Chapter 37

On Saturday morning, Letong, who rarely doesn't have to work overtime, woke up, but stayed in bed and didn't want to get up until her mobile phone made a "didi" sound.

It's a new e-mail prompt sound. Letong's personal mailbox doesn't have a prompt, but the working mailbox is set up by the conscientious Secretary of Letong.

Go out and touch the mobile phone on the bedside table, take it into the bed and open it.

The sender is indeed the president of Jida.

The contents of the email are as follows:

Time: 3pm to 5pm

Location: my home

Job description: necessary (roasted wings, curried fish eggs), others (according to the ingredients of the refrigerator)

Letong has a look at the time. It's just over ten o'clock. You can stay a little longer and get up again.

At 11 o'clock, Letong got up on time, and after washing, she put her hair together and cleaned up her nest. It took only about ten minutes to clean up the ten square meter apartment. After cleaning up, Letong took a bath and threw the quilt and clothes into the washing machine.

Letong's lunch is usually very simple. Most of the time, she will eat noodles, and it's the same today.

She first boiled the noodles soft over the cold river, took out a box of marinated chicken wings and eggs from the refrigerator, put two chicken wings, one egg into the soup, washed several vegetables and threw them into the soup. In a few minutes, a bowl of marinated chicken wings and noodles with complete color and flavor was put on the tea table.

Letong turns on the TV and watches TV while eating noodles.

After watching several ads, the first version of huanzhu gege began to be broadcast on TV. Letong had a toothache and immediately picked up the remote control to change the channel.

After a few clicks, a familiar face suddenly appears on the screen. If you look at it carefully, is it president Ji or who?

It turns out that this is a replay of the interview with the person in charge of the last issue of top 100 enterprises. The premiere time should be half a month ago?

Letong stares at the same man on the screen as usual for a few seconds. She presses her finger and switches to other channels.

In recent days, Ji Rui's attitude towards her seems to be gradually returning to the previous way. Although he says little, he will never use words to test her or occasionally stare at her with alert eyes.

Such Ji Rui makes Letong feel at ease.

As for why Ji Rui would let her go to his house to help cook, Letong doesn't think much about it. Intuitively, Ji Rui just wants to make his baby son happy.

At two fifty, Letong rings Ji Rui's doorbell.

It was not Ji Rui who came to open the door, but a strange middle-aged woman.

"Hello, auntie. Is Mr. Ji at home?" Le Tong politely asks the woman in the room who is suspected to be a servant through the door.

"Mr. Ji is not at home, miss, are you?" That woman is very cautious, before making clear Le Tong's identity, it seems that she has no intention of opening the door to let her in.

"I'm le Tong, the Secretary of Mr. Ji..."

Before Letong finished, she heard a "click". The door opened, and the woman in the room interrupted her with a smiling face

"Oh... Miss Le? Mr. Ji has asked you to come in

Letong went into the room and changed her shoes. This time, instead of rushing into the kitchen, she went to the living room first, took off her bags, coats, scarves and gloves and put them on the sofa.

When I looked up, I found that there was an enlarged group photo on the empty wall last time.

In the photo, Ji Rui stands in front of the splashing waterfall with a handsome boy who is higher than his waist. The handsome boy's eyebrows are the same as those printed in the same mold. The difference is that the handsome boy's face shows a very sweet smile, which is completely different from Ji Rui's paralyzed face.

The father and son wore the parent-child clothes they bought that day, which made Ji Rui look at least ten years younger than usual. If it wasn't for the rustling breath between his eyes, someone would believe that he was twenty-three or twenty-four years old.

"Miss le..." aunt stood behind her.

"Is this your young master?" Letong's eyes fell on Ji Baobao's face, unable to move away for a long time.

"Yes, in a few days, the young master will be five years old. Don't think he's so cute. It's a headache to be naughty! The nanny at the other side of the mansion called him "little devil" in private

Aunt probably thought of Ji Baobao's bad behavior, and she was afraid.

Le Tong stares at Ji Baobao's sweet smiling face. She seems not to agree with her aunt's words. Her face looks a little misty. "Aunt, you are wrong. All the children are angels..."