I Really Don't Want to Be the Protagonist

This is Shi Shisheng's education concept. He understands Shi Qinghai better than Chen Yue, and he also thinks that such a question is just taking off his pants and farting, which is superfluous.

But Chen Yue obviously didn't think so.

"Hmph, what are you forcibly interfering with? Can't I care about my child?" Chen Yue didn't accept Shi Shisheng's explanation, she pursed her lips: "You old man has no ability at all, you can't even ask about this matter!"

"And no matter how old Xiao Hai is, he will always be a child in my heart!"

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"But there's nothing you can do now. You can't run into the child's room and forcefully ask him."

Shi Shisheng lit a cigarette, took a long puff, and said with a frown, "What you have to choose is to trust him, not to worry about nothing."

In Shi Shisheng's mind, worry is the most useless emotion, it is more deadly than depression and impotent rage, because it can never do anything, and the damage caused by this emotion is more terrible than others.

"That's it, he has always been our pride, before, now, and in the future."

Patting Chen Yue on the shoulder, Shi Shisheng lay down with his beloved wife in his arms.

The night is hard to understand.

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The next day, Shi Qinghai woke up from the cultivation state on time.

He is not without purpose today.

Shi Qinghai has always had a clear understanding of a certain matter - he is not a scumbag, he just wants to give every girl a warm home.

Therefore, Shi Qinghai will not give up from beginning to end.

Therefore, Shi Qinghai always remembered Yang Xiaoran, who was also his little secretary.

The winter in Fushi is wet and cold, especially in the morning when the weather is always extremely cold, the breath that is exhaled turns into mist, and the garden in front of the gate is covered with frost. Shi Qinghai is rarely in a leisurely mood, walking slowly go out.

The long-lost work seemed to be the same as before, everything was within the established range, the assistant's car was already waiting outside the door, Shi Qinghai did not eat breakfast at home, but bought soy milk fritters and two eggs on the way.

This is the life he is familiar with.

Coming to the Shi Group in the Gulou District, the entrance of the entire building has taken on a new look, which seems to confirm the new year and new atmosphere.The Audi a8l drove in slowly, and the security guards on both sides saluted one after another, while all the cars around them slowed down, lest they disturb this distinguished president's scooter.

In the Shi Group, Shi Qinghai does not represent a person, but a legend.

There are so many halos on him that they can't even be counted. Countless people looked up to Shi Qinghai's legend and acquiesced that Shi Qinghai was the most outstanding elite in Fushi.

A month ago, Shi Qinghai was gone in Fushi, but his legends, his shadow, and his words and deeds are everywhere.

The new employees are full of excitement, and they can't wait to see this great president.

Now, this legend has come.

They will also meet.

How is this not exciting?

The car was parked in the parking space, and the driver opened the door for Shi Qinghai, bent down and stretched out his hand, indicating that Shi Qinghai could come out.

Although the employees at the gate of the group were still walking as usual, they looked at the car and Shi Qinghai with the utmost peripheral vision.

The little secretary was standing beside the front desk, her figure in the gray system was still proud, her pair of peach blossom eyes looked forward to the door and looked forward to Gu Mu, waiting eagerly.

Under such attention, Shi Qinghai got out of the car and became the brightest star in the night sky.

In the morning sun, Shi Qinghai's shadow was reflected in the reflective glass mirror.

"So fucking handsome."

Shi Qinghai muttered a sentence in his heart, his expression remained the same, and he said calmly: "Go to work as usual."

This sentence was not loud, but it fell on everyone's ears.

In an instant, as if the static picture was broken by something, the originally slow crowd became faster again, and the time returned to normal.

Looking at the slightly disturbed little secretary in the distance, Shi Qinghai smiled at her and waved.

"come over."

The little secretary's eyes froze, and he felt that dozens of eyes were looking at him at random.

She blushed and ran over quickly.

"President, do you have any orders?" The secretary lowered her head and asked in a low voice.

"Get me some clothes."

Shi Qinghai took off his suit smoothly, and the little secretary hurriedly tied it off, lowered his head randomly, and prepared to follow behind Shi Qinghai.

"Why didn't you come over?" But Shi Qinghai didn't intend to just let her go, turned around and asked her with a smile.

Holding the suit in his hands, the little secretary opened his mouth, lowered his head and whispered, "I'm afraid the president will tire of me..."

The secretary is not obliged to go downstairs to pick up the president. Yang Xiaoran used to do this, but this time she is indeed gone.

She got down, but didn't have the courage to go out the door.

Shi Qinghai said with a straight face: "Do I look like such a bad person?"

The little secretary stammered nervously: "No, no, it's my own problem."