My Wife is a Workaholic

Early morning on the first day of the wedding.

According to the routine of idol dramas, the heroes and heroines are either lying in bed because they are too ‘hard’.

Either in the kitchen, the male lead hugs the female lead from behind, making a delicious breakfast together...

But back to reality, after seven o'clock in the morning, the kitchen was indeed cooking breakfast, but no one was seen.

In the study, Yan Lin is sitting in front of the computer, wearing a Bluetooth headset and holding a remote video conference with his subordinates.

As for Zu Jin, it was really late to get up. She rushed out of the bathroom wrapped in a bath towel, and after quickly changing into clothes, she carried her bag and went downstairs.

When they passed the entrance of the study, the two looked at each other. Zujin didn't say anything when he saw him in a meeting, but made a gesture.

Yan Lin nodded, and Zu Jin instantly disappeared at the entrance of the study.

The flustered look of his wife was really funny, Yan Lin was talking about serious things in a meeting, and suddenly the corners of his mouth twitched uncontrollably.

Zujin went downstairs and ran to the kitchen, filled a large cup of hot milk with a few mouthfuls, and stuffed a croissant in his mouth before leaving.

Driving to Qiyu in the car, she almost stepped out of the elevator when she was going to work.

Xia Tong had been waiting for her at the elevator entrance for a long time, and immediately followed her with the meeting materials when she came out.

"Mr. Jin, Wang Gong and the others have things in the morning, so they started first."

Zujin took off his coat, stuffed her with the bag, and then took the information over.

"How long have they started?"

"...It's almost half an hour."

When Zu Jin was working, the Demon Head was possessed with Zhou Papi.

In order to rush for time every day, we have to meet almost half an hour in advance so that we can squeeze more time to deal with other official duties.

Therefore, the management leaders have long been accustomed to her work mode.

As a result, Zujin was late today.

When he opened the door of the conference room, Zujin felt like a criminal being pushed to the market parade.

She couldn't help but sigh in her heart: Love really is a stumbling block to career!

But thinking like this on the first day of marriage seems a bit inappropriate...

After the meeting, he returned to the president's office. Zujin was dealing with official documents, and he found himself thinking about it all the time.

When was the last time her eldest aunt came here? She wouldn’t have a flash marriage or a flash childbirth. Would you like to buy a test paper when you leave work today?

What is Yan Lin doing at home? How is her villa now decorated?

Anyway, I can't concentrate on work!

Zujin put down the pen, grabbed his hair depressed, and then simply gave up and insisted.

She called Xia Tong in: "Book me a nearby restaurant. I'll go out for a meal and come back at one o'clock in the afternoon."

After speaking, she took the bag and left.

After leaving the Qiyu Building, Zu Jin first called Yan Lin.

"Where are you?"

Yan Lin chuckled, "You won't be back at noon, are you?"

Zu Jin was choked: "Well, it's too much trouble to go back. I'll solve it outside lunch."

"Okay, I'll eat it myself."

After hanging up, she called another number, this time to her best friend Liu Wei.

Half an hour later, Liu Wei appeared in front of her.

"What's the secret? You have to call me out to tell you?"

Zu Jin coughed: "I'm married."

"Married?" Liu Wei repeated, and then suddenly widened her eyes after three seconds: "What, you are married!?"

Zu Jin blinked at her to confirm.

"Hmm, I got married, yesterday."

Liu Wei said in disbelief, "Is that the boss of Chloe?"

"Yes, yesterday we met with both parents, and then went in through the Civil Affairs Bureau to register for the certificate. After receiving the certificate, we signed the pre-marital property agreement."

Liu Wei trembling and gave a thumbs up: "Too strong, you are the boss if you don't lose, and the ability to act is quick."

When the dishes were ready, the two moved their chopsticks.

But after taking a few bites, Liu Wei suddenly asked: "By the way, how old is your husband than you?"

"Thirty-six."

Liu Wei turned her head and looked around, then lowered her voice: "Then how is his performance in that aspect? Men in their 30s, especially men after 35, are all rubbish. If that aspect fails, I I advise you not to endure it, and it is too late to leave."

Zu Jinren smiled and said, "You mean, your husband...?"

Liu Wei sighed unhappily: "We have been married for so many years, and now we sleep on the same floor as the brothers in the bunk bed, so he is fine."

"Yan Lin... he coughs well." Zu Jin's cheeks reddened with shame.

Two mature women in their 30s sat together, and it was naturally difficult to discuss the topic seriously.

But when Zu Jin was talking about Xing, Yu Guangli suddenly found a familiar figure.

And the figure seemed to be walking towards her.

Ji Shiyu sat down beside Liu Wei aggressively, then took off his sunglasses and threw it on the table.

She clasped her arms and said coldly: "You give me a letter of no accountability."

Zu Jin took a sip of tea and didn't speak, but Liu Wei was much hotter than her, and it was hard to look straight on her face.

She turned to look at Ji Shiyu: "Who is this?"

Ji Shiyu gave Liu Wei a white look, and continued: "If you don't take it out, I will have to be prosecuted. I will definitely not let myself fall into it by then."

Zu Jin sneered: "Then your father, pull me in, can his old man be willing?"

"Don't use my dad as a shield! How did my dad help you back then? Now I'm in trouble, but you are going to set up a chastity memorial. Do you think my dad will be happy?"

Zu Jin shook his head helplessly, and then frowned impatiently: "Can you calm down and think about it. If I bring you that thing, the board of directors will definitely use this as a handle to attack your dad by then. Don’t you think your dad’s position as chairman is not stable enough? If your dad is kicked down, they will even want to turn you over. When your dad is outside, he won’t be able to lift his head because of you. do you understand?"

Ji Shiyu glared at her viciously, as if she wanted to eat her.

She gasped and couldn't say a word, but her dignity did not allow her to fall in front of Zujin.

"Hey! My dad was kicked out, don't you have to go along?"

Liu Wei, who was sitting on the side, couldn't help it anymore. She rolled her eyes and said, "Please, are you comparing with her? She is out of the open domain, so she will just be rushing outside!"

Ji Shiyu was so shocked that he couldn't catch his breath, and turned his head and took a look at Liu Wei.

"Then who are you, I'm talking to her, what are you talking about?"

After that, Ji Shiyu didn't wait for Zu Jin to speak, stepping on Heng Tiangao and fluttering her hair like a model on a catwalk, the money left.

Looking at Ji Shiyu's back, Liu Wei almost smoked angrily.

"A rich second generation who is about to capsize, what drag is really true!"

Zu Jin quickly raised his glass and touched her, then comforted: "Case down, calm down, didn't she learn a lesson?"

"No matter how great her dad is, that's not her achievement. Why does she yell at you five or six!"

Zu Jin was hurt by Juice Bing's tooth and his neck shrank.

"I called you over today to share something festive with you, not to mention her."

After eating and returning to Qiyu, Xia Tong immediately reported to her that Ji Shiyu still hadn't given up, but actually chased him again.

"Let her wait there, just say when I'm done and when I will see her."

Xia Tong said at a loss: "But she also brought a reporter over. I'm worried that the reporter will write indiscriminately when he goes back."

Zu Jin wanted to ask the security guard to come over and get the people away, but Ji Shiyu got the reporter. If he rushed away, he might not make Ji Shiyu make the reporter more ruthless.

When he arrived in the reception room, the reporter stood up as soon as Zujin walked in.

"Hello, Mr. Jin, I am a reporter from the Metropolitan Financial Daily and I want to interview you."

After sitting down, Zu Jin lifted Erlang's legs and smiled: "I and your editor-in-chief, Lao Zhang, are old friends. Did he let you over?"

The reporter was stunned: "No, but before I came, I got his consent."

Ji Shiyu snorted triumphantly: "I'm afraid he will go back and write silly? Don't worry, I just asked him to come over and write an article for me, and then put your interview in it. Whatever the board wants to do, it must be Even more scrupulous."

It turned out that the reporter was called over to wash her white.

Zu Jin looked at Ji Shiyu with a headache: "I accepted the interview. Doesn't it mean that I will testify directly to you. Did I allow you to take the production samples? You cleaned up the charge. I became a criminal for stealing the interests of the group. You abacus. Did you play well?"

Ji Shiyu curled his lips: "You don't wrong me, you think too much, I don't mean that!"

"I think you'd better go back first, and ask your dad to talk about it. I have something else to do, so let's go."

After that, Zujin left the reception room directly.

The reporter was dumbfounded, he didn't expect that Zujin would see through what they had put together.

"Miss Ji, do you still write this article?"

Before he originally came, Ji Shiyu specifically confessed to him, asking him to find a way to provoke Zu Jin during the interview.

After obtaining Zu Jin's attitude in this way, he used it cleverly when he went back to write an article, so that after others saw the newspaper, he thought Zu Jin was completely on Ji Shiyu's side.

In this way, the board of directors will focus on punishing Zu Jin, and Ji Desheng can also take the opportunity to get rid of the incident and let both of them get rid of the incident.

But none of them expected that Zujin would think so much at once.

More complicated than they thought!

Really hell.

Ji Shiyu raised his hand and hit the vase on the coffee table to the floor.

Accompanied by the sound of the broken vase, her face was ugly and scary: "What else is written! Who read it!"

The reporter was frightened and shivered, and he regretted taking the job.