Without raising his head, Yu Jinwen looked at the document in his hand and said calmly: "I will give you a few extra days of annual leave this year so that you can relax and unwind."

"real?"

He Zhao's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he thought to himself: You still have some conscience.

He had already arranged the annual vacation itinerary in his mind, and Yu Jinwen said, "Ten days, is it enough?"

"Crack."

A heart that had just become beautiful was broken again.

"goodbye!"

He Zhao was angry, "I want to resign, I quit!"

It is better to expect a sow to climb a tree than to expect capitalists to have a conscience.

"return."

Yu Jinwen finally raised his head.

He Zhao stopped, stood at the door and looked at the boss angrily, pointed to his face, and then to his hair, "Look at my face, there must be at least ten wrinkles! Old man

I’m almost ten years old! And my hair is falling out in handfuls. There has never been a precedent for baldness in our family. Can’t we start the Mediterranean era here? Then how can I marry a wife in the future? It’s too difficult for me.

Already..."

He really wanted to cry, but he couldn't squeeze out the tears.

"I know, you have worked hard these days."

Yu Jinwen looked at him with an apologetic look on his face.

The expression on He Zhao's face dropped, and he suddenly became wary again when he looked at Yu Jinwen, "Wait, wait... you have never used this trick before, do you have another conspiracy...

"

"You are still plotting. You are suffering from persecution paranoia."

Yu Jinwen rolled his eyes at him angrily, put down the pen, opened the drawer, took out a stack of concert tickets, and handed them to He Zhao, "Look at this."

He Zhao took it and was stunned for a moment when he saw it, "Vienna New Year Concert?!"

"Um."

After working for a long time, Yu Jinwen leaned back in his chair tiredly and said: "Don't you always want to take your parents and your little boyfriend to the concert? Xiao Song has always remembered it. Let's go and have fun with your family.

, I will reimburse you for food, clothing, housing and transportation.”

"Holy shit!"

He Zhao had never thought that such a good thing would happen in his life. He looked at Yu Jinwen in disbelief, "Isn't this a dream? When did you become so kind!"

"Don't put a high hat on me."

Yu Jinwen turned his neck and said, "Xiao Song's idea."

When he mentioned his wife, a gentle smile appeared on his lips unconsciously. In terms of delicacy and thoughtfulness, no one could compare to his Xiaosong. She was so proud.

"Thank you ma'am!"

He Zhao smiled and put away the tickets, "Then I'm not welcome!"

Nan Song received a long thank-you and rainbow fart from He Zhao. She was convinced by He Zhao's words and was now becoming more and more coaxing. She wondered if it was influenced by his little boyfriend. Thinking of this, she asked Yu Jinwen

, "Have you met He Zhao's boyfriend?"

"without."

Yu Jinwen leaned on the bedside and looked at the meeting arrangements for tomorrow. He thought for a while and said, "It's quite mysterious. He Zhao has been hiding it from anyone. It is said that he is a third-tier star."

"Oh, you have to keep a low profile."

Nowadays, the general public is much more accepting of all kinds of love, but due to the constraints of the general environment, there are few people in the industry who really dare to come out.

Since He Zhao didn't want to share it, Nan Song resisted the urge to gossip and didn't ask any more questions.

She was looking at the latest issue of pictures of cultural relics restored by her grandfather and the others on her tablet, when a dialog box popped up on WeChat. When she clicked on it, it was actually from Song Xiao.

Song Xiao is an artist under Nanxing Media and Gu Fang's nephew.

The two only contacted each other occasionally.

Nan Song originally thought that the text message Song Xiao sent would be an ordinary greeting message, but when he opened it, it was a thank you message with a picture attached, which was the ticket for the concert!

"watt?"
Chapter completed!