``President Lin is very considerate.'' As an employee, Li Jiahong heard this and felt his boss's attentiveness.
Hearing this, Weijiang couldn't help but laugh again and said, "Of course, actually, I think it's better for Xiaohei. In the past, when there were no wind chimes, Xiaohei would be the first to chime, and customers would It showed that it would reach .''
Li Jiahong was surprised, and after carefully recalling it, he found that President Lin's spiritual black cat seemed to always play the role of a "doorbell".
Li Jiahong, who suddenly realized that his status as an employee was not as good as a cat, did not feel embarrassed, but rather found it very interesting.
Boss Lin didn't care about anything, so when he learned that Lin Lin would take care of him and the black cat, he was not only a little happy, but also relieved. At least he knew that Boss Lin was nothing. However, there are not many emotional people.
“Is the president taking a walk?” Li Jiahong asked curiously. When I went inside, I couldn't hear the sound of water boiling. Usually in this case, Lin Lin es out.
But Weijiang shook his head and said, “No, I took Xiaohei back to the room and went to bed.”
Li Jiahong: "...As I recall, today was Professor Hai's first concert since his death."
"Well, it's better to go to the concert, so your boss doesn't have to wait until the last concert, so just go listen to it," Wei Jiang explained.
Li Jiahong said with deep emotion, ``I hope that Mr. Hai will be able to perform the concert without any problems this time.I was very worried about the accident on the last stage.''
``Would you like to e over and listen? Will you help out with the store tonight?'' Wei Jiang asked.
"No." Li Jiahong has his own professionalism. Why can't I work seriously during working hours? It's not good to catch fish.
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