Feng Yiping was wearing a bathrobe, wiping his hair comfortably with a towel, humming a small song, walked out of the bathroom, and saw the figure in the floor-to-ceiling window, and couldn't help but whistle, "The young man is quite handsome,"

In the living room where it should have been empty, a "bang," and "puff," suddenly came. He turned around and covered his bathrobe and jumped back, "Why are you here? How did you come in?"

"Quick, paper," Jin Ling should have sprayed the tea himself. The silver suit was covered with large pieces of yellow water stains. She was rubbing Fang Yingzhi with a napkin.

Fang Yingzhi sat sideways, her hands holding the tissue box trembled violently, just like a canoe in the storm. She used a tissue to help suck water stains on Jinling's clothes, and then pulled her hands back to cover her stomach.

Wu Qian stood next to the tea cabinet, with her back facing away from this side. The lid of the glass teapot was lying on the ground, but she didn't have time to pick it up.

Feng Yiping couldn't see the expression on her face, but only saw her shoulders thrust violently.

Feng Yiping immediately ran back to the bedroom with his face covering. He was really embarrassed. He was worried that if he didn't leave, at least two of the three people in the living room would have problems.

Sure enough, as soon as the bedroom door was closed, he heard an uncontrollable laughter coming from the living room...

Tsk, the image is really ruined!

So embarrassing!

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Ten minutes later, Feng Yiping, who was dressed in neatly, appeared in the living room again, and the three were still there, sitting there as if discussing some serious work issues, as if something had not happened just now.

Feng Yiping glanced at the silver suit placed aside and coughed, "Hello,"

"Oh, hello," the three seemed to have seen Feng Yiping now, and greeted him with great exaggeration, "Is the road going smooth?" "Have you found any problems?"

The acting is really fake.

"You know, our biggest problem is not how to relieve stress, but how to relieve stress after it is stressed. Then everyone may have their own unique way of relieving stress. I think if we are lucky enough to meet other people to relieve stress, at least, we should keep it...."

Amid the unscrupulous laughter that suddenly rang over there, he pressed down and said the last two words, "Respect,"

"Don't worry, we respect it very much. I often say to the mirror, 'Girl, you are so beautiful,'" Jin Ling said, and couldn't help laughing again.

Feng Yiping looked at the three women who were hugging each other on the sofa, and was very helpless. Can I still give me some privacy?

"Wu Qian," he shouted without any gentleness.

"Mr. Feng," Wu Qian felt his displeasure and stood up immediately. This time she didn't call him by his name, but she covered her mouth!

"Tell Owen, yes, and you, the bonus this month is gone, the reason is that my privacy is not protected,"

Wu Qian couldn't laugh now.

Jin Ling stood up immediately, "It's okay, your handsome boss has deducted you, I'll give you a replacement,"

"Okay," Fang Yingzhi spoke for the first time today, "although Wu Qian is for that person..." She glanced at Feng Yiping and held back her smile, "In fact, it's up to our assessment,"

This is also because in Jiasheng, except for those listed companies, at the group level, there has not been a real board of directors team. In fact, the people around him are still managed by the President's Office.

Feng Yiping also felt helpless, "Tell me, what's the matter?"

“Hold a dinner in the restaurant to celebrate Thanksgiving, we invited all the foreign colleagues who work in the South, as well as their relatives, and now we are here to invite you to attend.”

"Can't you make a call or notify Wu Qian?"

"No, I need to save office costs. Just a few steps, it's very convenient to get up. Well, we have to leave, and it's too late to go back. Wu Qian and Yingzhi, do you have any coats here?"

Jin Ling is now wearing a red silk shirt.

"I seem to have one that can match it," said Wu Qian.

"Can this be washed off?" Fang Yingzhi asked looking at the small suit.

"Can you wash it off or not," said Jin Ling, "Don't you think it's worth it anyway?"

"That's right," Wu Qian actually answered first. Is this dissatisfied with my decision to deduct her bonus? Feng Yiping thought.

When they walked to the door, Jin Ling pulled the two of them, and the three of them turned their heads together and shouted loudly, "The young man is quite handsome!"

The richest man Feng was teased again.

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Since it was celebrating Thanksgiving, this dinner did not take the form of a buffet, but sat together around a round table like at home.

The table was pure American Thanksgiving food, with a bulging belly in the middle, and a golden roasted turkey. In the blue melon next to it, there were candles, honey ham, oysters, minced meat pies, cornbread, marinated potatoes, sweet potatoes..., and a wide range of them, which was even more hearty than Feng Yiping's own.

Drucker and Professor Jiang were both at Feng Yiping's table. The other ones were experts from glass and several other research institutes. "Sorry, everyone, I can't let everyone enjoy the Thanksgiving holiday,"

These foreign employees working in China, as part of the domestic team, can naturally only enjoy the statutory holidays in our country.

"We have enjoyed a lot of holidays with Chinese characteristics," experts don't care about this. Not to mention anything else, they are very satisfied with the two golden weeks of May Day and National Day.

"Druck, you?" Old Drucker was not accompanied by his family.

In order to attract more high-level American talents to work in China, during such festivals, their immediate relatives will reimburse round-trip air tickets for their return trips.

Drucker shrugged helplessly, "You know, they can't resist the charm of Black Friday,"

His words resonated with many foreigners, "Yes, I miss the day I queued up on Thanksgiving night,"

The day after Thanksgiving, that is, Friday, and the one-month shopping season lasts until Christmas is a bit similar to the New Year’s goods we have in China before the New Year. For promotions, merchants are all using tricks.

Especially the discount on the second day of Thanksgiving is the most powerful, but because some special discounted products are limited in quantity, many Americans line up outside the mall on Thanksgiving nights - this is the origin of Black Friday.

Because they will experience the hardships of queuing in this day of the year, they will enjoy this rare experience.

"Don't worry, China will satisfy your wish very well." At home, isn't it easy to queue up?

"Haha," Drucker smiled and clinked with him, "Thank you for your careful preparation, all of this is authentic, including this cider,"

As a result, the bad thing is the cider.

These foreigners didn't learn anything else in China, and first learned to toast. Most of them usually have few opportunities to contact Feng Yiping, and many of them have the first time they have such an opportunity to get close to Feng Yiping.

Feng Yiping had just finished his toast on the table, and these foreign employees brought their children to come one by one. The whole family was in order to leave a deeper impression in the mind of this young rich boss.

The inspections along the way from the capital were quite satisfactory. Feng Yiping was in a good mood at this time. In addition, the cider tonight was lower than beer and the entrance was a bit sweeter. Before he knew it, Feng Yiping had a lot of stomach.

"Druck, Professor Jiang, Bruce," Jin Ling brought several people from the headquarters to Feng Yiping and his table, "Happy Thanksgiving!"

"Thank you," Drucker and the others stood up and clinked glasses with Jinling.

"Mr. Jin, look at Yiping," Fang Yingzhi whispered in Jin Ling's ear.

Jin Ling then realized that Feng Yiping was still sitting in the seat, smiling at the scene in front of him. However, Drucker and the others couldn't tell the difference. Jin Ling could tell at a glance that his smile looked a little silly and a little silly.

"This guy," why is he in such a good mood?

Looking at the tables behind them, "Irving," she called out.

"I'll send him up," Fang Yingzhi volunteered.

"Okay, let him make a cup of honey water," Jin Ling instructed.

Feng Yiping rarely gets drunk. His drunkenness is the so-called Wen Zhui, and he will not be crazy. When Fang Yingzhi helped him up, he did not forget to say hello to Drucker and the others, and he was still a little sober.

Fang Yingzhi just helped Feng Yiping leave the seat, and Owen came out of nowhere and was about to take the boss over. Fang Yingzhi waved at him and signaled him to press the elevator.

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Chapter completed!