"Take a bath." Tang Lin sat in the sofa, crossed his body, took his legs up, and leaned against one end of the sofa, stretching comfortably.

As if in line with his answer, some sound of water immediately came from Fan Peiyang's bedroom.

"What do you want to eat at noon?" Nange over there had already opened the refrigerator, which contained some instant food they bought. "If you don't want to eat canned food, I'll get the inventory."

If you buy food once, there are 50 kinds, but except for fast food, other hot foods can only be stored in the hotel system first and can be picked up as soon as you eat.

It's time to have lunch, but-

Zheng Luozhu looked at Nan Ge in front of the refrigerator, then Tang Lin in the sofa, and then thought about the boss who was washing away the dust of fighting in the bathroom, and felt a little guilty in his heart: "Well, should we do a battle summary? Isn't it good to be so relaxed and leisurely..."

The boss has worked hard all morning, and they have done nothing, and they are still thinking about eating...

"Bamboo," Tang Lin sat up a little and looked at him, "Why did you work for President Fan?"

Zheng Luozhu stood next to the sofa and caught off guard against the sudden throwing problem: "Just... I was passing the level and happened to meet the boss. He said he was recruiting people. I thought he had to pass the level anyway, and it would be good to make some money, so I followed. But I really didn't expect that I was holding a thick thigh, and I--"

As soon as he talked about this, Zheng Luozhu was excited, sat on another sofa and began to tell Tang Lin about the brilliant achievements of the Five Black Party in the front level.

At the end of the talk, Nange turned off the refrigerator, lay on the bar not far away, drinking a drink and listening to the "storytelling".

Zheng Luozhu talked for more than ten minutes in one breath, but later found that it was not possible. He couldn't finish it. He took a breath and automatically summarized: "Huh--Anyway, the routine is almost the same, it's just crushing all the way."

Tang Lin asked: "If you use one word to describe the life, money, and battles that follow Mr. Fan, all count."

Zheng Luozhu didn't have to think: "It's so good! It doesn't count."

Tang Lin couldn't hold back anymore and smiled: "Then do you know why I partnered with Fan Peiyang?"

Zheng Luozhu was stopped and subconsciously watched Nange, wanting to ask for help from the audience outside the venue.

Nan Ge convinced his mind to keep turning: "Like you-"

Zheng Luozhu was slow for two seconds: "Happy?"

Tang Lin's answer was that when he lay down on the sofa, the standard president was paralyzed.

Zheng Luozhu has no problem anymore and no guilt.

People are born with a mission. Mr. Fan is responsible for making his teammates happy, and they are responsible for making them happy.

Tang Lin lay comfortably on the sofa, the smile on his face never dissipated.

The words teasing Zheng Luozhu reminded him of the days when he started a business. In fact, he was unhappy at the beginning, and it was hard to start a business, and he and Fan Peiyang were no exception. In addition, both of them were unwilling to compromise. On several occasions, Tang Lin wanted to break up.

But it didn't break up after all, and the company grew and grew to this day.

Everything is long after you look back and you will feel that bitterness is also sweet.

Tang Lin was in the memory for a long time, and when his thoughts gathered, he felt that the surroundings were quiet and strange.

He wanted to sit up, but before he could move, his head suddenly became dark.

Fan Peiyang came to the sofa at some point and stood there quietly, blocking his light, leaving only his domineering shadow, covering him.

"It's better to follow me?" Fan Peiyang lowered his head slightly, with a hint of humor in his voice.

With eyes facing each other, a drop of undried water fell from the ends of his hair and fell on Tang Lin's cheek.

Tang Lin forgot everything he wanted to say.

"Well, I suddenly got sleepy, I'll go take a nap-" It was Zheng Luozhu who ran away with a crackling sound.

"You guys talk." Nan Ge's steps were light and fast.

Tang Lin was not sure how many people were in the living room, but now he knows.

Above his head, Mr. Fan was still watching condescendingly.

Tang Lin gently wiped the water droplets from his face with his thumb, looked at him and said, "I'm thirsty."

The air is quiet for two seconds.

Fan Peiyang turned around and went to the dining table to get the bottle of water.

Tang Lin took the opportunity to sit up.

Fan Peiyang returned with the water and found that Tang Lin had already stood up, put an arm on the backrest of the sofa, looking at his expression as if he was watching something interesting.

"What are you laughing at?" Fan Peiyang handed the water over for no reason.

Tang Lin took the water and said, "I have been observing for a long time. You really don't use a stationery tree at all in normal times. Just like when I asked you to get water just now, you can let the bottle fly over by yourself."

Fan Peiyang still couldn't understand the key point: "Is there any difference?"

"Of course," Tang Lin was serious, "You only use the gospel of lazy people when fighting, and you let it down too much."

Fan Peiyang walked around to the front of the sofa, and Tang Lin naturally moved his legs away to free some space for him.

"Then what do you think should be used?" Fan Peiyang sat down.

On the first day after I knew Fan Peiyang's stationery tree, Tang Lin imagined it was simply too beautiful: "If I were you, I would lie on the sofa when I was idle, and you didn't have to do anything yourself. Whatever you wanted would fly to you automatically."

Fan Peiyang shook his head: "No pursuit."

Tang Lin sighed that he didn't understand: "This is the ultimate meaning of happiness."

Fan Peiyang suddenly thought of something and asked seriously: "You wanted to be the financial director at the beginning, did you want to be lazy?"

Tang Lin was chatting about stationery all the time, and a huge pot came from the sky: "Mr. Fan, next time you go back to reality, go to the Finance Department to say what you just now, and see if the colleagues from the Finance Department will destroy you with the financial statements of Chengshan."

Fan Peiyang was so happy, laughing in his chest, and said softly: "The person who can destroy me has not been born yet."

Tang Lin half-squinted his eyes: "Do you know that you feel confident and deserve a beating?"

Fan Peiyang looked at him with a smile: "Do you know what you said I deserve a beating, it's very delicious."

Tang Lin was stunned there.

His expression was so innocent that Fan Peiyang didn't want to take it slowly. He wanted to dye this person his color as quickly as possible.

Tang Lin watched Fan Peiyang get closer and closer, and suddenly realized, and his body instinctively hid backward.

Fan Peiyang stopped.

In just a few seconds, too many emotions flashed in his eyes.

Tang Lin didn't have time to understand.

In the end, Fan Peiyang just raised his hand and touched his head.
Chapter completed!