Chapter 80: Little Red Flower Reward

Meng Yanchen put Fan Shengmei's luggage neatly into the trunk, and then took out an exquisite velvet gift box from his own suitcase.

He gently opened it. This was a Reuge crystal music box that he had specially customized in Switzerland. The clear crystal box was engraved with intricate vine patterns. He gently opened the lid and saw the exquisite internal mechanism.

This is because Fan Shengmei once posted a message on her WeChat Moments. That should have been when she had just left her hometown and came to this city to work hard.

[I don't have so many obsessions. When I was a kid, I dreamed of having a music box. Now I feel that the salary I earn is the most stable.]

Without any brand requirements or picture references, Meng Yanchen customized this model based on his own aesthetic taste.

He stared at the gift box, thought for a moment, and then put it on the back seat.

Instead, she took out a brand new Chanel lipstick from the storage compartment - it was the velvet series that she often used.

"Okay, let's go too."

Fan Shengmei came over with her handbag. Meng Yanchen opened the car door for her and carefully fastened her seat belt.

As the car started, Fan Shengmei suddenly felt the seat was a bit uncomfortable. She reached out and touched the lipstick.

She turned to look at Meng Yanchen in the driver's seat.

"Gift?"

Meng Yanchen held the steering wheel with one hand and placed the other hand casually on the car window.

"Um."

He looked straight ahead and said calmly, "I'll officially take on the role of Director of the Investment Department tomorrow. I think this shade is perfect for me."

Fan Shengmei felt warm in her heart, "Meng Yanchen, you'll easily ruin me like this."

"That's exactly what I meant."

The corners of his lips curled up slightly, "Then it can only be mine."

As the car was driving steadily, Meng Yanchen caught a glimpse of Fan Shengmei preparing to put her lipstick into her bag.

"Don't you want to try?" he asked softly.

Fan Shengmei pointed to her lips.

"I put on lipstick today."

"But I want to see..." Meng Yanchen insisted rarely.

Fan Shengmei smiled helplessly, and when she opened the vanity mirror on the passenger side, she was suddenly stunned.

There is a photo in the mirror:

On the terrace of the villa, she was held in Meng Yanchen's arms, their foreheads touching, smiling so naturally.

This was a moment captured casually by Xiao Yixiao, but it perfectly captured the scene where they only had eyes for each other.

Fan Shengmei's fingertips gently stroked the photo, and she was stunned and moved. When she looked at Meng Yanchen, her eyes were shining with tears.

"Isn't this the gift you wanted to give?"

Meng Yanchen loved to see her expression every time she accepted his love.

His fingertips tapped lightly on the steering wheel. "For business, I occasionally need to pick up and drop off important clients or partners. I probably can't do it like in the skit, where only my girlfriend sits in the passenger seat."

His voice was unusually serious. "But at least, everyone sitting here will know that I have a girlfriend, and I love her very much."

Of course, there was also the reason that he couldn't say out loud and completely turned the page.

Fan Shengmei couldn't help laughing, "Meng Yanchen, how many skits have you watched?"

Meng Yanchen thought about it carefully and said, "It's quite a lot."

Then he frowned and added, "But I found that many plots were unreasonable, so I had to adjust them according to the actual situation."

"Mr. Meng has an amazing learning ability."

Meng Yanchen turned to look at her while the light was red, "Thanks to Director Fan's guidance."

He paused and changed the subject, "How was the chat with everyone?"

Fan Shengmei recalled earnestly, "It was pretty good. Zhao Ziqian introduced me to a company. He said that although it had just been established, as an industry insider, he was very optimistic about it and that we should be able to reach a cooperation with that company."

"Which company?"

"Xingchen Technology."

Meng Yanchen chuckled, "Ziqian, that fox, asks for two favors with one sentence."

"What's wrong?" Fan Shengmei looked at him puzzled.

"nothing,"

Meng Yanchen explained, "But as far as I know, this company won't be short of investment. There will definitely be someone to back it up. But you can go and talk to see if there are other ways to cooperate."

He paused and looked at Fan Shengmei, "Do you need me to go with you?"

Fan Shengmei immediately made a gesture of refusal, with a stern face.

"Mr. Meng, please stick to your respective areas of work and do not cross the line."

Meng Yanchen laughed, "Okay, I'll follow Director Fan's instructions."

As she was speaking, Fan Shengmei suddenly remembered something.

"By the way, Jiang Yu is also from your circle?"

Meng Yanchen glanced sideways, "You know him? Why are you suddenly asking about him?"

"Yesterday when you were busy, he came to the villa and sat with Aunt Xiao for a while."

Fan Shengmei recalled, "He said he had another checkup today, so he left early."

"Do you know each other?"

"I've seen it before."

Fan Shengmei explained, "Some time ago, there was a stray cat in our neighborhood that got stuck in a rat hole, and he was the one who brought people to deal with it. Isn't he a firefighter? How come he's in your circle?"

Meng Yanchen nodded. "The Jiang family and the Meng family have always had a good relationship. They once even wanted to bring Jiang Yu and Xu Qin together."

"And then?"

Fan Shengmei immediately became interested. "Isn't Xu Qin with Song Yan? Does Jiang Yu have a girlfriend now?"

Meng Yanchen adjusted his glasses and suddenly pinched her cheek with one hand.

"Ms. Fan, what do you want to do? Your behavior is very suspicious."

“It hurts, it hurts!”

Fan Shengmei slapped his hand away and said, "Okay, okay, I won't ask anymore."

"Why do you suddenly care about him?"

Just as Meng Yanchen was about to ask further questions, Fan Shengmei's phone suddenly rang.

"Hey, little earthworm?"

"Sister Fan! I left your keys on the table this morning! Don't go home directly, come to my coffee shop. Guan Guan went out and said she was delivering something to someone."

"All right,"

Fan Shengmei glanced at the time. "I just brought you some delicious food, and it'll be at the door soon. Thank goodness you called ahead."

After hanging up the phone, she turned to Meng Yanchen and said, "Please drop me off in front. There's no one at home. I'm going to go find the little earthworm."

"Let's have dinner together." Meng Yanchen asked persistently.

"Mr. Meng, I have to go to work tomorrow. I've been with you for two days. I can't put love before friendship."

Fan Shengmei said helplessly, "Besides, the ice cream cake Aunt Xiao sent is about to melt. I have to send it to Little Earthworm quickly."

Meng Yanchen had no choice but to compromise.

After the car stopped, Meng Yanchen took out the exquisite gift box from the back seat and handed it to Fan Shengmei.

"What is this? Another gift?" Fan Shengmei asked curiously.

"Your little red flower, go back and look at it later."

Seeing Fan Shengmei's confused expression, Meng Yanchen pulled her into his arms and said, "Thank you for giving me so many surprises and reassurances these past two days. Children who behave well deserve to be rewarded with little red flowers."

He kissed the top of her head gently, "Director Fan, please continue to maintain this and grow healthily."

Fan Shengmei's eyes were slightly hot, and she hugged him tightly back.

"Meng Yanchen, I'm not a child anymore..."

But her voice was filled with unconcealable joy, just like a little girl who received a beloved gift.

After seeing Fan Shengmei off, Meng Yanchen got in the car and called Bao Yifan.

"She asked me about Jiang Yu today?"

"ah?"

Bao Yifan was confused by the question, and suddenly remembered the scene when Andy asked him about Meng Yanchen. He sighed and summed up a classic sentence.

"I'm familiar with this. This is the necessary process to become the son-in-law of the 22nd floor. You must perform well..."