I don’t know what Yang Anguo was thinking, but he actually wanted Wang Erwa to be his deputy.

"Brother...we are brothers."

When Yang Anguo saw Yang Jun angry, he started playing the emotional card.

"Say it again, get out, I don't want to see you today."

Yang Jun took off his shoes and threw them over to him, but was avoided by this guy.

"If it doesn't work, it won't work. Why do you get so angry?"

Yang Anguo picked up his shoes and placed them directly at the door.

"Get away, if you step into the backyard again in the future, break your legs."

“Yes, yes, yes…”

Yang Anguo said as he left.

After the second guy left, Yang Jun sat dejectedly on the stool.

The mud cannot support the wall.

Yang Anguo, who was a grassroots background, has not received systematic education and training. No matter how Yang Jun promotes him, he is not a career-oriented person.

Yang Jun could see that none of his relatives could take on the heavy responsibility.

If you force the seedlings to grow, it may be counterproductive.

Therefore, Yang Jun decided not to promote Yang Anguo in the future and let him work in that position until he retires in this life.

After a while, Nalan Qingmeng came in.

She first looked at Yang Jun, then bent down and picked up the shoes on the ground by the door and walked over.

"Mr. Yang, put on your shoes, otherwise you will catch a cold easily."

After saying that, he bent down and squatted on the ground to help Yang Jun put on his shoes.

Yang Jun saw her squatting at his feet, her body slumping, and felt that her posture was a little weird, so he said,

"Let me go there, I'll do it myself."

"It's okay, by the way."

From Yang Jun's perspective, Nalan Qingmeng's fair neck is like a swan, and her body keeps rising and falling, giving people a space for imagination.

Yang Jun subconsciously resisted the movements of wearing shoes, thinking that it would be great if he couldn't wear them all the time.

"Mr. Yang, please cooperate. You can't just let me exert force alone."

Nalan Qingmeng's voice like a yellow oriole came.

Yang Jun's mind was as if he was electrocuted, and his little heart was beating at a speed of 200 beats per minute.

"I'll try hard, how do you want me to cooperate with you?" Yang Jun sat there and said with an old god.

"You... raise your foot and push forward."

"It's over, it's over, and it's broken."

"How could it be broken? It's very big inside, you push it hard."

"Okay, I'll try again."

Yang Jun raised his foot and pushed forward, but his toes tightly clamped the soles of his shoes and tried to stay firmly there.

Nalan Qingmeng tried again, and saw Yang Jun's heels exposed mostly, and looked up at the corner of his mouth, which seemed to be there and not seem to be there.

His face turned red all of a sudden.

A pretty face that was shattering and blushed instantly, she said coquettishly,

"Mr. Yang, you bullied me again."

Seeing this, Yang Jun smiled awkwardly.

"I just said that I'll just put it there, I'll do it myself. You just don't listen and have to help me."

After saying that, he raised his foot and pushed forward and put on his shoes easily.
Chapter completed!