My dear President, Please make a detour

Qin Zijin also learned some recent news about mg company on the Internet.

In this regard, she was also worried and asked Jian Qianyu: "is the company in trouble now?"

Jian Qianyu was sitting at his desk dealing with his work. When he heard the speech, he raised his head and said calmly, "No."

Qin Zijin said suspiciously, "but how can I see so many people on the Internet?"

And looking at that posture, it seems that Mg is going to be cool.

Jian Qianyu hooked his lips and smiled: "just relax. With me, no one can get mg."

Qin Zijin nodded. Seeing his confident face, he also took back his worries.

"By the way, I'll stay at home with crying bag in the future. I don't want to run to your company every day." Qin Zijin said seriously.

Jian Qianyu raised his eyebrow: "isn't it good to stay here? I didn't ask you to do anything. Just sit here."

Qin Zijin puffed his cheeks and said angrily, "it's because you don't let me do anything. I feel like a loser here!"

Jian Qianyu lengthened the ending: "hmm? How can I listen so wronged?"

Qin Zijin snorted coldly and turned away from him.

Jian Qianyu was about to get up when he heard the crying bag sleeping in the suite and began to cry.

It's estimated that people will make trouble when they wake up.

Qin Zijin was immediately attracted to his attention and hurried to the suite. The familiar held the crying bag in his arms and coaxed him.

Jian Qianyu heard the movement inside, and the rising radian of the corner of his mouth became deeper and deeper.

"Be good." Qin Zijin sat on the bed in the suite and looked at the tearful little guy in his arms.

"You're a boy, and you're so old. How can you cry?" Qin Zijin frowned: "how can you find your daughter-in-law in the future?"

You should know that the proportion of men and women is still unbalanced, and the number of girls is getting smaller and smaller. When you grow up, what can you do if you can't marry a daughter-in-law?

Xiaowai Baosi didn't understand Qin Zijin's worry at all, and still seriously dropped the little pearl.

Moreover, after crying enough, I also hiccupped. I guess I was hungry. I put my little hand directly to my mouth.

This heartless appearance made Qin Zijin burst into laughter.

"You." Qin Zijin nodded his forehead and said with a smile, "it's becoming more and more delicate."

At lunch, Qin Zijin emphasized with Jian Qianyu that he would not come again tomorrow.

Jian Qianyu frowned at her serious tone and said, "what's the difference between home and here?"

Why don't you want to come with him?

Qin Zijin supported his chin: "it will make me feel more relaxed at home. When crying bag falls asleep, I can go to the backyard to take care of the vegetables I just planted."

Jian Qianyu saw that she had made up her mind and stopped stopping more. He just looked at the crying bag and said casually, "the crying bag is so sticky to me now. Are you sure he won't cry if he can't see me for a long time tomorrow?"

Qin Zijin was stunned.

Yes, it's really a problem.

Jian Qianyu saw that she was entangled. Before he could speak, he saw that she had stretched her eyebrows.

"There's a way." Qin Zijin bent his eyes and smiled at him: "if he wants you, I'll open a video for you. Let him see your face. It's estimated that he won't make trouble."

Jian Qianyu: "......" it's the first time he hates this damn high technology.

Qin Zijin thought of the perfect solution and felt happy.

At Qin Zijin's insistence, Jian Qianyu went to the company alone the next day.

Qin Zijin stayed at home with crying bag, and he didn't have to look at those people in the company all the time.

"Baby, you should be good today." Qin Zijin took a pile of toys and snacks for the crying bag and put them in front of him. He coaxed: "mom is going to start working. You play your own game. Don't disturb mom."

Said, regardless of whether the crying bag could understand it or not, he unilaterally reached a consensus with him

The job was previously arranged for her by hill. Although she was occasionally busy, Qin Zijin liked it very much.

After working on the computer at home all morning, Qin Zijin stretched his waist. Only then did he have the mind to see the crying bag.

Although crying bag is very delicate most of the time, sometimes it is very clever.

Qin Zijin poked his soft little fat face and said with a smile, "come on, mom."

The little crying bag stretched out his lotus root like arm and smiled at Qin Zijin with his mouth open.

Qin Zijin held people in his arms and liked them more and more. He couldn't help kissing them again and again.

The little crying bag stared at his big wet eyes and his small body was ready to move.

Qin Zijin tried a few times and found that he wanted to go out.

"Crying bag wants to see dad?" Qin Zijin asked hesitantly.

Crying bag could still understand the familiar words on people like mom and dad. When she heard her say dad, she immediately giggled.

The smaller the body moves, the more vigorous it is.

Qin Zijin cried and laughed: "you really want to find your father..."

I haven't seen you for a long time. I just want to stick to my father. The little guy is really cute and makes people happy.

Qin Zijin had expected this to happen, so he immediately dialed Jian Qianyu's video phone.

But strangely, there was no response.

Qin Zijin looked at the page that hung up automatically, and his eyes were full of confusion.

As far as she knows, Jian Qianyu must be in his office at this time.

Then why don't you pick up your own video? Obviously, he never avoided himself when dealing with any work before.

Qin Zijin thought more and more that something was wrong, but he was distracted. His hand was gently pulled by the small crying bag.

"Mom is here." Qin Zijin lowered his head, his face was full of smiles, and he didn't see the meditation just now.

"When mom finishes her work, she will take you to Dad's company." Qin Zijin pinched his little face and said with a smile, "be good. Let's go and see Dad's photos."

Although I didn't see a real person, the photo seems to have an effect on the little crying bag.

In the afternoon, Qin Zijin was always involuntarily distracted, but fortunately, it didn't affect his work.

When it was time to get off work, Qin Zijin immediately held his crying bag and went straight to Jian Qianyu's company.

After I went there, I didn't go directly to the president's office.

Instead, I went to the front desk.

"Who will come today? Let me have a look at the company's registration form." Qin Zijin said.

The receptionist obviously knows her too. She knows that she is the president's wife, but

Madam is madam. This is a company. Madam's rights may not be used here.

The receptionist looked a little embarrassed: "well, without the permission of the president, the registration form is not allowed to be shown to others."