Zhang Huan's nephew is Zhang Yansheng's cousin, but this is obviously referring to his nephew Liang Zheng.
Zhang Huan stared at the message for a while, knowing that something must have happened at home when he was away. Then he turned off the phone and continued to smile and listen to the others.
I just remembered that after arriving at the company at noon today, the human resources supervisor implicitly told him, "I know that Xiaoliang is your nephew, and everyone takes good care of him." Thinking about what Zhang Yansheng said, he couldn't help but sigh.
In the evening, he and Liang Zheng arrived home one after the other. Of course, he took his own Bentley, and Liang Zheng took a taxi.
"Uncle." Liang Zheng asked when he got out of the car, "Where did you come from?"
Zhang Huan smiled slightly: "Outside."
Liang Zheng choked.
In fact, Liang Zheng saw Zhang Huan's car overtaking his taxi not long after he got into the taxi. However, in the rush hour traffic jam, Bentley is not as good as the rumbling traffic, and the two of them arrived almost at the same time.
But Liang Zheng looked at the direction that the car came out, clearly it came from the company! Since he was in the company, he didn't ask him to go home with him, which made Liang Zheng very dissatisfied.
Coupled with the fact that Zhang Yansheng robbed his car in the morning, he was a little annoyed and wanted to ask Zhang Huan if he was unwelcome.
Fortunately, before she could speak, Liang Yingying had already heard the sound of a car coming out.
Liang Yingying rushed out in a hurry, because she was afraid that Liang Zheng would not know the importance of talking nonsense. When she was at home, she would always brag about how dizzy she had been to Zhang Huan and obeyed every word. In fact, only she knew what was going on.
The bragging is just to have more face and status in her parents' family. After all, since she married Zhang Huan, her sister-in-law tried to flatter her, making her very comfortable.
Liang Yingying had seen some things in the world, and seeing Liang Zheng's face, she knew that he was definitely not very happy. She could see it, and Zhang Huan must be able to see it even more.
It's just that Zhang Huan was still like that, as if he didn't care much about anything. But Zhang Huan has always been like this, even if she and Zhang Yansheng quarreled, he still looked like a good old man, and he was a little muddy.
Liang Yingying hurriedly greeted her with a charming smile: "Come back, change your clothes and get ready to eat. The children are all at home, Shuo Shuo is very good today..."
Zhang Huan enjoyed this kind of greeting very much, and extended his arm to her very face-to-face.
Liang Yingying walked in while holding Zhang Huan's arm, telling him something short of parents, and turning her head to give Liang Zheng a wink.
Liang Zheng caught his aunt's wink, and went in after holding back his anger.
While Zhang Huan went upstairs to change clothes, Liang Yingying dragged Liang Zheng aside and spoke to him in a low voice: "What kind of face are you showing! What kind of ugly face are you putting on your uncle?"
Liang Zheng's boss was unhappy and complained: "Uncle is in the company in the afternoon, and he doesn't call me when he goes home, so I have to take a taxi. It costs dozens of dollars!"
"Bah! A little bit of money! You look so useless! There's a lot of New Year's money I gave you for the New Year and the festival. Where did it go? Not enough for you?"
"How can it be the same!"
"It's alright, alright." Mrs. Liang Yingying was so used to her life that she didn't like her nephew's arrogance, and said, "I'll reimburse you for how much it cost."
Only then did Liang Zheng feel more comfortable, but he still complained: "Uncle is also true, he doesn't want to think about me."
Liang Yingying was afraid that he would have an opinion on Zhang Huan. He is still young, and although he thinks he is mature and sophisticated, he actually shows his thoughts on his face and can see clearly. She was afraid that Zhang Huan would see his thoughts and make Zhang Huan unhappy.
She hurriedly said: "Your uncle is such a big boss, who has a lot of time and money, how can he take care of you. Don't think about taking your uncle's car. How can your uncle have so much time for you to take a ride. Millions of people come and go, if you delay him for a minute, you will delay making money!"
"Then how do I get to get off work in the future?" Liang Zheng asked unhappily, "It's quite far from the company."
In fact, it is normal to spend an hour commuting in big cities. But Liang Zheng came from a small place and could walk anywhere. He also lived in a school dormitory when he was in college and had never commuted to work, so for a newcomer like him, commuting was an annoying and tiring thing.
Of course, there is nothing in the adult world that is not tiring, and there is no comfort in being a student.
Liang Zheng also wanted to sue Zhang Yansheng: "And that Zhang Yansheng, she is too much, this morning..."
Liang Yingying interrupted him immediately: "It's alright, alright, I already know what happened in the morning. Your dad woke me up by calling me in the morning. I still have a headache. Let me tell you..."
"I know all about this. That dead girl has such a temper, and no one can do anything about her. But you are not allowed to quarrel with her, do you hear me!" She grabbed Liang Zheng's arm, for fear that he would not know the seriousness of it. Forcefully, "she was born by your uncle, or the eldest daughter, you have to give your uncle some face."
In fact, if Liang Zheng really quarreled with Zhang Yansheng in public, he would find that Liang Yingying couldn't handle Zhang Yansheng at all, and Liang Yingying's true status in this family and Zhang Huan's mind would be exposed. This is what Liang Yingying does not want to see.
It's such a refreshing feeling to return home.
No one can find that there are such indignities under the brocade.
"Okay, I see. I'll just look at you and my uncle's face." Liang Zheng muttered.
But he asked again: "Then what if I go to work in the future? Do I really take the bus?"
This is what makes him the most unhappy. Taking the bus is really worth it, but he can't bear to take a taxi every day. He squinted at Liang Yingying, actually hoping that his aunt would be more generous and pay for his daily commute to get off work.
The result was better than he expected. His aunt said in a big voice, "What bus are you taking? You can afford to lose that person, but I can't afford to! Have you brought your driver's license? I'll bring it to you if you want to bring it here. The car starts." Liang Zheng was overjoyed and immediately said, "Bring it! Auntie! I want to drive your Ferrari!"
Liang Yingying almost stumbled because of his words! Dare to speak!
Liang Yingying laughed angrily and poked her nephew in the head: "What are you thinking, I just got the car for two days, okay! You wait, when my aunt buys a new car, I'll drive this old Ferrari for you!"
The cow blows out first.
As for when there will be a new car in the future, then... I'll talk about it later.
If Zhang Yansheng heard it, he would sneer.
The problem is, Liang Zheng Thaksin!
"Then it's done! It's done!" He wanted to hook up with his little aunt and talk to death!
It's an old car, but it's a Ferrari!
Liang Zheng can think of what kind of envious eyes those fellow villagers and classmates should look at him in the future when he drives a Ferrari back to his hometown, and how they should surround him with flattery!
As for the girl he has been chasing hard to catch up with, let her wear high heels and chase after his Ferrari for exhaust!
snort!
At the dinner table, Zhang Yansheng found that Liang Zheng was not only in a very good mood, but also seemed to have no grudges about the morning's affairs, and there was a hint of pride in his eyes.
Zhang Yansheng felt strange at first, and then he understood after thinking about it.
In this life, since Zhang Huan will no longer ride with Liang Zheng the next day, it goes without saying that Liang Yingying must have given Liang Zheng the drive of the family car just like in her previous life.
Zhang Yansheng twitched the corners of his mouth, only snorted slightly, lowered his head and continued to eat, ignoring him.
Although Zhang Huan usually likes to be at home and muddy, but after all, age, experience and city government are placed here. The various expressions of his wife and children at the dinner table fell into his eyes, including Liang Zheng.
Comparing Liang Zheng and Zhang Yansheng, he was secretly surprised. This eldest daughter, in just these few days, seems to be reborn.
She was still indifferent to people, but not the kind of blunt indifference that the whole world owed her. There was alienation in her indifference, and if it weren't for her young age, she would be somewhat noble and glamorous.
After eating, Liang Zheng couldn't wait to wink Liang Yingying, and wanted to quickly go and see "his car".
Liang Yingying smiled and said to Zhang Huan, "Husband, it's really not convenient for Xiao Zheng to go to work here, and it's not good to take your car every day to waste your time. I think otherwise, the BMW at home will drive him first. Now, what do you think?"
That BMW is the cheapest car in the family. It is used for my aunt to buy groceries and go to the supermarket. Zhang Huan's attitude towards such small money and trivial matters doesn't matter: "Okay."
Liang Yingying smiled and took Liang Zheng to see the car with restraint.
The two little ones were anxious to play games and watch cartoons, and they all ran away.
Zhang Yansheng chewed and swallowed slowly, and finally finished eating. He pushed aside the tableware and said, "I'm done eating", ready to go upstairs.
"Yanyan, Yanyan!" Zhang Huan stopped her.
Zhang Yansheng turned around, Zhang Huan smiled and hooked his fingers at her.
Zhang Yansheng: "..."
Seriously, she's not really fifteen-year-old Zhang Yansheng. Therefore, in her memory, for many years, Zhang Huan hadn't made such a relaxed and intimate look and gesture to her.
What Zhang Yansheng recalled reflexively was the few tears Zhang Huan shed after she died.
Yes, just a few drops. At that time, they had become very estranged, and the childhood kinship had almost been wiped out, leaving only resentment.
He later gave her a rather expensive funeral. The cemetery, tombstones, and urns were expensive and buried her next to her mother.
In the end, he just sent her with money.
Zhang Yansheng had mixed feelings in his heart, and asked indifferently, "Why?"
Although she was still cold these days, Zhang Huan felt much better than she was often noisy before. Zhang Huan was not angry at all, and said with a smile: "Go, tell Dad what happened today? Let's chat with father and daughter."
Next to the small hall, there is a room with a whole wall of wine racks and a bar. Zhang Huan sometimes likes to have two drinks here. As a little taste of life, he also bartenders.
Zhang Huan concocted a non-alcoholic soft drink for Zhang Yansheng and brought it to her: "It's been a long time since I saw Dad mixing drinks? This is your favorite drink, try it."
Zhang Yansheng was silent for a moment, then took a sip. It was indeed the taste of his childhood.
When she was a child, she liked to watch her father concoct colorful wines or drinks at the bar, like magic.
She will clap hard.
Mom sat aside and smiled softly.
Later, when my mother left this world, he brought Liang Yingying back, and those times were gone.