Just after finishing the phone call with Lang Jinzhi, Zhong Yuhuan received a call from Chen Mingye.
"My buddy will drive over to pick you up. You wait for me at the airport and we will return directly from Sydney." Chen Mingye said on the other end of the phone.
Zhong Yuhuan knew that this was to avoid being discovered by Xu Yunhui and his daughter.
"Okay." Zhong Yuhuan responded.
She immediately asked for leave and packed her things. She didn't have many things to bring, and they could be easily packed into a suitcase. But even so, Zhong Yuhuan rarely missed the days when Li Jinyuan and Li Jinyuan were by her side. At least if they were there, the packing would be theirs.
Zhong Yuhuan shook his head and drove away this irrelevant thought.
After packing her things, she went downstairs and got into the car smoothly.
Chen Mingye's buddy took her to the airport and checked her in at a hotel near the airport.
"Miss Zhong will have to wait here by herself." The man smiled sheepishly.
"It doesn't matter, that's good. Thank you." Zhong Yuhuan nodded slightly.
When I was applying, I probably swiped Chen Mingye’s card, and soon someone brought me afternoon tea.
Zhong Yuhuan was sitting in the VIP suite, scrolling through messages on his phone.
Something happened to the Zhong family, and the news hasn't spread yet.
I also knew that Xu Yunhui would definitely not tell anyone.
So Yang Sen and the others were having a pleasant chat at this moment, and asked Zhong Yuhuan: "Manson's concert? Are you going? Brother, I will cover the air tickets and hotel! I will definitely take care of you, Miss Zhong!"
Zhong Yuhuan smiled and turned off the phone.
Except for the people on Lang Jinzhi's side, no one else should know about her return to China.
During the few hours of waiting, Zhong Yuhuan was not idle. She took out the ppt from the previous class and read it again. She also took the opportunity to read two academic papers and read the recent financial news.
After reading it for a while, and eating something to cushion the stomach, Chen Mingye arrived.
Zhong Yuhuan didn't take his luggage for the time being, so he went downstairs to pick up Chen Mingye.
"Have you eaten?" Chen Mingye asked.
Zhong Yuhuan shook his head.
"Okay, let's have dinner first, and then we'll get on the plane. We've booked a flight for the evening, and we'll arrive after we get on the plane and get some sleep." After Chen Mingye finished speaking, he paused, looked at Zhong Yuhuan's expression carefully, and asked : "Are you not in a hurry?"
Zhong Yuhuan smiled and shook his head: "I'm not in a hurry. Let's eat first."
Chen Mingye breathed a sigh of relief: "That's okay. I've heard before that Mr. Zhong is not very kind to you, and I'm afraid you'll feel sad if you find out."
After hearing these words, Zhong Yuhuan felt a little ironic in his heart.
I wonder if Zhong Chi will regret it? He wants to be the leader and control others at will. When it's his turn, will he still feel satisfied
Chen Mingye took Zhong Yuhuan to eat first, and after confirming that Zhong Yuhuan was indeed full, he followed him to carry Zhong Yuhuan's luggage and entered the airport.
"Excuse me, Mr. Chen."
"No trouble. Is your cousin afraid that something will happen to you? I have to go back to China anyway, so why don't I go back with you, so it's safe and secure!" Chen Mingye smiled indifferently, obviously not interested in doing such a favor. Consider it a big deal.
Chen Mingye said that "there must be a beginning and an end", and he really has a beginning and an end.
After the plane landed at Haishi Airport, he took Zhong Yuhuan all the way to Lang's house before leaving.
In this way, to outsiders, it was just that Chen Mingye returned to China and went to Lang's house to catch up with Lang Jinzhi for a while. The two have a good relationship, and it is well known to everyone. Who would associate it with Zhong Yuhuan
The place where the Lang family lives is in the style of an old-style garden.
In the entire high-end residential area, the area is quite large.
Zhong Yuhuan was standing at the door. The servant who walked through the door looked at her in surprise, probably because he didn't know who she was.
Zhong Yuhuan has never been to the Lang family, whether it was the original person when she was a child or her later. When he was in China before, Lang Jinzhi had invited her, but it was delayed due to various reasons.
While Zhong Yuhuan was quietly looking at the house in front of her, she heard the servant shout in surprise: "Master Lang is back?"
Zhong Yuhuan turned around and saw Lang Jinzhi getting out of the car with Secretary Cheng.
Apparently, when she was rushing over, Lang Jinzhi also hurried over from the work unit.
"Cousin." Zhong Yuhuan turned to him and smiled.
Lang Jin suddenly stopped.
Although he has seen many photos of her abroad from Chen Mingye. But photos and real people are always different.
She has grown much taller, and her eyebrows have completely opened. She is wearing a warm orange dress with a wide hem, like a blooming flower.
She is so dazzling that when you look at her, she will immediately occupy all the people's attention.
The only thing that remained unchanged was the smile on her face. When she smiled, it was like stars had fallen in her eyes, bright and sweet.
It makes people instinctively want to be nicer to her.
During her absence, Lang Jinzhi did not feel how much he missed his cousin. But when she stood in front of her at this moment, those disappeared emotions suddenly fell back from her chest.
Lang Jinzhi opened his mouth, but in the end he just said one sentence: "When did you arrive?"
"I just arrived." Zhong Yu asked with a smile, "Is the new ink easy to use?"
"Easy to use."
"That's good." Zhong Yuhuan walked side by side with him.
This close gesture made Lang Jinzhi feel more relaxed.
He even liked and enjoyed this feeling of being close. He had never felt it before, but at this moment, he felt that it felt good when his little cousin took the initiative to get close to her.
The servant stepped forward quickly, opened the iron door, and then glanced at Zhong Yuhuan cautiously, as if he was afraid that Zhong Yuhuan would be angry at being left out just now.
But how could Zhong Yuhuan care about this with others
She stared at the road under her feet and followed Lang Jinzhi slowly walking in.
Secretary Cheng just followed behind.
Lang Jinzhi asked in a low voice: "Are you adaptable to the new school?"
"I'm adapting well, but occasionally I meet two classmates who are not very friendly to me." Zhong Yuhuan frowned when he said this.
"What kind of classmate?" Lang Jinzhi asked. He is like a parent worrying about whether his child will get along well with his classmates on the first day of kindergarten.
"The forest is big and there are all kinds of birds." Zhong Yuhuan did not elaborate.
Lang Jinzhi frowned when he heard this, but did not ask further questions.
He asked in a low voice: "Are you used to the food over there?"
"When I was in London before, I would go to a Chinese restaurant during holidays. Occasionally, Li Jinyuan and Huo Chengming would cook some domestic dishes for me. They learned to cook pretty quickly." Zhong Yuhuan sighed.
Lang Jinzhi nodded. Then I thought about it seriously for a while, and it seemed like... he couldn't cook
Zhong Yuhuan asked, "Where's my cousin? Are you tired from work?"
"same as usual."
"I hope my cousin won't be too tired. When I return to China, I can occasionally play with my cousin," Zhong Yuhuan said.
Lang Jinzhi was startled.
He has never thought about these issues. Oh, and of course there is almost no word "play" in his life dictionary. His plans have always been closely aligned with work.
But now that I think about it, it doesn’t seem impossible to play with Zhong Yuhuan
Lang Jinzhi looked back at Secretary Cheng.
Secretary Cheng was stunned for a moment and immediately said, "Well, actually, sir, your work arrangements can be adjusted."
Some people are passive and some are active. Lang Jinzhi is the person who takes the initiative to complete his work to the extreme. He took on more work than others and completed it better than others. This is one of the reasons why he was promoted so quickly at such a young age.
But if he wants to work selectively and no longer take on so many jobs, that is certainly possible.
While they were talking, they had already walked through the gravel road and approached the main hall.
At this time, Zhong Yuhuan looked up and saw a middle-aged man standing under the eaves in front of him. The middle-aged man was wearing a gray old-fashioned Chinese tunic suit. His temples were a bit white, but if he looked at his face, he didn't look very old. Those in their fifties are those who have not yet reached retirement age. He stood there quietly, listening to their chat.
When Zhong Yuhuan approached, the middle-aged man asked, "Is this Miss Ding Er's daughter?" His tone was very kind.
Lang Jinzhi nodded: "Yes."
Zhong Yuhuan didn't know how to address him.
She guessed that the other party should be Lang Jinzhi's father, but calling him uncle? They have been divorced a long time ago.
"Come in first." Father Lang turned around and entered the main hall first.
Zhong Yuhuan tugged on Lang Jinzhi's sleeve: "What do you call it?"
Lang Jinzhi lowered his head and looked at her green-white fingers, and whispered: "Scream whatever you want."
"Uncle?"
"Um."
Lang Jinzhi thought to himself that he seemed to finally be able to experience a little bit of what it was like to have a younger sister.
She would smile sweetly at him.
He would also quietly tug on his sleeve.
After entering the door, Zhong Yuhuan immediately greeted Father Lang again with a smile.
When Lang's father heard the title "uncle", his expression was subtle for a moment, but he didn't say anything. He asked Zhong Yuhuan to sit down first, and soon a servant brought tea, which was served in a tureen.
"There's not a lot of people at home lately. It's just the three of us having dinner together tonight," Lang's father said.
Zhong Yuhuan nodded obediently.
"When do you plan to return to Zhong's house?" Lang's father asked.
Lang Jinzhi answered on her behalf: "Just wait a little longer. Now that the Zhong family is in trouble, Mrs. Xu won't want her to go back."
Father Lang frowned when he heard this, but he still didn't judge Zhong Chi. Maybe that's how he's always been, and he doesn't judge people easily.
The maid was about to help carry Zhong Yuhuan's luggage to the guest room when Zhong Yuhuan suddenly said: "Ah, by the way, I brought some gifts for my uncle."
Zhong Yuhuan stood up and walked over, bowed and took out a large box from a large bag. The large box was beautifully packaged. She handed it to Lang's father with both hands, and Lang's father quickly took it. Lang's father smiled and said, "How can you be so polite?"
Whether the gift is valuable or not is one thing, but whether it is given or not is another thing.
Especially for people of their class.
If you can give a gift, you have the intention.
What Zhong Yuhuan chose was indeed not something expensive.
After all, she was really not close to the Lang family before, she had no relationship with them, and she didn't have much contact with them, so giving something too expensive seemed like she had ulterior motives.
Lang Jinzhi stared at the big box for a few seconds.
He suddenly felt his grandfather's awkward mood when Zhong Yuhuan gave him a gift after giving him a gift for the first time at the Lanlan Villa.
The author has something to say: Both good brothers and good men need training.