This is a very "crazy" anti-routine CEO article (crazy can't be pronounced...)
The whole city has a unified saying: The young master of the Jiang family has married a beauty who has a perfect face but a poor brain. I spread my hands: after all, one must sacrifice one's appearance and IQ!
On the day I was furloughed, I stood in front of Jiang's house with a suitcase half as tall as a man, and asked a sincere question: "Master Jiang, I am now enrolled in a primary school mathematics sprint class to learn how to solve linear equations in two variables. Can you cancel the 'return'?"
Unexpectedly, when he turned around, he was drugged, sent to the wrong room in a daze, and plunged into a cold and hard embrace. When he opened his eyes and saw the face of Mr. Huo, a top wealthy man, he was stunned on the spot: Isn't this the legendary "misogyny ceiling" of hiding three meters away from women when they see them?
He pinched my waist and muttered very seriously: "Why is it so ridiculously soft..."
What's even more amazing is that Mr. Huo's subordinates "delivered" me to Mr. Huo's bed on time every day in order to cure the boss's illness, euphemistically calling it "immersion therapy."
Until I walked into the living room of the Huo family holding up a pregnancy test stick with two bars, the whole city went crazy: "The abandoned woman of the Jiang family who can even calculate the wrong numbers in a linear equation of two variables is actually pregnant with the golden grandson of the Huo family?!"
