For some reason, Han Zhan's face suddenly popped up in Cheng Yanmo's mind. Thinking of Han Zhan's eyes that showed mixed-race features, he tentatively asked the housekeeper, "Does that little brother have a pair of gray-blue eyes?"
Unexpectedly, after hearing this, the housekeeper showed a surprised expression and asked Cheng Yanmo: "Master, do you still remember? How old were you then?"
Cheng Yanmo was simply speechless.
He thought to himself, how could this be such a coincidence?
Old Man Han’s grandson turned out to be Han Zhan! Didn’t they say that Han Zhan only had one grandfather? Cheng Yanmo was afraid that he had made a mistake about the relationship between Han Zhan and Old Man Han, so he asked the housekeeper, “Is Zhan Zhan Old Man Han’s biological grandson or his grandson-in-law?”
"Grandson, Mr. Han only had one daughter, who died early. When she died, Zhanzhan was only six or seven years old."
Cheng Yanmo waved his hand, asked the housekeeper to go and rest, and he returned to the study alone.
Sitting on the sofa in his study, Cheng Yanmo recalled several encounters with Han Zhan, and a sudden sense of remedy struck him. He finally understood why Han Zhan had dared to beat up his boss, Li Li, in the boxing gym. And why Li Li, his boss, had taken the initiative to open the car door for Han Zhan in the teahouse.
The reason is simple, because Han Zhan is the real boss!
How did Zeus Aviation quickly gain a foothold and carve out a niche among the numerous state-owned civil aviation companies? Because Han Aoyu was the backer behind it!
Who is Han Ao Yu?
That's the kind of person whose death can make the nation fly its flag at half-mast in tribute!
All mysteries have been explained.
Cheng Yanmo couldn't help but reflect on what he had done to Han Zhan, wondering if there was anything wrong. He hadn't offended Han Zhan, had he? He felt that he probably hadn't offended Han Zhan, but when he thought of his troublemaking brother, Cheng Yanmo wasn't so sure.
On the morning of the 26th, Cheng Ziang woke up early and sat at the dining table with a gloomy face. Until midnight last night, everyone in the WeChat group was still discussing Song Ci's wedding, and many people wanted to interview Cheng Ziang about his feelings.
How could Cheng Ziang feel?
It's not him getting married!
Cheng Yanmo came downstairs and saw Cheng Ziang's gloomy face. He guessed why this guy was unhappy and couldn't help but warn him: "Stay at home today and don't go anywhere."
Cheng Ziang sneered, "Don't worry, I don't love Song Ci that deeply, I'm just angry and feel uncomfortable." Think about it, he is the second young master of the East Sichuan Group, how is he not better than that guy named Han Zhan?
But Cheng Ziang only dared to say this in his heart and did not dare to say it out loud, for fear of being stared at by his brother.
Cheng Yanmo was still worried about his brother. After thinking for a while, he said, "If you come with me to the company today, stay under my supervision and don't go anywhere!"
Cheng Ziang was shocked. "Brother, I'm not a child!"
Cheng Yanmo looked at him coldly, frowned, and said, "If you were a child, I would assign you homework." He didn't assign him homework because he, Cheng Yanmo, was too soft-hearted.
Cheng Ziang couldn't even eat breakfast.
Cheng Yanmo kept his word and actually took Cheng Ziang with him to the car when he left. When he arrived at the company, he stuffed Cheng Ziang into his office, gave him a laptop, and left him to fend for himself.
During the meetings, he would set up a chair for his younger brother in the conference room, which made all the senior executives think that Cheng Yanmo was planning to train Cheng Ziang in the company.
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No matter how difficult life is for the Cheng brothers, it has nothing to do with Song Ci. She is getting married today and is very busy.
Song Ci was born in Caijia Village. Later, when she and her sister grew up, the family moved to the city to make it easier for them to go to school.
When his parents were still alive, he would return to the countryside for a while every year to renovate the house. After the earthquake, his parents passed away, his sister became a vegetable, and Song Ci never took care of the old house again.
Because he was getting married, Song Ci sent people to renovate the old house in advance, re-covered the walls with wallpaper, and bought new furniture.
She stayed here last night.
At four o'clock, a car squeaked downstairs. It was the makeup artists arriving. Song Ci had no choice but to get up and, half-awake, made herself a glass of milk. Then the makeup artists pressed her down on a stool and began applying her makeup and hair.
Everything was ready and it was already dawn.
The wedding reception was scheduled for nine o'clock, and Song Ci had an hour to herself. She placed her phone on the countertop and made a video call to Song Fei.
It was one in the morning in Congo, and Song Fei had already fallen asleep. There was a double bed in the room, with Song Fei sleeping on the wall side and Yan Jiang sleeping on the window side. Hearing his phone ring, Yan Jiang, who was in a light sleep, answered the video call.
"Song Song."
Song Ci stared at Yan Jiang for a few seconds before saying, "It's only been a short time, how come you've become so dark?"
Yan Jiang, the most handsome man, used to have fair and smooth skin, but in just one month, his skin turned darker. Seeing Song Ci's disdain, Yan Jiang shook his head and laughed. He said, "Near the equator, what do you think?"
Song Ci asked him, "Are you still sleeping in the same room with Song Fei?"
"Um."
"Look at your little achievements. When you climb into Song Fei's bed one day, remember to tell me and I will set off fireworks to celebrate for you."
Yan Jiang said self-deprecatingly: "You don't need to put it on, I will do it myself."
The jokes were over, and Yan Jiang's expression turned serious. He looked at Song Ci quietly, seeing her in her wedding dress, and said sincerely, "Song Song, you look especially beautiful today."
Song Ci felt a little embarrassed by his praise, and she asked Yan Jiang: "How does it compare to Song Fei?"
Yan Jiang: "In my eyes, even if Song Fei is covered in dirt, she's still prettier than you."
Song Ci pretended to be desperate: "Our friendship is over!"
Yan Jiang raised his eyebrows and said, "Okay, that saves the red envelope."
"You are still my good brother." Song Ci changed his expression as quickly as turning the pages of a book.
Yan Jiang smiled and said, "I've prepared a wedding gift for you. Allen should be here soon, so look forward to it."
Song Ci was a little surprised, "You..."
She felt strangely touched.
They had been talking for so long, but still hadn't heard Song Fei's voice. Song Ci knew that Song Fei must be very tired, so she slept so soundly. "Is Song Fei very tired?"
Yan Jiang focused the camera on Song Fei's sleeping face, his voice unconsciously softening, "She was looking at the calendar before she went to sleep, thinking that today was your wedding day. There were a lot of patients these past two days, so she didn't get much rest. Now that she's asleep, I can't bear to wake her up."
"It's okay, let her sleep. When she wakes up, ask her to call me back."
"good."
As she was speaking, Song Ci heard the makeup artist say, "Song Song, is that Yan Jiang's assistant Allen?" The makeup artist was a friend of Song Ci named Allen. They had a good relationship and called each other by their first names.
Song Ci walked to the window and glanced downstairs. Sure enough, she saw Allen. "It's him," Song Ci said to Yan Jiang, "Your assistant is here. Let's stop talking for now."
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