To be honest, Cheng Ke is a little lucky. He has really finished talking about all the subsidies he can talk about. If it can't be eased, he won't have anything to talk about. There is no way he can talk about subsidies for special types of work, disability, etc.

People's subsidies or something like that?

When Wen Yan first listened to his strong words, the depressed mood in his heart seemed to be relieved a lot because of his previous words and the smile he made him laugh.

Cheng Ke lowered his eyes and saw that her hand was still covering the back of his hand, maintaining her movement to stop him from signing the check.

When Wen Yanchu noticed his gaze, he withdrew his hand and sat back in his seat.

"The treatment is not as good as in Mingjing, and there are no commissions or bonuses. Shouldn't a department like the secretary's office, which is close to the emperor, be... rich and rich?"

Wen Yanchu said this in a relaxed tone, just telling the truth. Logically speaking, a department like the secretarial office, which is above the Three Realms, should have extremely high remuneration, right?

After all, this is a department that has nothing to do with business. There is no such thing as commission. The only ones are year-end bonuses and quarterly bonuses.

From Wen Yan's first glance, the basic salary of 7,000 yuan, even with the 7,788 yuan subsidy, is only a salary of more than 8,000 to 9,000 yuan, which is still a little worse than the salary of a white-collar worker she used to have.

Cheng Ke thought about her words carefully. Should... we really hold a meeting? Think about the treatment of the secretary's office?

What Wen Yanchu didn't know, and what Cheng Ke didn't elaborate on, was that what he just said was just the salary during the first month of probation. After the probation period, the salary basically doubled, and the subsequent wages were based on seniority.

Growth will be calculated based on annual salary if you have worked for more than ten years.

And if you just go out and ask other companies, everyone will know that the year-end bonus at Jiahe headquarters is the highest, and the benefits are also the best. Many people are trying to squeeze in.

The meal was almost finished, and the previous episode had been alleviated a lot due to Cheng Ke's deliberate mediation.

When he was full, Wen Yanchu put down his chopsticks and asked casually, "Cheng Ke, do you have any friends in Jiangcheng?"

Jiangcheng is a nearby city, not too far away. It takes two hours by car and three hours by train.

The city is not too big. It used to be a county and later became a county-level city.

The word "Jiangcheng" is like the tip of a needle gently tickling my heart. It doesn't hurt much, but it stings.

"What?" He raised his eyes and asked back. Wen Yanchu pointed at the express carton she had just brought in and placed directly on the ground next to the sofa.

"Jiang Cheng sent you a parcel, but the sender and sending address were not included."

That's why Wen Yanchu squatted at the door and looked at the parcel carefully. She didn't often send parcels and rarely shopped, so the chances of receiving the parcel were very few, and she wasn't very clear about it. There was no sender or sender.

Can the mailing address also be sent?

The only way to know that it was sent from Jiangcheng is just a postmark.

Cheng Ke frowned slightly and said casually, "I have a few friends over there. Maybe someone sent it. It's not a work document, and it's not important."

When Yan Chu heard this, he thought it was normal. In an era where logistics is developed and shopping is rampant, receiving parcels is a very common thing.

After finishing the meal, Cheng Ke cleared away the dishes. When he walked out of the kitchen, Wen Yanchu had already prepared anti-inflammatory medicine and warm water for him, as well as ointment that needed to be applied to the wound and dressings that needed to be changed.

He was waiting for him in the living room, and the parcel was still lying quietly on the floor next to the sofa in the living room.

Cheng Ke glanced at the top casually. Wen Yanchu had already reached out and waved, "Come here, take the medicine and I'll give it to you."

"Um."

He sat down on the sofa, picked up the water glass, put the pills into his mouth, swallowed it, turned his face slightly, and let her remove the dressing on his face, and applied anti-inflammatory ointment to the wound.

But from this angle, what he could just see with his eyes was the express carton placed on the ground.

Cheng Ke's eyes fell on it indifferently. He had good eyesight. From this distance, he could see the contents of the express delivery note clearly.

The delivery address was written as the address of this house, and the recipient's name was Cheng Ke. They all seemed to be written by the same person. It was not a good-looking person, at most it was neat.

Judging from the handwriting, Cheng Ke had no impression that the address and recipient might have been written by the courier boy when he received the package.

The sender and sending address are both blank and nothing is written. Only the required field of the sender's contact number contains a mobile phone number.

Cheng Ke only glanced over it once and already knew who the owner of the number was.

There were some emotions flickering in his eyes, but they were not expressed. The wounds on his face were gently touched with cotton swabs, and ointment was applied, which caused a thin and sharp sting.

Because the injury was on the cheekbone, Cheng Ke's eyes on the injured side of his face narrowed slightly almost uncontrollably, and the nerves in the corners of his eyes also twitched as a conditioned reflex.

Wen Yanchu knew that he had hurt him, so he quickly relaxed his movements a little.

Cheng Ke was still distracted. After noticing the pain on his face, he didn't pay much attention to it. What brought him back to his senses was not the stinging pain on his face, but Wen Yanchu's gentle touch to his face.

lips.

His slender and deep eyes slanted to the side, and he saw her close-up face, with pink lips that formed a round shape. The lip line on the upper lip of her lips was not particularly obvious, but the whole look

It looks slightly plump but not thick, and the color is tender and tender, very cute.

She just blew on the wound on his face, trying to relieve the pain caused by applying medicine to him.

For a moment, Cheng Ke felt that the weird package and everything else were not important. He just squinted at her pink lips. There was nothing more attractive than this.

An idea gradually began to form in his mind. Wen Yanchu gently dipped a cotton swab into his injured area. He loosened the cotton swab, pursed his lips, and blew air.

With her slowness, she didn't even realize what was going on in Cheng Ke's next smooth movements.

Cheng Ke raised one hand and held her wrist holding the cotton swab. His face was originally facing her, but he turned away directly.

At such a close distance, she still pouted, and turned her face directly. The result was that his lips were firmly pressed against hers.

He knew that this was a trick used by those young guys who had just fallen in love, to trick people into kissing them on the face and then turning around and attacking them on the lips.

His current actions are similar to this move.

No matter what, it doesn't matter if he is old or not, he just needs to be effective.
Chapter completed!