Eric's words were tantamount to admitting that he had never thought about getting married in the distant future. Zhang Moyan had already expected this and could fully understand it.

Because when she was reporting the conclusion of Chen Guanfu's search for his relatives, she truthfully reported her relationship with Chen Guanfu to Eric. There was no other way, Jin Xueyang and two management trainees were present that day, and she couldn't hide it.

Zhang Moyan told the story very briefly, without mentioning anything about the celadon porcelain and Chen Yun and Guo Man. Eric understandingly agreed to her request for anonymity. At the same time, he also naturally understood one thing, that is, she had been adopted for more than 20 years, and although respectable relatives had found her now, she did not want to recognize them.

Leading Media is one of the best companies in the industry. It is impossible for its young master to marry a woman with such an abnormal background. It is not that it is impossible, but there are too many external factors that need to be dealt with, and it is impossible to make a decision immediately.

"Thank you for your honesty." Zhang Moyan smiled faintly at Eric.

Well, I have added another record to my brain bubble record. It seems that after rejecting that person, I have no psychological burden to reject this kind of rich son-in-law.

Eric shook his head helplessly: "Okay, I'll accept this nice guy card for now."

The failure of this confession seemed to be due to some problems on both sides, which was a bit like giving each side a slap on the wrist, but it wasn't too embarrassing.

At least that's what Zhang Moyan thought.

When the car arrived near the gate of Zhang's residential complex, Zhang Moyan saw a familiar figure from afar. She dialed a phone in surprise, and the man carrying the luggage took out the phone from his pocket and answered it.

"Xueyang, I saw you. Aren't you on a business trip? Why are you here in my parents' neighborhood?"

Jin Xueyang, looking exhausted, turned around, holding his phone and looking around. "Oh, you're back early. Isn't today your mom's birthday? I rushed back. Huh? Where are you? Why didn't I see you?"

"Stand here and wait for me for a moment."

Zhang Moyan hung up the phone and pointed to the roadside to Eric: "Director, please drop me off here. Thank you for sending me today."

She was halfway through unbuttoning her seatbelt when she suddenly looked up: "I have plans at home today, so I won't be taking your seat."

Eric was confused by the sentence she added deliberately. After two seconds, he remembered that he once took the initiative to go into Zhang Moyan's house. Then he realized that he was being warned.

"Okay, I'll visit my uncle and aunt again some other day when I have the chance. Take your things and don't forget them."

"Thank you, Director." Zhang Moyan came out of the car with the paper bag in her hand. After watching Eric drive away, she immediately crossed the road and jogged towards Jin Xueyang.

"Is that our director's car?"

"Ah..." Was he seen again? "Yes, I happened to meet him after get off work and he gave me a ride."

"Oh," Jin Xueyang looked her up and down. "Why are you so nervous?" He grabbed the paper bag that Zhang Moyan was holding. "I don't think you guys have anything going on."

Zhang Moyan immediately smiled: "That's right, I'm afraid you'll misunderstand."

"Tsk, it's not like I've known you for a long time. I know the director isn't your type." The two of them walked towards the residential complex while talking. "What's in this bag? Why are all the takeout I ordered for you here? You didn't finish it?"

"There's so much, how can I possibly finish it? Oh, and I haven't thanked you yet!"

"Why are you being polite?"

"Did you really come back for my mother's birthday?"

"Didn't you tell me last week that my aunt's birthday was today? I can't just pretend I didn't hear it..."

"My mother will be so touched."

…

When the two of them walked to the entrance of the building, Zhang Moyan's cell phone rang. She took it out, took a look at it, and hung up.

"Who is it?" Jin Xueyang asked.

"Mom, you don't have to answer the phone since we're already at the door." Zhang Moyan put her phone in her pocket and strode into the corridor. Jin Xueyang quickened his pace and followed closely behind her.

The Zhang family lived on the first floor, and Zhang Moyan quickly rang the doorbell. Since she moved out of here half a year ago, she had never used her key to enter or leave the house out of respect for the private space of her parents and grandparents.

Almost as soon as the doorbell rang, the door opened from the inside. Huang Qin said with a smile on her face, "As soon as you hung up the phone, I knew you must be at the door. Oh, Xueyang is here too! And where did you come from with your luggage? Come on, come on, come in first!"

"Hello, Auntie!" Jin Xueyang obediently walked in before Zhang Moyan, put his luggage against the wall, and changed into the slippers that Huang Qin took out for him from the shoe cabinet. "Thank you, Auntie. I heard Moyan say that today is your birthday and there's a meal for you, so I rushed back!"

"This kid is so thoughtful," Huang Qin laughed heartily, "even better than Mo Yan's boyfriend!"

Zhang Moyan and Jin Xueyang paused at the same time, and then Jin Xueyang suppressed his gaze and looked behind him. Zhang Moyan's cigarette was smoking, and he said very suddenly: "Well, Xingyu is in Chengdu for a meeting, and he really can't come back for two days."

Jin Xueyang understood immediately and nodded at Zhang Moyan from a distance, knowing that she had not yet told her parents about the breakup.

"Okay, stop talking. Mo Yan, go to the living room quickly. There are three guests who say they are looking for you." Huang Qin waved her hand and urged.

"Really? Who is it?" Zhang Moyan widened her eyes and quickly changed her shoes.

"I don't know him either. He said he was an expert you interviewed for your previous job."

"Oh..." Zhang Moyan walked past Jin Xueyang in slippers from the entrance to the living room. When she saw the three guests on the sofa, her face turned pale.

The people who came were Chen Guanfu, Fujiwara Nanako, and a strange young and strong man.

Chen Guanfu's wheelchair was parked in the living room, and the coffee table was piled with boxed gifts. The young man sat separately from them on a single sofa on the side, and coldness was written all over his face from head to toe.

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