Chapter 1,067 As a Father, You Can’t Ask More Questions

Zhang Mengyue said that she had a little temper, but Chen Chuan laughed it off and didn't ask any more questions. Anyway, it was just that she had trouble with Li Kexin. Chen Chuan could also vaguely guess that Zhang Mengyue must have heard He Jiajin say that he took Li Kexin out for dinner last time, so he felt unhappy.

As the saying goes, between two people, there is nothing that cannot be solved by one meal. If there is, then another meal.

Sure enough, after two meals, Zhang Mengyue behaved. Not only did her temper disappear, she even took the initiative to reflect on and admit her mistakes.

"What should I say to you? You are also someone who has fought side by side with Li Kexin. Think about how well you two cooperated and how close you were last time... Why did you turn around and start arguing with her?" Chen Chuan asked Zhang Mengyue. criticize.

Zhang Mengyue lowered her head and lay obediently on Chen Chuan, humming and nodding to admit her mistake.

The moonlight filled the big bed.

Although the sheets were messy, there were even a lot of hair scattered all over the bed, and there were tissues on the floor, but that was the best thing about the hotel, you didn’t have to worry about cleaning up afterward, just relax and be brave.

The next day is a working day.

Chen Chuan could get up late, but Zhang Mengyue's work attitude was serious. Although she didn't sleep enough, she still struggled to get up.

She is a graduate student. She needs to go back to school today and then go to the company to work in the afternoon. Her mother's birthday is in the evening, and she has to eat with her mother. The schedule is very tight. Tighter than hers.

In the early morning, she got up and saw Chen Chuan sleeping, so she got out of bed and took a shower. She washed herself inside and out, put on clothes, took out her bag, put on light makeup, sprinkled a little ambergris perfume, and faced Looking in the mirror, I see a flawless beauty from head to toe. She looked dignified and ladylike, beautiful and gentle, and attracted the attention of many men as she walked on the road. If she had a more sinister intention, wearing a miniskirt or thigh-high hot pants, showing off her slender, fair legs, and passing by the guy, the guy would not be able to hold his gun down. But she has a serious and dignified expression, a bit of asceticism, which makes it impossible to imagine how crazy and devoted she is when she transforms into a female knight at night.

Before leaving the room, she took out a pink sticky note, wrote a poem and placed it next to Chen Chuan's pillow:

The colorful sleeves held the jade bell diligently, but in those days, the beauty was drunk. Dancing low to the moon in the heart of the willow tower, singing to the wind under the peach blossom fan. After we said goodbye, we met again and again, and shared our dreams with you several times. There are only a few silver photos left tonight, as if the meeting was just a dream!

This is a poem by Yan Jidao from the Song Dynasty. It talks about first encounter, separation and reunion. It also generally reflects the current state of her and Chen Chuan's acquaintance. Moreover, there are dreams and moons in the poem, which are consistent with her name.

Zhang Mengyue bent over in high heels, raised her beautiful buttocks tightly wrapped in a miniskirt, stood beside the bed, lowered her head and gave Chen Chuan a good morning kiss. Then he turned around and walked out of the room.

Chen Chuan realized that she was going back to school today, so he didn't open her eyes. He held her hair and kissed her for a while, then continued to sleep.

After all, he is not an iron man and cannot withstand the torment of a super juicer like Meng Yue. Moreover, there is nothing to do if you wake up early, and there is no place to go. It is ridiculously hot in Chongqing in late August, so it is better to lie down in the air-conditioned hotel room and sleep in and have a good rest.

Downstairs at the Sheraton Hotel.

There was a black Range Rover parked on the side of the road. The door opened and a handsome middle-aged man got out of the car. Then a charming little fairy got out of the passenger seat.

"Dad will bring you here today to show you how difficult it is to make money. Don't do nothing at home every day. It's a good thing to come out and practice. In the future, you will have to inherit this company. Besides, you have practiced well. ,

If the time comes one day in the future, if you can return to the head of the He family and inherit whatever you want, it will be enough for you to live in for the rest of your life. "The uncle said seriously and thoughtfully.

The little fairy nodded patiently, as if listening to her father's lesson.

This is He Jiajin and his daughter He Jinglan.

He Jiajin had a phone call with Wu Shan, the current person in charge of the Wu family. He knew that Wu Shan stayed at the Sheraton Hotel last night, so he waited below the hotel in the morning, hoping to discuss the contract again.

He Jiajin took He Jinglan with him, hoping to give his daughter some exercise, and by the way, use Wu Shan's example to educate her daughter.

He Jiajin said: "The person we are going to meet soon is named Wu Shan. The news reporter of the Wu Group. Have you drank the mineral water on rainy days? She belongs to the Wu family. That little girl was admitted to the Imperial College at the age of 17. She graduated from Polytechnic University at the age of 21. Not long after returning to China, she was recognized by the father of the Wu Group and appointed as the heir. 65% of the group's shares were said to have been transferred to her name. She is 21 years old and has a net worth of dozens of dollars. Yiyi, you are 23 years old, how much assets do you have?"

He Jinglan nodded obediently and did not refute anything.

He Jiajin continued: "I know, if you don't say it, you must be dissatisfied in your heart. If you say, Wu Shan has inherited the family business, you haven't inherited anything from me, but...but, don't forget Well, you are from the He family. The He family is also one of the few big families and groups in Chongqing. The scale of the family business is ten times larger than that of the Wu family. If Wu Shan can inherit it, you... you are not worse than her, right? Recently, you and I'll run some business, and after a while, I'll take you back to my master's house to meet your great-grandfather. If you perform well, your great-grandfather discovers that you are a talent, do you understand?"

"Understood..." He Jinglan nodded.

The father and daughter were talking when a fresh and beautiful woman wearing an eye-catching summer skin-revealing outfit walked past on the roadside on high heels. The beauty is wearing a light-colored ultra-short A-line skirt, and her beautiful legs are particularly eye-catching. The off-shoulder shirt also makes the swan neck look noble and beautiful, and it looks full of youthful preppy style. Although it is worn with exposed waist and legs, it still looks gentle and elegant.

"Hey? Mr. Zhang?" He Jiajin recognized this exquisite beauty as Zhang Mengyue, who went to dinner with Chen Chuan last night, and greeted her.

Zhang Mengyue chuckled: "I'm not always...Uncle He, are you waiting for Chen Chuan here? He hasn't gotten up yet."

"No, I'm not waiting for Mr. Chen, I'm waiting for the representative of the Wu Group." He Jiajin smiled and chatted, "Is Mr. Zhang going to work?"

"Go back to school. I'm not the president, just the secretary. Just call me Secretary Zhang." Zhang Mengyue said.

"Okay, Mr. Zhang, please walk slowly. Do you want me to drive you?"

"No, the subway here goes directly to the entrance of my school." Zhang Mengyue said, passing by the He family's father and daughter, and looked at the little fairy beside her.

He Jinglan showed a decent smile to say hello, and Zhang Mengyue nodded to her.

He Jiajin knew that this Mengyue was the woman beside Chen Chuan. Although she was good-looking and had a good figure, especially those long white legs, he still looked at them without looking away in line with the principle of "don't look at anything inappropriate". , at most it was a glance from the corner of my eye.

When Zhang Mengyue walked away, He Jiajin explained: "This is a subordinate of your classmate Chen Chuan's company. We were together last night..."

"Yes, I know." He Jinglan said lightly.

"Seen?"

"Well, I was shopping with Chen Chuan once and met this girl on the pedestrian street. At that time, Chen Chuan treated us to a king crab feast." He Jinglan said, looking up at the skyscraper of the Sheraton Hotel.

She looked calm and calm on the surface, but in fact, Zhang Mengyue's casual words just now dropped a nuclear bomb in her heart. It's that sentence "Chen Chuan hasn't gotten up yet."

"Dad, what did you just say and you didn't finish it in the middle of the sentence?" He Jinglan suddenly asked.

"What?"

"I just said that this is a subordinate of your classmate Chen Chuan's company. We were together last night... what?" He Jinglan looked at her father.

He Jiajin blinked: "Let's... have dinner together. Cough."

"With her?" He Jinglan was surprised.

"Not only with her, but also with Chen Chuan..." He Jiajin said, "I acted as host and set up a game. That Lan Lan, what is your relationship with Mr. Chen Chuan? Dad still hasn't figured it out yet. , are you in a relationship with college classmates? What else? He and you..."

He Jinglan looked at the road and then smiled: "They are good friends? I don't know what the relationship is."

"Have you...already...well, that...well?" He Jiajin scratched his head. But as a parent, he couldn't ask his daughter this question. The main reason is that his daughter is now so old, and she is no longer the little girl who sat on his head and acted coquettishly when she was a child. No matter the figure, height or appearance, he was no worse than the one who passed by just now. There is even a refined temperament.