On the car home, Lin Xiu took several phone calls from the Lin family to spy on the military situation.
"Yes, I adopted a child," Lin Xiucheng said to the other end of the phone, "This child will achieve great things, and I plan to pass on my career to him."
Chen Xing was far away from him, listening to his nonsense, while leaning on the back of the chair to enjoy the scenery outside the window, he has not really set foot on the outdoor land of Britain, and he saw the street wrapped in a windbreaker walking by in a hurry The white people are very novel.
Lin Xiucheng finally lost his patience to play Tai Chi with these annoying old guys, hung up the phone, put the phone on silent and put it aside.
Looking up, he saw Chen Xing staring out the car window in a daze, and asked him, "What are you thinking?"
Chen Xing didn't look at him, and said to himself, "I've never seen so many foreigners before."
Lin Xiucheng was amused by him, and felt that his cheap son was beyond words.
"What do you do?" Chen Xing turned to ask him, "Is it a big boss? Domineering president?"
The driver in front was a Chinese, and his smile was very low. Listening to Chen Xing's words, the fat on his back was shaking, and he tried his best to restrain himself from making a sound.
Lin Xiucheng thought about it, and he didn't know how to explain his identity to him. He is the head of the Lin family and a successful Chinese wealthy businessman. After all, when he goes out in London, others have to give him three points of face, no need to introduce himself. Someone stepped forward to say hello and respectfully called him "Mr. Lim".
The last time he introduced himself was when he was enrolled in university.
Chen Xing waited for a while, seeing that Lin Xiucheng didn't speak, he asked again: "I think those old guys owe you a lot of money, are you a loan shark?"
The driver snorted.
"You really want me to be your son?" He asked again, "Daddy? Daddy? Is that what it says in English? I don't speak English yet."
Lin Xiucheng looked at him with a three-point smile in his eyes, which didn't reach the bottom of his eyes.
Chen Xing was not afraid of him, and looked at him as usual.
After a while, Lin Xiucheng reached out and rubbed his already messy hair: "If you don't know it, go learn it."
"What on earth can you tell me?" Chen Xing scratched his hair and said doubtfully.
No one answered him, so he stopped mentioning it.
Lin Xiu couldn't bear the old house left by his grandfather, he liked living in his high-rise apartment in Kensington, and brought Chen Xing back there.
This high-end apartment is decorated in a modern and western style, and it is cleaned spotlessly. Walking to the window, you can overlook half of London. The gloomy fortress of the Chen family is quite different from this place.
"This is your room." Lin Xiucheng pushed open the door of the guest bedroom and told Chen Xing.
Chen Xing asked him again: "Father, what is my position in the family?"
Lin Xiucheng let out a long breath, and said helplessly: "My name is Lin Xiucheng, don't call me daddy at home from now on—I suggest you be a good tenant."
Chen Xing smiled slyly: "Okay."
After lunch, Lin Xiucheng had something to do and left. He asked someone to find a Chinese-English mixed-race place to accompany Alex, and took Chen Xing for a walk in London. Chen Xing chewed on potatoes and fried fish, filled his ears with unintelligible English, and followed Alex to look at the collections in the British Museum.
"Ai, do you know Lin Xiucheng?" Chen Xing pretended to ask casually. He disliked English and said, "Alex" for short.
Alex dared not speak up, and replied, "Mr. Lin, everyone knows me, but it's a pity he doesn't know me."
"You know me, you know him," Chen Xing painted a big cake for him, and directly used Lin Xiucheng's forced method, "Call me big brother, and I will guarantee you a prosperous life in London. "
Alex laughed heartily. Chen Xing is more than 1.7 meters tall, and his back is a bit more mature. His face is that of a delicate child. With an angelic face, he speaks in a smooth manner, which is funny no matter how you look at it.
"What's the matter, don't you believe me?" Chen Xing stretched out his hand to embrace Alex like the big brother in the movie, but Alex was half a head taller than him, and he felt tired stretching out his hand, so he put it down again.
"Letter," Alex coaxed him, "there is the mummy museum in front, which is very worth seeing."
Chen Xing saw that these were peonies chewed by cattle, but the first British boy he accepted had already spoken, so I might as well accompany him to take a look.
When it was time to say goodbye in the evening, Chen Xing left Alex's cell phone number and reluctantly waved to him.