Chapter 998 Xiao Ming's 108-year-old grandfather

  Facts have proved that this decision is very wrong.

  It was very irritable to comb the hair of this little thing, and now I started to write homework, and it became even more annoying.

  Especially young girls like to ask questions—

   "Dad, do you know Grandpa Xiaoming?"

  Lu Junhan looked down, like making dumplings, stuffing the little girl’s hair into the hair circle, without thinking about it, he said casually:

"do not know."

  The little girl whispered: "Brother Xiyan said, Grandpa Xiaoming can live 108 years old."

  Lu Junhan: "..."

  Chen Shuo: "..."

  Because he never cares about business, right?

  Ok, we get it.

  Xiao Lu Li said: "Dad, do you think you can live to be 108 years old?"

  Lu Junhan: "..."

  Lu Junhan expressionlessly: "If you talk nonsense again, I promise you will not even be able to survive three years now!"

   "I have already lived,"

  The little girl moved her fingers, and the little milk muttered to count:

   "Auntie said that they are 4 years old this year, that's not true! They should be 301 years old now, many years older than Grandpa Xiaoming! I've lived to be 3 years old..."

  Lu Junhan: "..."

  Chen Shuo: "..."

   "Yes," Little Lori clenched her fist, "I'm already over 3 years old! I'm really amazing!"

  Chen Shuo: "..."

  Lu Junhan: "..."

   Who taught her the **** habit of boasting as she talked.

  Finally, Lu Junhan simply didn't stop doing it and found a piece of tape to seal the little girl's chattering mouth.

  The world is finally quiet.

  Little girl: "..."

  So, can dad live to be 108 years old?

  ...

  Downstairs.

Sales.

  A group of employees are still gossiping desperately.

   "Hey, have you all heard of it? Mr. Lu went to work today and brought his daughter too!"

   "Daughter? Riri?"

"Of course, who else is besides her! I tell you that she is actually more beautiful than the ones on TV, her eyes are dark, as if she can talk, her eyelashes are too long, and, there is that The face is really white and tender, and there are two tufts of baby fat on the cheeks, not to mention how cute, if it weren't for the fear of Mr. Lu killing me, I would like to rub her face!"

   "Hey, it's a pity to say that I was almost able to talk to Lili just now."

   "Hey, me too. After all, in the entire Haicheng, who doesn't know that Mr. Lu is the most precious of his daughter. If we can make the little girl happy, the benefits will not be too much!"

  Several women chatted in full swing, and suddenly, a smiling female voice that was gentle to the extreme, as if the spring breeze was blowing, sounded in their ears:

   "What are you talking about?"

  The speaker is a very beautiful woman in a white dress. She is tall and exquisite, and her voice is the same as her voice, and she has a unique temperament that is gentle and watery.

   Seeing that it was her, the few people couldn’t get any jealousy, and they all smiled and said:

  "We are talking about Mr. Lu bringing his daughter to the company today."

   "President Lu's daughter?" Wen Er was stunned, as if a little wrong: "President Lu brought his daughter today?"

  Others did not notice that her words were completely different from her stunned expression.

  It seems that Wen Er has long known that Lu Junhan will bring Xiao Lu Li to the company today.

   "Yes, you came late, you must have not seen it, hey, I had secretly taken a few photos if I knew it."

  Wener smiled and said: "It's okay, maybe there will be opportunities in the future."

"makes sense."

  The man was talking, and suddenly noticed that Wen Er was wearing extra beauty today.

  Lu did not make it mandatory to wear employee uniforms, especially their sales department. They usually stay in the company for a short time. They usually go outside to socialize, run orders, and receive guests, and they should be more dignified and decent.

  But he is not as dignified as Wen Er is now.

  Wen's current appearance, as if she can go to a high-end dinner party in the upper class in an instant, there is a kind of excessive beauty, but people can not be jealous of her, only love.

   "Wun Er, what you wore today is so beautiful."

  The man took a look and said, "Even the hair looks good, I see, is there a date at night?"

  Others looked at her narrowly and ambiguously.

  Usually, the sales department is a place where the gun smoke is very heavy. After all, there are so many customers. Usually, for a single business, two women in the sales department fight each other. This is more important than the United States.

  But they just can't hate Wen Er. Maybe Wen Er's temperament is too gentle, and there is no contradiction with them. They all treat her as a sister.

   Wen Er smiled and lifted his hair, and said amusedly:

   "Where did you all want to go, someone just gave me a dress, I thought it looked good, so I just wore it to work."

  It's the people who know the goods and saw the brand of the skirt:

   "Wait a minute, this skirt is not a small brand, I seem to have seen exactly the same skirt in fashion magazines before, at least one hundred thousand!"

   "Oh my God, Wen Er, isn't the person you talking about a super rich second generation, right?"

  Speaking, the man looked at Wen Er several more times, and finally, his eyes fell on her thin, white, glowing wrist:

   "There is also this bracelet, which is too beautiful. There are several diamonds on it. I think there should be hundreds of thousands of them?"

   Wen Er put his fingers close to the bracelet, and smiled without saying a word.

After   , Wen talked for a while, then turned around and went to the bathroom. The women looked at her leaving behind and couldn’t help saying:

   "Wen Er is so beautiful, let alone a man, I want to marry her if I am a woman!"

  Other people echoed.

   "I dream of becoming a woman like Wen Er, too gentle and too beautiful!"

  Someone seemed to think of something:

   "By the way, I don’t know if it’s my illusion. How do I feel that Wener doesn’t seem to be so pretty before? He has a heavy personality and doesn’t like talking at all. The performance is also the bottom of our place."

   But now it’s different, just like Wen Er, with a lot of rich second-generation chasing her.

  The performance is not as expensive as a bottle of wine for those who are rich.

  Therefore, Wen Er doesn't need to do almost anything. Their monthly performance is the number one in their department. They don't even mention how envious they are.

  "It should be that you haven't had much contact with Wener before, right,"

The speaker was a sales lady who used to be very aggressive. Relying on her seniority, she often suppressed the good-looking newcomers who just came in, but at this time, she unconditionally defended Wen Er, not jealous of Wen Er's growth. Things better than her:

   "I think Wen Er is pretty good."

  Waiting for a few people to chat, they were about to break up. When they started their respective work, they didn’t know what was wrong, and they just took a step.

  Either they have their ankles, or the zipper of their skirts broke open and almost disappeared, or they knocked their arms on the corner of the table and knocked them blue.

  Anyway, it's bad luck.

  (End of this chapter)