Tyrant Son-in-law

It was still raining. A little girl was standing alone under the bus stop sign. Her clothes were a bit wet, but the bus didn't come.    

    

Lee Mo held the phone and looked at the clock repeatedly, looking very anxious.    

    

Yue Yihan, who was nowhere to be found, suddenly sounded out. Could Hu Yiming be so helpless without him? Thinking about that, Hu Yiming laughed again.    

    

If Yue Yihan knew that he thought of her as a girl, she would probably get angry again.    

    

He stopped the car in front of Lee Mo, rolled down the window and said, "Get in."    

    

Lee Mo looked at him in surprise. All the other people who were waiting for the bus were envious. Being escorted by a luxurious car? Tsk! Tsk! Tsk! This little girl couldn't be being sold, right?    

    

The way the others looked at Lee Mo changed.    

    

Lee Mo was just about to walk around to the front of the car and sit in the passenger seat, but Hu Yiming said, "Sit in the back, there's a towel behind you, you can wipe it off."    

    

Lee Mo didn't think too much about it. She nodded and opened the car door.    

    

But in Hu Yiming's heart, Yue Yihan was the only woman who could sit in the front seat.    

    

"Thank you. You helped me." Lee Mo said in embarrassment, but her eyes were sparkling.    

    

It was said that eyes were the window to the soul. Hu Yiming couldn't see anything bad in Lee Mo's eyes, it was very pure.    

    

This was also the reason why Hu Yiming was willing to help Lee Mo.    

    

"If you say thank you again, smashing the door will only become more and more confusing." Hu Yiming joked and started the car.    

    

Lee Mo's face turned even redder because of Hu Yiming's words. She even felt sweet inside, as if she was hoping to be entangled with Hu Yiming this much.    

    

"Right, where are you going?" Hu Yiming asked.    

    

Lee Mo quickly told him the address, which was pretty convenient for her and Hu Yiming.    

    

It was raining outside, and the car was quiet and awkward.    

    

Lee Mo asked carefully, "Is this car yours?"    

    

"Something like that." It had already been a few years since Hu Yiming bought this car with the first money he earned. He thought that after he left, the car would be gone as well, but he didn't expect it to still be here.    

    

Lee Mo had a new understanding of Hu Yiming's identity. She remembered that in the direction Hu Yiming came from, there was a high-class residential area in Shang Jing.    

    

From the looks of it, Hu Yiming probably came from some neighborhood.    

    

Although he didn't know why Hu Yiming had to squeeze in the bus yesterday, but Hu Yiming was no ordinary person.    

    

This made Lee Mo realize more clearly that she and Hu Yiming were people from two completely different worlds. Her mood changed from a happy mood to a depressed one.    

    

Hu Yiming didn't really care about her feelings. After they arrived at the place, Hu Yiming stopped the car and the sky gradually cleared up.    

    

"Thank you, Mr. Hu." After getting off the car, Lee Mo bowed towards Hu Yiming.    

    

Hu Yiming couldn't help but find it funny. He said helplessly, "You don't have to be like this. If there's nothing else, then I'll be leaving first."    

    

Lee Mo said goodbye to him, then looked at Hu Yiming's car and gradually drove out of her field of vision.    

    

The scene of her getting off from the luxury car just now was witnessed by quite a few people in the company. Especially the female colleagues. The jealousy in their eyes when they looked at Lee Mo seemed as if it was going to solidify into reality.    

    

After all, who wouldn't want to hook up with a rich person? How many years of struggle would that take?    

    

As a result, Lee Mo, who had originally been isolated because of her straightforwardness, was now completely targeted, and her days in the company became more and more difficult to bear.    

    

Hu Yiming didn't know any of this. Ever since he came to the company, he had started to reorganize the company's business.    

    

Shortly before noon, Liu Feng walked into Hu Yiming's office with a one-armed man.    

    

When Hu Yiming saw Li Na stand up, he went up and hugged her tightly. "I didn't make you suffer, did I?"    

    

Tubao shook his head, "After I received your message, I immediately left with my stuff. Even if they wanted to do something to me, they wouldn't be able to find me."    

    

"That's good. We haven't seen each other in a long time and so many things have happened recently. Tonight, we'll have a good drink and treat you to a meal."    

    

Hu Yiming didn't have any problems with the first few sentences, but the last few words confused Tubao: "No way, who did you say was treating?"    

    

Hu Yiming said confidently: "You, is there a problem?"    

    

"There's a problem, there's a big problem. It's not just you, a big boss, but the son of the richest man wants someone else to treat him to a meal. Do you even have any face?"    

    

Hu Yiming took out all the pockets in his clothes and said, "Let's have a clean understanding of each other's faces."    

    

Tubao gave Hu Yiming a thumbs up, "You sure are awesome."    

    

Hu Yiming chuckled.    

    

"Then you should treat me to lunch, right?"    

    

"Of course."    

    

In the end, Hu Yiming brought Tubao to the company's employee dining room.    

    

Tubao...    

    

Indeed, there was no money that could turn a very generous man into a magnetic golden rooster. At the same time, he also plucked the feathers on the rooster's body.    

    

The employees of the company curiously looked at Tubao. Although Tubao was missing an arm, his face was cold and his figure was excellent. There were several muscles vaguely visible.    

    

Furthermore, they were sitting together with Hu Yiming. The two of them looked so intimate that it made people feel like they were not subordinates, but friends.    

    

Everyone knew that Hu Yiming was Hu Family's Little Young Master, and was a fuerdai. What did that mean, Tubao was possibly also a fuerdai, moreover such a type of fuerdai.    

    

Thus, the female colleagues of the company, and even the few male colleagues, all looked at Tubao with passionate gazes.    

    

Tubao couldn't ignore this even if he wanted to. He took a glance and shook off the goosebumps on his skin, "What's wrong with the employees of your company? Why are their eyes so scary?"    

    

Hu Yiming chuckled and whispered, "At that time, they were interested in you."    

    

Tubao looked at him suspiciously: "How is this possible, there are still a few tough guys over there. You can't be saying that they also fell for me, right?"    

    

Hu Yiming nodded his head seriously. As a straight man, Tubao felt goosebumps all over his body once again. He couldn't even finish his meal.    

    

"They just like things different from you, there's no need to have such a huge reaction."    

    

"I respect their preferences, but that doesn't mean I like them."    

    

Hu Yiming saw that Tubao's expression was really bad, so he quickly changed the topic and stopped teasing him.    

    

After lunch, the two of them returned to Hu Yiming's office. Hu Yiming wanted Tubao to be his assistant since he really didn't have many trustworthy people here. It wasn't convenient to leave everything to Liu Feng.    

    

Tubao didn't have any doubts, but he still said, "If you can't even afford to treat me, then why should you pay me?"    

    

Hu Yiming chuckled, "Don't worry about that. Your salary is from the main company."    

    

"It's not me, so I definitely won't owe you a salary."