I know what my senior sister is worried about.

First, Feng Tang agreed too readily, and second, Feng Tang was too confident.

Song Yang has been forced to be separated from Bai Yueguang during this period, and it is a lonely time. He can only watch borderline videos on his phone every day to alleviate his loneliness.

I helped him deal with annoying work considerately.

Coincidentally, his assistant resigned, so I inserted Feng Tang's resume among many resumes.

There are too many people competing for this position. Although Feng Tang graduated from a prestigious school, it is obvious that he is not prominent in the current situation of overwhelming competition.

However, I have confidence because I will let Song Yang personally select, and Feng Tang's face is the pass.

Song Yang is screening resumes and personally selecting an assistant in the study.

I pushed open the door, and the room was filled with smoke, choking and discomforting.

Smoke! Better not stop for a moment!

Smoke to death, everything belongs to me and my baby!

Good cigarettes, good alcohol, good food, I've arranged everything for him!

When Song Yang saw that I was so understanding and his testosterone surged, he wanted to make advances on me.

However, after carefully observing me, he lost all interest.

"Wife, why are you wearing such an ugly nightgown?"

"Also, how long has it been since you washed your hair? Your hair is so greasy it shines!"

I pulled at the nostalgically designed floral nightgown that I had carefully purchased, and rubbed the oil that I had pulled off my hair with my hands, laughing mischievously at Song Yang.

"Husband, don't you love massages? I haven't washed my hair for half a month just to save up this natural essential oil and give you a great massage!"

My seductive eyes turned into a disdainful look, and I suddenly touched my pants inappropriately, pretending that something was wrong.

"Honey, wait for me, I'll go to the bathroom and be right back!"

I subtly reminded him, and he immediately thought of my postpartum urinary incontinence. There was an undisguised disgust on his face, as if looking at me for a moment would dirty his eyes.

"No need, I still have work to do. Wife, you go rest first!"

Song Yang sent away the "thirsty" me like I was a plague, quickly closed the door, and even locked it.

He's afraid I'll come after him, just as I expected.

Indeed, when Song Yang saw Feng Tang's face among the many resumes, his mood became complicated.