I answer first? I just started working today, so many things are not the first day. You can know it, just relax, don’t worry too much, there’s really nothing to worry about."

Mother Zhao heard the small emotions in her words, and her tone was serious: "If you are not my daughter, who would like to worry about blindly? You have no memory and no experience in dealing with outsiders. You still have to listen to Jinhan more at work. What is his opinion of your job?"

Zhao Xiaotong was also a little depressed, and was very annoyed that her mother used Gu Jinhan to talk about everything, as if he was omnipotent. She couldn't help but complain: "I called you, why did you mention him again?"

Mother Zhao is most afraid of their emotional problems. At this moment, her brows wrinkled: "Why can't I mention him? He is Haohao's father. Let me ask what's wrong with his thoughts? If you can be as good as him , Mom is not always worried about you, just mention him, you are not happy, Jinhan owes you, right? You are not willing to listen, I am too lazy to tell you more, you give him the phone, I Ask him personally."

Zhao Xiaotong wrinkled her nose and muttered: "I really doubt who is your own person. Every time I train me like a grandson."

"How did you train you? Why don't you just ask you a few more questions? You don't have any experience, don't you allow me to exhort you?" Seeing her serious tone, Zhao's father winked her a few times.

Mother Zhao thought of her depression, her tone was suffocated, and she was slightly more cheerful: "Well, just now, it was my mother's tone that was wrong. I'm not blaming you. Isn't this worrying that your work is not going well?"

It is rare for Zhao Xiaotong to see his mother's attitude so soft, and for a while, he was a little awkward: "I didn't mean to blame my mother just now. I know you care about me. Didn't you want you not to worry so much?"

Just as Gu Jinhan was upstairs, Zhao Xiaotong quickly said, "Then I will call Jinhan."

Gu Jinhan had already walked towards her, his eyes darkened slightly because of the "Jinhan" she blurted out, and Zhao Xiaotong didn't pay attention to his name at all.

After passing the phone to Gu Jinhan, she went to the bathroom.

Gu Jinhan briefly introduced the situation of Jiayang Studio to Zhao's mother, and finally said: "With me here, Tongtong will be fine, just work, he will be busy. Haohao expects to have opinions and wait for the weekend to go. Where are you, please persuade Haohao, Haohao listens to you the most."

Gu Jinhan calmed Mother Zhao's heart in a few words. Before she hung up, Mother Zhao smiled and said, "Haohao has always been good, what can I say? If she doesn't have a family every day, it is normal for Haohao to have opinions, so don't you. Too accustomed to her, this girl has been a ghost since she was young, she specializes in watching people's faces, and whenever you indulge, she will push her nose to her face."

Father Zhao heard these words somewhat unpleasantly: "Okay, don't you always say those who have nothing. How old is Xiaotong, don't you want to lose face? She heard this for a while and was upset."

"I'm not wrong again." After Zhao's mother hung up the phone, she also talked to Zhao's father about her childhood.

Zhao Xiaotong looked very good when he was a child, but in fact he had a big idea in his heart. She also likes music under the influence of her aunt. The first guzheng teacher was introduced to her by her aunt. After school, her academic performance was average because her mind was focused on music.

The teacher also said that she was smart because she was not willing to work hard to learn.

Mother Zhao threatened her with learning Guzheng and piano, so she was willing to learn it steadily. After her grades improved a little, she immediately relaxed again. When she was a child, Zhao's mother hated her because she was too lazy. When it was tight, she was willing to really work hard.

But they are so busy, how can they have the time to watch her study every day, and after a little relaxation, the grades she finally raised can fall to the middle.

In the junior high school entrance examination, she only barely passed a dozen or so students. Mother Zhao thought she was not careful enough. In a rage, she stopped her guzheng and piano lessons. Right.

Father Zhao is very objective: "Why do you always talk about the past? She was so good when she was a child, so she learned to worry about it. Besides, she didn't work hard before, but was not interested in learning because she didn't like it, and it felt painful to learn. , I resisted. After all, we blamed her for not cultivating her fun in learning."

Mother Zhao had actually reflected on this issue, but she was reluctant to admit that there was a problem with her education: "I haven't seen you remind me before. Now it's an afterthought. Sooner or later."

Father Zhao concluded: "What's the night? Although her culture class is not good enough, she has not been admitted to the Conservatory of Music with the first grade? She is already very good, and she has grown up now. Let's not worry about snacks and give her more. Some space."

Zhao's mother is rarely scolded by him, and naturally she feels a little unhappy: "Who am I for? In case there is someone she knew before, or something unpleasant happens again where she works, can I not worry if she remembers that thing? Did Jin Han talk about her amnesia? It's probably irritated. How can you relax me?"

Only then did Father Zhao fall silent.

Zhao Xiaotong didn't know that her parents had been arguing for a long time because of her.

When she came out of the shower, Gu Jinhan was still in her room. After living here for so many days, Zhao Xiaotong had ruthlessly regarded the master bedroom as his own room.

When she saw Gu Jinhan, she remembered what Zhao's mother said, and couldn't help but snorted. She only felt that when she was a child, if she didn't know him, her mother wouldn't always compare them. Don't let her go.

Zhao Xiaotong felt that if she lived with him well, she would definitely have to live in his shadow for the rest of her life. She once again moved the idea of ​​divorce.

Seeing that he was not leaving yet, she sat on the bed and even urged: "I'm going to sleep."

Gu Jinhan naturally noticed the change in her mood. He walked over, bent over and touched her head, his voice was humming: "Unhappy?"

Zhao Xiaotong was a little upset by his behavior of touching his head like a child coaxing him. She reached out and patted his hand. She couldn't help but roll her eyes. She had a good temper: "Who is upset? I'm just tired. I want to go early. Go to sleep, hurry up."

She was really tired and couldn't help but beat her leg. The next moment she saw Gu Jinhan sitting down by the bed. He directly moved her leg to his own. Zhao Xiaotong was taken aback by his actions and raised his foot. Go kick him.

He held it firmly, put her pantothenic leg on her lap, stretched out his hand and squeezed it. The man lowered his eyebrows, his expression was very focused, and his sharp facial features looked extremely soft under the light.

Zhao Xiaotong's cheeks flushed uncontrollably: "You let go, you don't need your help."

Gu Jinhan didn't mean to let go. He seemed to be gentle, but invisibly domineering. Seeing her repeat it again in shame, he whispered: "What are you polite to me? You will get tired if you beat your hands yourself. A ready-made labor force, isn’t it your loss if you don’t need it?"

Zhao Xiaotong really felt that he was becoming more and more able to speak. He could not express a word before, but now he has such a good eloquence. Looking at his earnest eyebrows, Zhao Xiaotong was in a daze for a moment. Some did not understand what changed him?

Is it really love?

Suddenly she felt softer, and she didn't struggle anymore, and her cheeks became a little hot uncontrollably. She was dressed thinly, with only a thin layer of trousers on her legs, and she could even feel his body temperature when her calves were pressed on his legs.

After pressing his leg, he reached out and squeezed her foot again.

The girl's feet were white and tender, her nails were pink, and her small feet were about the size of his palms. Seeing that they were so cute, Gu Jinhan subconsciously relaxed her strength.

Zhao Xiaotong was a little ticklish, and couldn't help but shrink his feet, and his cheeks became redder: "Let go, don't press your feet."

Gu Jinhan still didn't mean to let go.

When pressing his feet, he needed to hold her feet. He couldn't press the two together, which facilitated Zhao Xiaotong's assault. She lifted her toes and kicked him on the shoulder, trying to force him to let go.

The little girl’s white and tender feet were in front of her eyes, her eyes brightened astonishingly because of shame, her expression was still provocative, as if he would not let go, she would kick again, Gu Jinhan’s eyes darkened slightly, and he was partial. She kissed her head on the white and tender instep.

There was a hint of cold on his lips. At that moment, Zhao Xiaotong's heart stopped beating. After reacting, her face turned red.

"You, you!" Zhao Xiaotong stammered before kicking him again.

There was no mercy at this moment, Gu Jinhan grabbed her foot, she lifted another one, and kicked him with his foot. This time, he kicked him on a sensitive part because of his getting up.

Gu Jinhan caught her leg, leaned over and pressed it towards her.

The two were very close, and the faint scent of his body rushed into the end of his nose, and Zhao Xiaotong was a little panicked.

His eyes became a little dangerous: "You have to make trouble to be happy? Huh?"

There was also a hint of coolness in the voice, in this posture, as if he was about to kiss the next moment.

For fear of frightening her, these days, he has always converged his sharp edge. At this time, all the aura on his body was revealed. Zhao Xiaotong was so scared that he held his breath and his heart jumped happily.