"office."

"Don't you have a tea table in your study? Why take it to the office?"

Father Jiang: "..." It's so annoying.

Dad Jiang ignored Jiang Zheng and got into the car with the cake and tea set.

When he arrived at the Jiang's building, the assistant saw that his boss was carrying something in his hand, so he hurriedly came over and wanted to reach out to take it. Father Jiang was carrying something in both hands, so he could only shake his head at the assistant.

"No, I'll take these things myself."

After that, Dad Jiang strode into the building with his things in hand.

Along the way, Dad Jiang attracted the glances of the passing employees, and when he got into the elevator, the employees whispered.

"Yesterday was the boss's birthday?"

"Didn't the boss only carry cakes before? Why is there an extra box today?"

Dad Jiang walked into the office, carefully placed the cake on the table, and walked to the tea table by the window.

He put the set of celadon tea set originally on the table in the box without hesitation, and then placed the purple sand tea set sent by Yu Qian on the tea table.

All the tea utensils were set up, Dad Jiang smiled, then took out his mobile phone, "Hey, old Zhang, are you free? Come to my office for tea."

...

Half an hour later, a middle-aged uncle called Lao Zhang walked into the office.

He glanced at the bright cake on the table and knew, "Oh, our President Jiang is one year older."

The eyes were so straightforward, it was obviously not the first time had encountered such a situation.

Lao Zhang sat on the chair opposite the desk, with Erlang's legs crossed, waiting for Daddy Jiang to show off his love this year, but after waiting for a long time, Daddy Jiang still didn't speak.

"Come on, let's have tea today."

Dad Jiang looked up at Lao Zhang and smiled, then led him to the tea table.

Lao Zhang stretched out his hand to touch his hair and was a little puzzled. Will he not show his daughter-in-law this year?

Father Jiang took out a box of white silver needles and started to make tea skillfully.

Lao Zhang took the tea and smelled it, took a sip, "The soup is mellow, fresh and fragrant, good tea."

Dad Jiang also took a sip of tea and put down the cup, "This tea is just normal, but I use the tea set well today to make the tea stronger."

Lao Zhang took a look at the purple sand tea set in his hand. It was a good product, but it was still a little worse than the previous set of porcelain.

"This set of tea sets is a birthday present from my daughter-in-law. We, the elders, have no choice but to receive it."

Old Zhang:  …

Anyway, the familiar scene is back, but...

"Lao Jiang, do you have a daughter-in-law? I've never heard of your son's marriage."

Dad Jiang still smiled gently, "My son has only gone to college, but he is proud of himself. He found a girlfriend early, and when they graduate, they get married. You didn't see that my daughter-in-law is very well-behaved and filial."

"She went to my house yesterday and gave me not only this tea set, but also golf clubs."

Lao Zhang was a little speechless when he heard it. His son's girlfriend was a girlfriend, so he thought he didn't receive an invitation from the Jiang family.

"Old Zhang, if you want me to say, it's better for my son to marry a daughter-in-law as soon as possible. Look at me, my daughter-in-law has been settled early, and I don't have to worry about anything. My wife likes this daughter-in-law. It's ten, when will you get married? Don't let me invite you first."

Lao Zhang stayed in Dad Jiang's office for an hour, and finally came out angrily. As soon as he walked out the door of the office, he made a phone call angrily.

"Zhang Jing, listen to Lao Tzu. Before the end of this year, if you can't bring a daughter-in-law back, then you can spend the New Year alone outside and don't come back!"

Chapter 61 Food Delivery

At the beginning of the summer vacation, Yu Qian had just entered the salted fish mode and was ready to enjoy the vacation. Jiang Zheng had already taken the social animal script and became a conscientious office worker.

Not only Jiang Zheng, but also Bai Qiming began to enter the Bai Group as an intern.

Yu Qian sat in the living room, with fruit in one hand and snacks in the other, watching funny variety shows. After eating, someone added it. When she was tired of using her phone, she could tease the dog.

This day is so happy that Yu Qian's soul is about to sigh with satisfaction. She always feels that such a leisurely day seems to be a matter of her previous life.

No, in her last life, she had never been as relaxed as she is now. Every day was noisy and noisy. When it came to noise, she thought of Jiang Zheng again.

After all...she hadn't met Jiang Zheng for three days.

In the past few days, Jiang Zheng went out before she got up, and came back at night when she fell asleep.

Except during the noon video every day, when the two could glance at each other across the screen, other times she was about to forget what it was like to have a boyfriend.

Yu Qian looked at the time on her phone, it was eleven o'clock, and Jiang Zheng was about to have lunch.

Yu Qian continued to watch the variety show for ten minutes, and the video call suddenly popped up.

Yu Qian clicked it without thinking—

"Little fish, what are you doing?"

Jiang Zheng was wearing a white shirt with his tie pulled away. He looked like a social elite. Looking at the picture behind him, he should still be in the office and didn't go to dinner.

"I'm eating snacks, you haven't eaten yet?"

After finishing speaking, Yu Qian also took a photo of the camera on her desktop to let Jiang Zheng see her rich life.

"I've been busy since this morning, and I still have a lot of things to do."

"I'm so hungry now, little fish, I don't have time to eat now."

Jiang Zheng's pitiful voice came from the phone, Yu Qian looked at the piles of folders on his desktop and felt a little distressed.

Her conscience, which she didn't have in the first place, also began to ache, her boyfriend was already struggling, and she was still a salted fish with no progress, from her previous life to this one.