"OK."

Zhang Netyi was already very used to Liu Zhenying's unreliability, so he immediately helped her decide: "Is 520 okay, boss? 520 is a homophone for I love you, and the boss lady will definitely be moved."

Liu Zhenying didn't pick any of these, let alone such a good meaning that could coax people. He immediately smiled with widened eyebrows and said: "Okay, I will tell Xiao Shi later and let him give you a bonus."

Workers like this kind of generous boss.

Immediately, the compliment "Thank you, boss, the boss is the most beautiful" blurted out. However, Zhang Netyi thought about the wedding information that was sent to his mailbox, and sighed helplessly: "Boss, what are you preparing for?"

Are you going to hold a wedding with the boss lady sometime? I can also arrange the schedule here."

Now Qu Xiaojue's assistant has sent her the relevant information. The wedding must be held within this six months.

"The tentative decision is next year."

To be honest, Liu Zhenying was not too sure. He held his mobile phone, his bright face overflowing with unabashed relaxation and joy: "Xiao Jue said that he will propose this year and get married next year. Let you prepare for the wedding first, so as to save time when the time comes.

Something went wrong."

next year?

That's still very early.

Zhang Netyi was about to speak when something suddenly came to his mind: "Boss, if I remember correctly, the boss's wife should have proposed to you."

When recording a program last fall, Qu Xiaojue knelt down on one knee on a country road, decorated with brilliant fireworks.

Who would ask for marriage twice?

"But that was what I asked for when I got engaged."

After arranging the apology gifts, Liu Zhenying leaned lazily on the sofa, eating the fruit platter brought by Aunt Guo, and responded quite naturally: "Now that I'm getting married, I must ask again. Isn't this the process all the time?

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Just like the wedding, the wedding rings and wedding dresses will definitely need to be changed again.

You can't still wear the clothes you wore when you got engaged.

"Ah?" Zhang Netyi is also unmarried. Naturally, he doesn't know so much. He rubbed his phone with his fingers and said honestly: "I don't know either."

"But Xiao Jue and I both think so."

Speaking of Qu Xiaojue, Liu Zhenying smiled like a flower, with his almond-shaped eyes rolled into a crescent shape: "He also said that the proposal scene during the engagement was a bit small, and he wanted to make it bigger this time."

"How big do you want the boss lady to be?"

"I don't know either, he refused to tell me."

At this time, Zhang Netyi fell back completely helpless.

She was already devastated when she received the wedding information from Qu Xiaojue's assistant, and now there was a marriage proposal. Thinking about it, she knew that Qu Xiaojue would definitely notify her in advance to help.

She just asks her not to be like in the novel, with nine hundred and ninety-nine roses and fireworks all over the city, otherwise it would really be...

The boss talks and the assistant breaks his leg.

As a representative of leadership, Qu Xiaojue naturally does not understand the collapse of migrant workers, but he does understand the pain of not being able to get a marriage certificate for his destined wife, and he also understands...

The pain of being teased by your boss.

Mr. Zhu's laughter almost echoed in the entire office. He ignored Qu Xiaojue's cold and gloomy black face and said unceremoniously: "Yesterday, you two young couple sang together, which made us, an old man, speechless. Today,

Fortunately, I can't even get a marriage certificate. In all my years of living, this is the first time I've seen someone unable to get a marriage certificate."

The more he spoke, the uglier Qu Xiaojue's face became, almost gnashing his teeth: "You always call me here just to laugh at me?"

"That's the main purpose."
Chapter completed!