My Wife is a Workaholic

After introducing each other's identities, Zujin didn't know how to continue the conversation.

Unfamiliar men and women, what can they talk about?

Ask if Yan Lin is married. If you have a wife, don't waste your energy and time as soon as possible?

Or, what does Yan Lin think about being a full-time cook?

None of it seems appropriate.

After all, pursuing the opposite **** is not her strength.

What's more, she herself has a relatively slow temper, except of course when negotiating contracts in business.

She is clever and fought for every benefit. She never retreats.

But now, I'm not talking about business.

Yan Lin didn't seem to be a talkative person, so when Zu Jin didn't speak, the car fell silent.

The neon lights outside the car window were strange, and Zujin suddenly remembered that it was time for college.

At that time, she worked part-study, as long as she was fine at night, she would work part-time on the street.

For example, handing out flyers and selling small accessories.

In the gap of doing part-time jobs, she sometimes looked up at the high-rise buildings in the surrounding community with distraction. The houses in those high-rise buildings were lit with warm yellow lights, and they looked so comfortable and warm under the cover of the night sky.

Thousands of lights are on and off, but none of them belong to me.

It was such a huge loneliness and silence, supporting her in her early twenties and fighting harder than anyone else.

But dreams are sometimes ridiculous.

She is now thirty-five years old, and the real estate deposit in her hand is hard for ordinary people to surpass for several lifetimes.

But every day when I return to my residence after get off work, I am alone, and the feeling of loneliness only increases.

"Arrived."

The car stopped suddenly.

Zujin came back to his senses and hurriedly took the safety to unlock.

She raised her head to look forward, and Yan Lin also happened to look back at her.

The eyes of the two met in the dim car, and the man's clean brows made her a little at a loss.

"Thank you, I will invite you to dinner another day."

Hearing what she said, Yan Lin did not refuse.

He nodded, his voice low: "Okay, if you have time."

Really a man with few words.

The next day, the shadow under Zujin's eyes couldn't even cover up the concealer.

Xia Tong sat in the co-pilot, turned back and looked at her exaggeratedly: "Isn't it? You guys just..."

Zujin didn't respond at first hearing: "What?"

Xia Tong swallowed, and then she remembered that the driver was still there. She coughed and had to endure it first.

When the group took the elevator up, Xia Tong finally couldn't hold it back.

"I saw everything last night, you got in a man's car!"

Zujin leaned on the elevator wall with his arms in his arms, with a calm expression: "Why, do you want to blackmail?"

"Yes, give me five million, otherwise I will expose you today!"

Zujin sighed, shrugged helplessly and smiled: "Nothing happened, don't get excited!"

Xia Tong's expression of excitement instantly collapsed.

"Then who was that man last night, I thought you suddenly changed your temperament and became interested in male sex."

The elevator door opened, and Zujin patted her on the shoulder and walked out with his leg raised.

"You are right about that. I do have an interest in near-male sex, and as long as I pursue success, I will try to get married with him before the end of the year, and then have a baby next year."

Xia Tong staggered: "Er Dinen, a mother, aren't you dreaming?"

The top employees came and went, and when Zujin came, they looked increasingly rushed.

Zu Jin took off his suit jacket as he walked: "You are not dreaming, Secretary Xia, do you know..."

With that said, the two entered the president's office.

After closing the door, Zujin continued to say the second half: "Actually, from the first time I saw him, I thought about what my children and I would be called in the future."

Xia Tong shivered, and finally couldn't stand it anymore: "Hey, why are you doing this!"

Zu Jin put away the smile on his face, and a look flew over.

Feeling murderous, Xia Tong immediately frankly said: "I was wrong, I'm going to prepare the information for the meeting."

"Hey, go go." She shook her hand.

There was a meeting for nearly two hours in the morning, and five or six consecutive calls were made to coordinate various aspects.

After finally being able to sit down and deal with the documents quietly, Xia Tong said that someone had come from the board of directors and his expression was not very good, so Zu Jin had to get up again to receive.

These old people on the board of directors were acrimonious, and completely reprimanded her as their own servants, just because some of the group's decisions were contrary to their interests.

But Zujin, as the executor of the group's decision-making, can only do for the sake of the overall situation, so she did not respond with scolding and responded with a smile.

Fortunately, these people left after the fire broke out, and they didn't mean to have lunch with her.

Zujin has experienced such scenes many times since she became president, so it didn't affect her wonderful mood at all.

Out of the reception room, Zujin planned to go back to the office to continue his work.

But as she walked, she suddenly said.

"Did we open a new Japanese food store nearby? How does it taste?"

Xia Tong didn't understand why she suddenly asked this: "I haven't eaten it yet, but I heard other people say it's pretty good."

"Then you go and reserve two seats for me, and I may pass later."

"You don't like to eat Japanese food...oh, I get it."

After speaking, Xia Tong quickened his pace and walked away happily.

Back in the office, Zujin flipped the business card out of his bag.

Standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, she took the phone to type and delete, planning to ask Yan Lin if she had time to eat out now.

But after hesitating for a minute, she gave up the idea.

Is texting a bit too daunting?

The lunch break is only a short time, and I don’t know how long it will take to reply after the text message is sent.

And if Yan Lin is more passive than she thought, and she turns a blind eye to the text messages, then she is just waiting here?

Enter the phone number and dial out.

"Dududu..."

"Hello there."

The man's deep voice came from the phone, and Zujin's ears tickled.

"Hello Mr. Yan, this is Zu Jin, do you remember the one who took your car last night?"

There was silence for two seconds, and the man seemed to smile: "Oh, it was you."

"Well, I'm on Dongxin Street. I want to treat you to a meal. Do you want to come over?"

Zujin actually used a little trick to speak here.

She didn't say thank you, nor did she ask if she could treat you to dinner.

Because this is a communication method only used between strangers, when the opposite person is in a passive choice, if he hears that there is room for choice in her words, he will probably subconsciously want to refuse.

So Zujin cleverly reduced the opponent's instinctive resistance when facing choices, so that he could achieve his goals and quickly shorten the distance between each other.

Sure enough, everything was as she expected.

"Okay, I'm also nearby, what do you want to eat?" the man asked.

The corners of Zu Jin's mouth opened up instantly, but she still tried to keep her voice calm.

"How about the Japanese food store, I have already set the location."

There was a hum, and the tone was also calm: "Okay, then we will see you later."

"see you later."

After hanging up the phone, Zujin immediately clenched his fist.

"Yay!"

In fact, if she hadn't been wearing high heels, she would have stomped her feet with excitement.

As a result, she was excited, and when she turned her head, Xia Tong happened to push the door in.

"Um, Sister Jin, I knocked on the door." Xia Tong was cautious.

Zujin tugged at the corner of his clothes: "Has the seat been set?"

"It's time to go, Sister Jin, let me go and take a long look..."

"No way."

Seeing Xia Tong's expression lost, Zu Jin couldn't help but comforted: "I will let you see you later, what anxious."

Although Zujin is currently at the most exciting stage of his secret love, he is far from fainting.

She didn't want too many people to know about this before she was not sure about it.

After all, her identity is quite special, and although Yan Lin's identity is not clear to her, it should not be an ordinary person.

So if someone with ulterior motives knows it, it will inevitably make a fuss and cause more trouble.

If it can be avoided, try to avoid it.

The Japanese food store is very close to the Qiyu Group, so Zujin did not drive.

She walked there alone, but she didn't expect to walk to the entrance of the Japanese food store, and Yan Lin also happened to walk across from the other side.

Both of them couldn't help but laugh.

Yan Lin didn't wear a suit today, nor did he deliberately use wax to trim his hair like when Zu Jin met him two times before.

A simple white shirt with light-colored jeans makes him look more grounded and a bit younger.

However, the man is tall, with a straight back, humble and gentle temperament, and he is still eye-catching when walking on the street.

"Did you not go to work today?" Zujin asked softly.

"Rest today."

With that said, Yan Lin opened the glass door and let her walk in front.

The two walked in one after the other, Zujin called the waiter the number of the appointment, and the waiter took them to the second floor.

The second floor is more quiet and there are not so many guests.

And their position is against the floor-to-ceiling windows, so that even if there are more guests waiting on the second floor, they won't be disturbed.

Zu Jin was very satisfied with this place, thinking that Xia Tong would really choose, and she must praise it when she returns.

After ordering the menu, the waiter first brought up a pot of Genmaicha.

Pour it into the teacup and immediately smell the faint fragrance, but Zu Jin was not interested in this kind of tea, so he just picked it up and took a sip without touching it any more.

Seeing Yan Lin sitting opposite, silent in the white mist, she suddenly felt that she didn't say anything. It's not bad to sit together like this.

But it doesn't seem to be good to say nothing.

But at this time, Yan Lin spoke first.

"Has your car been repaired?"

Zujin felt guilty, and quickly picked up his tea cup to cover up: "Oh, it's fixed, thank you for letting me take a ride last night."

"You're welcome."

Yan Lin paused, his expression suddenly became a little guilty.

He looked down and said, "Actually, I thought you were looking for a loan from me last night."

"...What do you mean?" Zujin was puzzled.

"Because at the dinner party yesterday, I actually heard you and the man next to you say that I was a raw egg."

"puff!"