My Wife is a Workaholic

After calling Yan Lin, Zu Jin felt that his spirit and emotions were much more stable.

Standing up with the coffee table, she wanted to go upstairs and continue to rest.

But when he walked to the stairs, he suddenly turned and walked towards the kitchen.

The casserole on the gas stove was still steaming.

She lifted the lid with a rag, and a strong smell of chicken soup floated out.

After humming twice, she flipped through the drawer to get the chopsticks, and whispered: "Don't eat white, don't eat!"

But just after picking up a piece of chicken and taking a bite, she couldn't help but spit it out immediately.

"Emma, ​​why is it so salty!"

Not only is it salty, but it's not cooked yet.

It would be better if it simmered for a while.

After two days of rest at home, Zu Jin became alive again.

She returned to the group for a whole morning meeting. In the afternoon, she met with a few people who were cooperating on the project to talk about things. In the evening, naturally everyone would have to eat and drink.

So the day passed in a blink of an eye.

When it can be quiet, it is already past 11 o'clock in the evening.

Zu Jin stood on the side of the road outside the clubhouse, blowing the night breeze to make his head sober, and then he remembered that as agreed today, he should meet Yan Lin for dinner.

But now it's so late and time is too late, it seems that they both missed their appointment.

Standing under the dim street lamp, she was a little bit lost in her heart.

But after taking out the phone and turning it on, she found that there was a missed call in the phone.

It was Yan Lin calling at around five o'clock in the afternoon.

But at that time, she seemed to be having a meeting with those partners, and the phone was turned off.

At this time, Xia Tong came from behind and opened the door to let her get in the car.

After getting in the car, he took a sigh of relief. Zujin decided to call back. It's so late, so I will write a text message to explain, and I will talk about the rest tomorrow.

But maybe it was because of drinking alcohol that her fingers weren't so obedient. When she was editing a text message, she accidentally pressed her phone number and called Yan Lin.

"Dududu..."

With every ringing, Zujin felt his heart beating harder.

"Zu Jin?"

The background sound from Yan Lin was a little noisy, but soon became quiet again, as if to answer the phone and walked to a room with no one.

It seems that he hasn't slept yet.

Zu Jin breathed a sigh of relief: "Well, sorry, I have been busy this afternoon and I didn't receive your call."

Yan Lin's voice was calm: "It's okay, I think you are also busy, so I won't bother you anymore."

Zu Jin wanted to continue to say something, but she worried that Xia Tong and the driver were still there.

At this time, she felt a little embarrassed about what she said to Yan Lin.

After thinking about it, she decided to end the call as soon as possible.

"I heard you are still busy? I won't bother you anymore, we'll contact you another day."

Who knows, Yan Lin replied: "I'm just attending a friend's engagement dinner. It's almost over. Let's eat together at noon tomorrow. Do you have time?"

Zu Jin gave a thud in his heart.

"If you have time, see you tomorrow."

"see you tomorrow."

Quickly hung up the phone, Zujin used his peripheral light to observe the movement of the other two people in the car.

It might be too late, and Xia Tong didn't notice anything, so the driver in front naturally wouldn't say much.

Pursing the corners of her mouth, she turned her head and looked out the car window.

In the reflection of the car window glass, she felt as if she blushed again.

At noon the next day, Zujin got stuck and came to the place agreed by the two.

Yan Lin seemed to have been waiting for a while. He was sitting on the sofa by the dining room, still in a simple white shirt and jeans, looking gentle and elegant.

"Sorry, something has been delayed."

Yan Lin smiled, put down the magazine and gestured to her to please.

"It feels like you have been busy."

Zu Jin was taken aback for a moment. After taking off her coat and sitting down, she drank her saliva before replying: "Yes, basically every day, but I think you are very leisurely. I thought you would be an investment Busier?"

"Well, it was like this when I first started a business, but now I divide the work and work together to explain everything, so I feel comfortable."

Zujin couldn't help but gave him a thumbs up: "You are lucky to have so many trustworthy people."

Yan Lin raised his eyebrows: "I thought you would boast that I can afford it?"

"Ah? You are indeed worthy of praise for this point, but for making you so easy, is it better for your employees to do more?"

However, Zujin regretted it after she said it. Although she is the president of the group, there is a board of directors above her.

So she is actually a senior employee, and Yan Lin is a real big boss. The status of the two can't be compared at all, so the vision is naturally different.

She thinks that if she is the boss and is ignored for her leadership and compliments her subordinates instead, she will definitely feel uncomfortable.

But Yan Lin unexpectedly did not show any displeasure.

He raised the water glass, and took the initiative to touch Zujin's glass.

"You are really straightforward."

Zu Jin was ashamed: "Thank you."

"I'm worried that you won't have time for work this afternoon, so I didn't take you to the private kitchen that I said last time, but this restaurant also tastes good."

When Zu Jin heard it, she remembered that she hadn't had time to see what restaurant this was.

But when she looked up, she found that this was actually a Shaanxi noodle restaurant, which was really grounded.

She laughed dryly: "Then you can eat it with confidence this time."

The two suddenly laughed at the same time.

Two people didn't order any dishes, only one bowl of noodle soup, and two dishes of side dishes.

Waiting for the above work, Zujin looked at the bright sunshine outside the window, and his depressed mood these days finally relaxed a lot.

"Actually I have something I want to tell you."

Yan Lin looked at her with an indifferent expression, but there was another kind of introversion in him that people couldn't ignore.

It was only now that Zujin understood that it turned out that this was tempered by a person with a high position for too long, and she actually thought that the other party was all because of a too good temperament.

She frosted her hands with the pattern on the water glass: "It was that night, I said that my car broke down, but I actually lied."

Yan Lin was silent for two seconds: "Huh? Why?"

"Actually, that was not the first time I saw me. The first time I saw you was at noon on the day of the dinner. I happened to have lunch near Qiyu, and then I saw you walking by the side of the road alone. I almost stumbled as you walked, and then the coffee was spilled all over, that embarrassed look..."

Yan Lin couldn't help but sneered twice and explained: "It turns out that it is, I was a bit too drunk that day."

Zu Jin said: "So I saw you at the dinner party in the evening, and you didn't bring your business card, and stood there alone, I just..."

"What?" Yan Lin asked suspiciously.

"I think you are...cute."

Zu Jin said the word cute very slowly, because these two words are indeed a bit numb.

But looking at Yan Lin’s astonished gaze, Zu Jin bit his head and continued speaking: “Because I really like a man of your type, who seems to be in need of protection, but I have been obedient two days ago. When I knew your identity, I gave up. Everything is impossible."

The waiter came over with two bowls of noodle soup and gave them a small dish of shredded radish pickles.

Before eating, Yan Lin thanked the waiter, but this time he didn't even lift his head.

Zukin became even more embarrassed immediately, she said thank you, and when the waiter left, she felt a little bit irritated.

"What do you keep looking at me like this?"

Yan Lin reacted, bowed his head and said in a weird tone: "Because I have never met a woman who is so direct to you."

"you!"

Yan Lin quickly put down his chopsticks and made a gesture of surrender: "Sorry, I shouldn't say that, you continue."

Zujin sipped a big mouthful of hot soup, frowning his brows.

"There is nothing more to say. I originally planned to confess to you if the opportunity is right, and then see if you are willing to quit your job after marriage and stay at home to take care of my wife and children so that I can continue to work. The salary to feed the whole family is not a problem, who knows..."

After a pause, Zujin sighed: "Good fellow, you are actually Crowe's boss, so what can I say?"

No matter how powerful people are, at their age, if they have any pure hope for feelings, they are destined to be alone.

The two of them quieted down for a while while eating noodles and drinking soup.

As time passed, Zujin felt that his heart was sinking.

But this made her head more sober.

Perhaps in front of Yan Lin, speaking of this ridiculous fantasy allowed her to find a way to vent, or perhaps Yan Lin's silent expression forced her to calm down so that she could look more decent.

"I think the method you mentioned is feasible. After all, it's okay for a man to take care of the family."

Yan Lin suddenly said.

"......what?"

"Aren’t you busy with work? I can give my work to my subordinates, so I have plenty of time. If you have a child after marriage, someone must take care of it. After all, if you work and let the nanny take care of it, it will affect the child’s physical and mental development. It's not so good."

Zu Jin picked a chopstick noodle and was about to stuff it into his mouth, but he froze there.

The two looked at each other for a while, before she recovered, took a tissue and wiped her mouth.

"Then do you like children? I am so old, and I will definitely have children immediately after I get married."

Yan Lin replied: "I didn't like it, and I didn't like it, but if it was my own child, I would definitely put a lot of energy on him."

Zu Jin squinted his eyes: "Then what do you think we have developed to be suitable for marriage?"

Yan Lin smiled: "At least not like this. After all, we have only seen each other a few times. When we get married, I think at the very least, in front of each other, without so much cover up. For example, I can see that you and me have dinner. I didn’t enjoy it that much when I was, you were very nervous, but I also have a problem. I shouldn’t hide my identity from you in the first place, nor should I..."

Zujin couldn't hold back, and interrupted him: "Nothing? In fact, I think that when you eat together in the future, you can just set the menu directly. Every time we meet and sit, it's a waste of time. "

Yan Lin nodded: "Understood, let me arrange these things in the future."

"Then what else did you say?"

"I mean, in fact, you don't say this, I also plan to wait for the right opportunity to talk to you..."

"What are you talking about?"

Yan Lin cleared his throat, and the tips of his ears became red with blood.

His eyes fell on the seasoning jar between the two, his voice softly.

"Because I actually have a good impression of you, but I am worried that if you say it so quickly, it will scare you, but I didn't expect you to act too fast."

Zu Jin also coughed: "Anyway, I am chasing you. You agree, right?"

"Well, the future will be long, so forgive me."

As Yan Lin said, he took the water glass and touched her again.

"It will be a long day, forgive me!"

The two of them drank cold white like white wine, and they looked at each other and laughed again irrespective of the contract.