When I Saw The Returns, I Invested In My Future Wife First Chapter 404: Go Back to Work! We Will Take Care of Tingya!

Chapter 404: Go Back to Work! We Will Take Care of Tingya!

When Mother Luo and Ai Zhaojiang arrived in Shanghai, the villa immediately became lively.

Every morning, at dawn, Luo Feng and Ai Tingya were woken up by Mother Luo's shouts and asked to get up for breakfast.

Ai Tingya was still alright. Even though she was very tired every night, her biological clock allowed her to accept Mother Luo's schedule.

Luo Feng, on the other hand, suffered.

Unlike Ai Tingya, he was not a rigid person. When he could slack off, he would slack off. When he had something to do, he would often finish it quickly, be it day or not. This caused his biological clock to be very chaotic. Other than sleeping in, there was almost no pattern.

He was forced to wake up for breakfast every day. It was not easy for him to rely on his willpower to put the fried egg in his mouth, and yet he still had to listen to Mother Luo's nagging.

"Little Feng, you stayed up late again, right? How many times have I told you? Staying up late can easily shorten your lifespan." Mother Luo's mouth was like a machine gun as she counted the disadvantages of staying up late, as if Luo Feng was about to be notified of a critical illness.

"Got it, got it." Luo Feng ma.s.saged his temples and said impatiently.

At this moment, the door was pushed open. Ai Zhaojiang, who was dressed in a white tai chi suit, walked in with a wooden sword in her hand.

"Professor Ai, you're back from your morning exercise. Come and eat." Mother Luo immediately set up a new bowl and chopsticks. When she saw the guy in Ai Zhaojiang's hand, she smiled and said, "Why did you come back with a Sword?"

Mother Luo respected Ai Zhaojiang very much as Ai Zhaojiang was an elder after all, that was other than arguing about nursing knowledge.

"It's a gift from Old Yu. We'll practice together tomorrow," Ai Zhaojiang said happily. He washed her hands and sat at the dining table. His eyes lit up as he stared at the fried dough sticks and buns on the table. "Yo, it's so sumptuous today."

The two of them had only been here for two to three days and had already successfully adapted to the new environment in Shanghai.

One of them had entered the Eight Trigrams Square Dance Team, commonly known as the Auntie group. They often asked to buy groceries, shop, and dance together, while the other had integrated into the Taiji morning exercise group. He was already quite famous in the neighborhood with his superb chess skills.

Luo Feng and Ai Tingya had moved in for a year or two, but they didn't know as many people in the community as Mother Luo. Professor Ai knew more people in three days.

However, they could not hang out with their new friends all day.

Most of the time, Mother Luo and Ai Zhaojiang were fantasizing about taking care of their grandchildren. Luo Feng couldn't bear to dampen their spirits. After all, it hadn't even begun.

They were thinking too far ahead.

However, most of the time, Luo Feng was the one who suffered.

He could always provoke the two elders to teach him a lesson in all aspects. His ears were about to be callused.

As for why not nag Ai Tingya, how could they bear to? They only cared about doting on Ai Tingya, so Luo Feng had to withstand double the firepower alone.

This was making his days feel like years.

Staying at home was like being in an uncomfortable situation.

Luo Feng clearly realized that his big plan of freeloading, to freeloading, was going to be delayed again!

It was not only because Ai Tingya would reduce her workload, but also because the two elders were suppressing her. Now that Luo Feng was already queuing up to take care of Ai Tingya, he could not interrupt at all.

After breakfast, Ai Tingya sat on the balcony with Ai Zhaojiang and chatted. Mother Luo pulled Luo Feng to clean up the kitchen.

The bowls and chopsticks in her hands clinked and the water flowed, but it still couldn't stop Mother Luo's scolding.

"Xiao Feng, we've been here for a few days, but why haven't I seen you go out for work?" Mother Luo felt that something was amiss. "Tingya is reducing her workload but so are you?"

In Mother Luo's impression, Luo Feng was either laughing foolishly at the computer or at the television at home.

He was a useless, unemployed person!

This! How could she be worthy of Tingya!

If Luo Feng was a spinning top, Mother Luo wished she had a whip in her hand to whip him and make him move even more.

"I understand, Mom. I'm just applying for leave to accompany you for two days." Luo Feng dragged out his voice. If others knew his true thoughts, he would probably scold them again.

"We don't need you to accompany us." Mother Luo felt that something was wrong. "You're the boss. Who did you apply for leave from?"

"I…" Luo Feng was speechless.

He couldn't say that he had approved the leave slip himself.

He stopped himself from speaking for a while and said reluctantly, "I'll go to work when I get down, okay?"

Upon hearing this, Mother Luo revealed a knowing smile. "That's more like it. You have to be responsible for your job! We'll take good care of Tingya. Hurry up and pack up."

Mother Luo pushed Luo Feng away and washed the remaining bowls herself.

Luo Feng walked into the room with two hands full of detergent foam. After a while, he walked out in a suit.

After being sent to work, Luo Feng held his car keys and stood in front of the Ferrari. He was suddenly puzzled.

Where could he go?

The person-in-charge of the company's work in the short term had been arranged. There was no need for another person to be there.

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Luo Feng sighed, sat in the driver's seat, and slowly left the garage.

He drove very slowly along the way, thinking that he could kill time. However, there was always an end to the road. The Ferrari stopped outside the farmhouse.

In the courtyard.

Yang Tianzhen and Benson were lying in rocking chairs, wearing sungla.s.ses and enjoying the sun.

It was July in Shanghai, and the sun was very scorching. Even if it was the morning sun, one would shed his skin if he was exposed to the sun for too long. However, the two people in the courtyard did not care at all. The corners of their mouths were about to reach their ears.

"Feeling good?" Luo Feng pushed open the door to the courtyard and walked up to the two of them.

"Of course." Yang Tianzhen was resting with his eyes closed in his sungla.s.ses, so he didn't notice who was talking.

He crossed his legs in satisfaction and tapped his fingers on the armrest rhythmically, as if there was no one in the world who was more smug than him.

Yang Tianzhen heaved a sigh of relief and said with a smile, "It's a pity that Boss didn't see Kou Zhiyuan apologize. Tsk, tsk, tsk. This historic moment can be made into a doc.u.mentary that can be recorded forever!"

"Aiya! If I had known earlier, I would have recorded it!" Benson slapped the armrest regretfully.

"Is that so?" Luo Feng raised his eyebrows.

At that time, Kou Zhiyuan's scheme had failed. Apart from resigning, he had to personally apologize to Luo Feng.

Luo Feng was not interested, so he pushed it to Yang Tianzhen. It was really enjoyable to see him like this.

Having worked together for almost a year, Luo Feng had never seen Yang Tianzhen so happy. She was overflowing with joy.

"Ahem, have you settled everything? You're just slacking here." Luo Feng coughed.

At this moment, the two of them, who were enjoying the sunbathing, felt that the voice was a little familiar. They lifted their sungla.s.ses and saw Luo Feng. The two of them stood up straight like military training.

"Boss, didn't you go on leave?" Yang Tianzhen smiled obsequiously, unable to hide his guilt.

"Yes." Luo Feng acted like a boss and replied indifferently.

Then, he lifted his clothes and sat on the rocking chair that Yang Tianzhen had been lying on. He said arrogantly, "Due to some force majeure factors, I'm coming back to take over the work."

"Okay." Yang Tianzhen and Benson were overjoyed.

They could save a lot of brain cells with Luo Feng here to make decisions.

Most importantly, Luo Feng was always right!