When Lin Yao arrived at the old house, it was still a little early, and it was not until eleven o'clock, but several cars had already parked outside the old house.

He glanced at the cars and squeezed his little Shari between a Fork Six and a Cayenne. Shari was instantly flooded by two cars and almost couldn't open the door when he got off the car.

Very good, safe, don't worry about being scratched.

When he got off the bus, he glanced at the license plate and found that the license plate of the Cayenne was actually my father's, a bunch of 8.

This discovery made him feel a little depressed. Why did Lin Zong ask him to come for dinner and call him dad? Dad is so busy lately that he is late when he gets home and has no spare time to educate him. It’s good that he is still a ward at noon and is delivered to his dad to train him.

It's really boring.

Lin Yao entered the old house dejectedly.

This place is decorated very much like that, which is very consistent with Lin Zong and the other people's mysterious style. The house itself is on the oldest street in the old city and is hidden in an alley. Lin Yao feels lost every time he comes. When he enters the yard, he is full of pools, rockery and various flowers and plants. He has to pass through the corridor next to him to see several rooms far away.

A little waiter came out from inside and smiled when he saw Lin Yao: "Second Young Master."

"I really know how to call," Lin Yao was happy. The little girl was named Yu Hui. He was very impressed by her. She was sweet-mouthed and knew how to do things. She was Lin Zong and the others' right-hand man. "Where is your eldest master Lin?"

"The private room in the backyard, go straight to it. Mr. Lin is here too. I won't take you anymore. There will be customers here later." Yu Hui waved her hand at him and ran all the way to the yard.

The private room in the backyard was not open, it was the place where Lin Zong and the others entertained their friends. Lin Yao opened the door and went in and saw that his parents were all there, and Lin Zongzheng was accompanying his father to have tea.

"Dad, mom..." Lin Yao was stunned when he said hello to his father and turned to look at his mother again, "Why are you like this again?"

"What's wrong? It's such a hot day and I can't find clothes to wear," my mother took a sip of tea and glanced at him calmly, "What, do you have any objections to your mother?"

"No, no objection at all," Lin Yao looked at the big red silk pajamas on his mother, bent down and looked under the table. When he saw the prada on her feet, he couldn't imagine that his mother was wearing this outfit and then floating across the yard of the old house. "It would be better if you just wear slippers, it's better."

"Stop talking nonsense," my mother stretched out her hand at him with a smile, "Come here, I touch my forehead, are you still burning?"

"It's okay, I don't feel anything anymore," Lin Yao sat next to his mother and glanced at Lin Zong, "Will you have a party today?"

"I went to your grandma's house in the morning, and when I came back, I came to try it." Dad looked at Lin Yao, "Why, your little work has caused you a fever?"

"It's hot to drive," Lin Zong laughed, "How about I buy him a Kia."

"No." Lin Yao glanced at him. He knew that Lin Zong felt sorry for him, but Lin Zong thought about his work the same as his father. His father wanted a helper, and Lin Zong was afraid that he would suffer from work.

"Your drawing job is enough to play with it. You can draw it normally," my dad lit a cigarette, "Your mom should feel distressed again when you are tired and sick."

"It's not painting..." Lin Yao lay on the table, he was too lazy to explain to his father.

"That's graphic design," Lin Zong corrected his father, and pressed the bell on the table to serve the waiter, "Let's have a meal first, let's talk about this later."

My father always imagined his profession and career as an artist with long hair or long beard clipped on his ears. This made Lin Yao very depressed. Although Lin Zong explained to him that it was called graphic design, he would still say that he would draw next time.

"I want to eat meat, don't just give me wild vegetables." Lin Yao lay on the table and emphasized weakly.

After Guan Ze sent Lu Teng to school, he rushed back to the company. When he waited for the red light, he took out his phone and flipped through the notepad. He made sure that there was no arrangement for the weekend, so he felt relieved.

You can't lie to children, otherwise you will turn into garlic paste in the next life.

There were a few text messages on the phone. Guan Ze casually searched for it. Except for the one sent by the marketing secretary, the rest were sent by friends in the game.

The PK rules are about to be changed? It has been shouted for two or three months before, but this time it is probably an announcement has been made. Each of them is as if they are turning over and serfs are singing.

Guan Ze did not reply and put his phone back in his pocket. He didn't care whether he changed the PK rules or not. For him, these didn't have much impact. It's so interesting to keep killing and killing.

However, for those who are the ones who smile, it must be a bombshell. The history of the domineering area is about to end.

The phone I just put in my pocket rang again within two minutes. The ringtone should be the call from the work category. Guan Ze stuffed his headphones: "Hello, I am Guan Ze, who?"

"Guan Ze, I, Qiu Yueling," a woman came from there with a calm and smiling voice, "I just called your office and the secretary said you asked for leave in the morning and are you sick?"

"Carry your son to the hospital," Guan Ze hesitated for a moment, and did not continue to drive to the company, but turned on another road. Qiu Yueling's advertising company was on this road, "What's wrong with Mr. Qiu?"

"Oh, everyone says it's okay to call Sister Qiu. I can't change it for so long," Qiu Yueling said, "I'm asking you Director Guan, aren't you embarrassed?"

"No awkward." Guan Ze answered very simply.

"Where are you talking about the serious business? I invite you to have a meal at noon." Qiu Yueling sighed.

Guan Ze knew what she meant to call at this time, so he parked the car on the side of the road: "Downstairs of your company."

When he saw Qiu Yueling walking out of the company building, Guan Ze got out of the car and went around to help her open the car door. Qiu Yueling smiled at him: "Young man hasn't seen him for a month, so he's handsome again."

Guan Ze didn't say anything, turned around and walked back to the cab and got into the car.

He is handsome? He even forgot to shave his beard in the morning. When Guan Ze saw his face in the rearview mirror, he felt quite haggard, and he looked particularly in line with the image of "Lu Teng's father".

"Go to the mountain delicacies museum in Mingdu." Qiu Yueling looked at him.

"Just eat something nearby," Guan Ze looked at his watch. The Mingdu hotel was too far away and he was too lazy to run. "I'll meet two in the afternoon."

"Okay, you choose a place."

When Guan Ze took Qiu Yueling to sit down in a cold noodle restaurant, she sighed: "Brother, are you playing with me? I'll treat you, take me to the cold noodle in North Korea?"

"I love eating this," Guan Ze waved to the waiter, "and I'm in a hurry."

"Okay, cold noodles are cold noodles," Qiu Yueling put the bag on the table and turned to look at the waiter. "Two bowls of cold noodles, large portions, add more red oil, a plate of spicy shredded beef, and..."

"Okay," Guan Ze nodded to the waiter. After the service left, he smiled, "Don't Mr. Qiu lose weight?"

"Well, but I treat you to a meal, I always want to make you full, right?" Qiu Yueling leaned against the chair and looked at him.

"I also lose weight and can't eat it when it's hot."

"Standard figure, don't you always go to the gym?"

"I don't have time to go lately." Guan Ze poured a cup of tea for Qiu Yueling.

"Your marketing department has been very busy recently," Qiu Yueling picked up the cup and took a sip. "I heard that you Mr. Liu has a new plan?"

"Do you have a set of information?" Guan Ze smiled, "I won't even say anything if I beat you to death."

Qiu Yueling looked at the less obvious dimples on Guan Ze’s left face and smiled: “I’m not interested, and I’m not a fellow traveler. I’m only interested in you if you think about it.”

Guan Ze thought about it and leaned back on the back of the chair: "Mr. Qiu, I have been working at Lao Liu since I graduated. I am used to it. Moreover, I am really lazy. Changing the environment and re-adapting to work is too troublesome for me."

"Guan Ze, we have known each other for three or four years, are we friends?"

"Um."

"I can understand your feelings for your company, but it is true that you can't let go of your hands and feet," Qiu Yueling picked up the cup and knocked it, then took the teapot and poured water into it. The tea quickly overflowed, "Guan Ze, your company is this tea cup. No matter how much water you have, you can only fill it with so much. It's a waste."

Guan Ze smiled and said nothing, and took a tissue and wiped off the water in front of Qiu Yueling.

"I'll give you a big cup, if not enough, I can give you another bowl," Qiu Yueling's smile that had been hanging on her face disappeared, and she changed into a familiar and capable expression. "I'll give you enough space to be able to do the market according to your own ideas. Is it really not attractive to you?"

The waiter brought the noodles and beef over, and Guan Ze lowered his head and mixed them. His favorite was the cold noodles from this restaurant, which were particularly fragrant with red oil.

"Yes," he took a bite of noodles, "but I'm too lazy."

Qiu Yueling pointed to Cherokee who was parked outside: "Well, did you change the car when I knew you? If you had been in our company, you wouldn't have bought a car worth 500,000 at that time."

Guan Ze laughed and smiled for a while. To be honest, he had a good impression of Qiu Yueling. He was in his forties and was still very energetic, bold and meticulous. He was better than Lao Liu in many aspects, and he also maintained a very naive side in some aspects and was very straightforward.

In fact, he has been trying to resign for a long time. While Lao Liu is trying to stay, he also finds a candidate. It is a matter of time to resign, but he is the truth that he is lazy. He wants to resign and rest for a while.

"I still have a house. Besides, I can't get used to driving a good car. I'm worried. I don't have a garage," Guan Ze smiled and continued to lower his head to eat noodles. "I had a poem engraved on my neighbor's car door yesterday."

"Think about it again?"

“What to consider?”

"Think about changing a house with a garage in the future."

Guan Ze sighed, put down his chopsticks, looked at Qiu Yueling for a while, then picked up the chopsticks and ate the noodles: "Give me some more time."

When Lin Yao returned to the company, it was working hours in the afternoon. Their design department was very quiet. They were all people who had not come back from the wonderful and short lunch break. Except for a few who were rushing to live, everyone else looked confused.

"Kobayashi." Someone called him behind him.

"Ah." Lin Yao turned around and it was his colleague Jiang Yifei. This person was his alumnus. He was two seniors and was very good. After Lin Yao joined the company, he has been taking good care of him.

"I answered a customer's call for you in the morning," Jiang Yifei walked over with a cup of tea and pointed to his table, "That tea..."

"No!" Before Lin Yao could finish his words, his eyebrows flipped together, and he lowered his voice and shouted in a low voice, "Does that tea jar still need to be changed? The day before yesterday, their people came to see it and said that this is the only one! They have changed it four times..."

"It's said it was to change back to the last design," Jiang Yifei handed the tea to him, "Come on, take a sip, and defeat the fire."

"It's really hard to do it," Lin Yao took the cup and took a sip. The moment he swallowed it, a bitter smell swept through his taste buds. He was trembling with bitterness and almost pressed the cup on Jiang Yifei's face, "Damn, it's Kuding Tea!"

"Are you losing fire? Don't you have a fever?" Jiang Yifei looked at him with a smile, "Is it better?"

"Doesn't you use to suck the fire when you have a fever? You're not next to each other," Lin Yao returned to his seat and looked at the call record that Jiang Yifei had put on his desk. "The fever has subsided, it's okay."

Lin Yao has always attached great importance to the design draft of this tea jar. This is the first case he received after earnestly working on the senior designers in the design department for several months.

But just this small tea jar made him feel in pain.

At first, the customer said that we wanted to export, and the jars should be in line with the international trend, and we wanted an international style. Lin Yao finally made a tea jar so-called international style. The customer said, Actually, we discussed again, the nation is the world!

So Lin Yao's mind was circling with the most dazzling ethnic style and changed the design. After seeing it, the customer said, "This ethnic style is too rustic, but in fact the ink style is also a national!"

Lin Yao spitted blood and made them a style of ink painting. Now the customer has confirmed that it is the most dazzling national style that is most suitable...

"Manager Liang," Lin Yao called the customer, "Uncle Liang, can we make a decision this time? If I continue to change, I will die of overwork. I just came back from the hospital after I hang up the water."

"It's settled," Manager Liang finally gave him a sure answer readily, "Thank you for your hard work, how is your health? It's so bitter, it's easy to get sick, so you should pay attention to rest!"

"It's okay, thank you Uncle Liang." Lin Yao hung up the phone and breathed a long sigh, leaned on the chair and stretched.
To be continued...