Suffering Sun Dongqing quickly got up to treat the wound. The phone at home rang, and she looked up at the wall clock with her fingers pressed to stop the bleeding, with a deep smile on her face.
The video tape was put on the coffee table and left unattended, and I quickly picked up the landline on the corner of the sofa.
Ye Zhifan didn't call Sun Dongqing right away. He got the address wrong with the driver who picked him up. He had to let the driver find them first.
Seeing his daughter called on the phone, he said calmly: "You stand here and wait, dad go ahead and have a look."
Ye Ying, who happened to be on the phone at home, nodded hurriedly, and said: "Dad, you put down your luggage and I'll just keep it."
"Okay, don't walk around, lest you turn around to find you again." The driver who came to pick them up called again, Ye Zhifan said with a smile on his face while connecting: "We have already gone outside, I Now wait for you up the aisle, you should be able to see me when you turn a corner."
"Well, well, I'm sorry for you."
The driver Ye Zhifan sent by the Du's family was naturally polite. If he put on the post of the director of the Southern Provincial Urban Construction Bureau because of his identity, he would look down on the Du's family.
If you send someone to pick you up, that is because the Du family is giving you face. Doesn't you look down on the driver that you sent is the same as look down on the Du family
Ye Zhifan, who wants to have a good relationship with the Du family, would not do such a stupid thing.
At 6:30 in Beijing, the dusk was heavy, and the lights were already on. Ye Ying, who was standing on the aisle of the parking lot, said that he was safe, so she couldn’t wait to tell Sun Dongqing good news, “Mom, Mrs. Li sent a driver to pick us up. Later, my dad and I will drive directly to the hotel to meet Mrs. Li."
"Mrs. Li also said that her daughter is also in the art troupe, but it is a pity that her daughter is not in the Beijing political troupe. It would be better if she was in the Beijing political troupe."
It would be even better if Mrs. Li's daughter was also in the Beijing political group. She would definitely coax her to be happy every day, just as she coaxed Yao Jing and the group of girls back then!
Sun Dongqing, who had heard such great news, didn’t even feel her finger headaches. She was very happy and said: “I’ll just say, my family Yingying is a pleasant one! You have to listen carefully to Madam Li’s words, coax her a few more words, say more. A few sweet words, it doesn’t matter."
"Mom, don't worry about that, I know how to do it." Seeing Ye Zhifan beckoning, she quickly concealed her mobile phone and said in a charming voice quickly: "Mom, I won't say anything. Dad sent it to Mrs. Li. I’m the driver, I’ll get in the car first, and I’ll call you tomorrow."
Ye Yingsheng was afraid that Ye Zhifan would hear these words, so she squeezed it off before Sun Dongqing finished speaking. When the car drove in front of her, she adjusted her facial expression quickly.
The driver sent by the Du family pushed the car door and trot to Ye Ying's side, respectfully calling "Miss Ye", first opened the door and asked her to get in the car, and then put the luggage in the rear compartment.
Ye Ying, who got in the car, was surprised to feel a little unnatural. He was really as polite as the driver on the TV asking the rich lady to get in the car, so polite that she thought she was really a noble lady at that moment.
"Director Ye, Miss Ye, my wife is hosting a banquet at the Wangfu Hotel. I will send you two over. The hotel where the two are staying is also the Wangfu Hotel. I hope you will be satisfied."
The courtesy of the driver made Ye Zhifan more confident. Mrs. Li personally arranged the food and accommodation, which shows that the Du family's fancy to their father and daughter.