Shi Yi was startled, vaguely remembered, as if Meilin had said this.
"So, you came to see the awards?"
"Almost." He pulled out his left hand and gathered the cloak together for her. "The rest of the time is spent preparing for the engagement ceremony."
Suddenly close movements are done naturally.
She was still wandering about the "engagement" close at hand, and his hand had been released.
Then gently patted her arm: "Go home."
When he walked out of IKEA, it was already 12:45.
Looking up at her house, it is on the twelfth floor. At this position, the yellow-orange-orange heating lights should be bathing in the bathroom. There were sour and bitter medicine on the tip of the tongue. He just wanted to see her bring it over. He really wanted to say that because he had drunk too much Chinese soup medicine when he was a teenager, he had already resisted the smell.
But it's hard to refuse, isn't it
Just like at Guangzhou Baiyun Airport, when she caught up with herself barefoot and asked to stay and wait for her, it was difficult to refuse.
The girl's eyes are too clean. It's like a person walking out of ink and wash.
He once thought that he was blinded.
But after getting her more than two hundred pages of information, she couldn't find the slightest doubt.
Zhou Shengchen stopped for a while and saw the light of the heating lamp go out.
Then, the bedroom lights come on.
Looking down at his watch, 25 minutes. Well, she needs this length of time to take a bath.
"Young Master," Uncle Lin walked over, "time is almost up."
Uncle Lin's car parked quietly on the side of the road, and four or five cars were also parked far away. He nodded, turned around and got in the car without looking back. At first, the four or five cars were just following far away, and the speed was very fast. It only took more than two hours from Shanghai to the old house in Zhenjiang. The old house is brightly lit and busy, completely unlike the four o'clock in the morning.
He got out of the car, feeling a little cold, and pulled down the cuffs of his shirt and buttoned it.
Suddenly I remembered what Shiyi said.
Said to Uncle Lin: "Spring covers the autumn cold, Uncle Lin, have you heard this sentence?"
"The common saying of the common people, what Miss Shiyi said to the young master?"
Zhou Shengchen was noncommittal.
It was not a long journey from Zhenjiang to Shanghai, but it also took some physical effort, especially when he was still catching a cold. But there is no way. He is now relying on the rules of the old family, and if he wants to smoothly take over the affairs of Zhou Sheng's family, he needs to follow the rules and follow the rules. For example, breakfast at six o'clock is the rule and must be in Zhenjiang.
But because of his habit of getting up early, it was changed to 5:00.
He didn't think anything, but in the eyes of others, it was a hundred-year-old rule that had been changed abruptly. It seemed that it was only the hour of the morning meal, and in the bottom of their tongues and hearts, they thought about more than simply eating a meal.
This man who entered scientific research at the age of fourteen and never cared about family affairs declared his status in a silent manner.
He took out the gray checkered handkerchief from his trouser pocket, gently pressed his mouth and nose, avoiding the smell of pollen in the courtyard, and silently went all the way inward. Someone kept leaning, calling for the eldest master.
When it was in the main hall, the people on the thirteen table were almost there.
He didn't recognize it completely, and all of them nodded in greeting.
When I walked to the main table and sat down, there were only Zhou Shengxing with white temples and Xiao Ren who frequently dozed off. The mother and the older daughters were sitting near the table. They were still meticulously coiling their hair and tracing the long and narrow eyes of the phoenix. .
A quiet morning meal, with the tableware and chopsticks set, the genius dimly lit up.
He wanted to leave, but his mother insisted on keeping him. After only him, his uncle, Xiaoren and his mother were left, the atmosphere became colder than ever.
Zhou Shengren has not been very talkative since the accidental death of his biological mother.
She got close to him, took the book, leaned on the chair next to him, and read. Seeing the puzzle, he ticked it and handed it to him. Zhou Shengchen smiled, took it, and wrote a few derivation formulas.
"How did you sleep last night?" Uncle Xihan asked Nuan.
He pushed the book back and gave Xiaoren: "I was in Shanghai last night, and I haven't had time to sleep."
The uncle is very energetic, and he has already started to chat with him about family matters.
In his generation, Zhou Sheng's family not only refused to enter politics with the inner name, but even the direct line began to ban it. It was not so much a doctrine, it was a retreat from the world. And the ancestors were old-fashioned, and they always believed that the status of merchants was not high, so the number of businessmen was also a minority.
It has only accumulated more than two hundred years and has deep roots. After several openings and closures of the country, for a hundred years, whenever it emerges in a new industry, it has been willing to support it. After that, it has never intervened in business and only became the most primitive shareholder.
Gradually have today's wealth. Seek stability, not change. It is the ancestral training.
Unfortunately, what he has to do when he comes back this time is a subversive change.
"Remember Nanjia?" Uncle smiled slightly and said, "A few years ago, I worked with your mother on the gambling boat and had already established a joint venture with the local Iranian government to open up the local car market. Nanhuai is very generous and gave me a lot of feedback. Discuss it with your mother and decide to give it to your fiancée. Also, if possible, let her follow your mother for three years and start learning how to steward the house."
"When is the time?" He pondered slightly, "She doesn't need it."
His mother looked at him indifferently: "When you get married, you have to start learning."
"She is not suitable." He showed no mercy.
"You are not suitable, but you have to take over," the mother said softly. "Since you picked her, she must be suitable. If you have already found out that she is not suitable, you still have time to be obedient and obedient."
"Wan Niang," his uncle shook his head, trying to resolve the dispute between the two, "I have seen the portrait of that girl, she is very obedient, perhaps better than those young ladies who specialize in housekeeping."
The mother smiled coldly and strangely.
Zhou Shengchen did not speak either.
The mother smiled: "What I do is sensationalism. It is famous, and it is also praised by people. I don't see anything good."
"She suits me well."
"Your reason is very thin."
He no longer theory.