The girl covered her chest with her hands, her eyes full of red hearts: "This president is so infatuated, I love him so much."
The top executives of the company did not care about this, but were curious about the cooperation between Cheng Que and Xihe. They were shocked to find out that the little girl from the Wen family had done such a big thing without making any noise!
For a while, I was wondering whether I should find an opportunity to contact them and expand my business.
However, Cheng Que and Xihe were so busy all day that they couldn't find anyone, so everyone had to turn their attention to Wen's parents.
Xihe received a call in the evening: "Wen Sheng, it's your mother's birthday tomorrow."
The air conditioner was on in the hall, and melodious music played. Xihe was holding her computer, with one foot propped up on Cheng Que's lap. Cheng Que's eyes were fixed on the documents, and his hands were massaging her. She thought for a moment and said, "Then I'll come back after get off work."
After saying that, he was about to hang up the phone.
"etc!"
Father Wen took a deep breath and tried to remain calm: "Where's Cheng Que? Does he have time?"
Xihe kicked Cheng Que, and the young man raised his head with a puzzled look.
Xihe raised the phone and said, "Are you free tomorrow? Do you want to go celebrate my mom's birthday?"
Cheng Que blinked, his eyes gradually clearing from his immersion in company affairs. He leaned forward and said into the phone, "Uncle, Shengsheng and I will go home together after get off work tomorrow night."
Father Wen's eyes widened and he subconsciously asked, "Are you together?"
Xihe said: "Yes, he is my boyfriend now. Well, it's getting late, you should go to bed early, good night." Then he hung up the phone.
Cheng Que was amused: "Why are you talking to your uncle like that?" But he didn't mean to blame her. He put down the documents, put his big hands around her and held her in his arms, sniffing her neck deeply: "Wife, I missed you so much."
Xihe couldn't help shrinking her neck and pushed his head: "Get out of the way, who is your wife?"
Cheng Que didn't let go, but instead held her tighter, his voice tinged with laughter: "You say one thing, you mean another."
Xihe deeply felt that this was a schizophrenic. He behaved in one way at home and another outside. He always acted cold and serious in front of outsiders (except at work), but he always chattered endlessly in front of her and was very eloquent.
Wen family,
Father Wen looked at the phone in disbelief.
Mother Wen finished applying the cream and came over: "What did Shengsheng say? Are you coming tomorrow night? You have to make it clear that many people will be there. If she doesn't come, where will my face as a mother be?"
She waved her hand in disdain: "As expected, it's not as good as before after a downgrade. Honey, buy me a new set tomorrow."
Father Wen threw down the phone and stormed upstairs: "Shopping! What else do you do all day besides putting on makeup? You can't even control your daughter."
"How dare you turn your back on your elders? You're truly lawless!"
The door slammed shut with a 'bang' sound.
Mother Wen raised her hand and stared blankly at the slammed door, unable to react for a long time.
Auntie was a little worried and couldn't help but step forward and ask softly: "Madam, are you okay?"
Mother Wen blinked and looked at her aunt: "I'm fine, Sister Lin, it's getting late, you should go to bed early." She went upstairs, but did not return to the bedroom but went to the next room.
Auntie looked at it and couldn't help but sigh: "If only Miss Wen were here."
Xihe: ???
If she were there, she would definitely be slapped in the face.
Isn't her presence necessary? If the couple vents their anger on her, wouldn't the world be at peace?
Time quickly came to the next night.
Xihe didn't even change his clothes. He put on a white suit and drove directly to the Wen family villa with Cheng Que, carrying gifts.
The villa was brightly lit, and all kinds of luxury cars were parked at the door. Business celebrities were dressed exquisitely in gorgeous gowns, holding wine glasses and chatting among the crowd, laughing and talking.
Xihe pushed Cheng Que in, and everyone looked over.
Mother Wen was reminded, and a bright smile immediately appeared on her perfectly made-up face: "Shengsheng, you are finally back."
Her high heels clattered as she quickly walked up to the two of them. "Everyone's here, so we've been waiting for you. Why haven't you changed your shoes?"
Xihe was wearing a pair of flat shoes.
Xihe had a perfect smile on her face: "I was too busy at the company to make it in time, Mom, happy birthday to you."
Hand over a beautifully wrapped gift box.
Someone nearby immediately praised her, "Miss Wen is so filial." There was a chorus of compliments.
Mother Wen, who had been met with cold stares wherever she went for the past month, felt a surge of pride in her heart. She took the gift and opened it: "What else can we give each other as family? You only know how to waste money... a jade bracelet?"
An ice jadeite is quietly placed in the velvet box, with an ice texture and very shiny.
There was a pause around them, and the next second everyone praised the jade bracelet for its perfect appearance and Miss Wen's careful attention.
Xihe smiled without saying anything. This jade bracelet was actually ordinary, neither wrong nor outstanding. She asked her secretary to pick it out, and she hadn't even looked at it carefully before coming. However, everyone who came tonight had various purposes and naturally would not give face to Wen's mother.
The forced smile on Mother Wen's face was gradually cheered up by everyone.
She had been living a life of luxury since she was little, what good things had she not seen? This gift was clearly thoughtless, but things were different now, and she couldn't afford to lose her temper.
Cheng Que also gave her jewelry, and Wen's mother took it with a smile.
After giving the gift, Xihe pushed Cheng Que to the corner. Soon, a group of people gathered around him, talking eloquently, laughing and making a lot of noise, making the place very lively.
Xihe and Cheng Que occasionally responded, and if they didn't want to reply, they would just smile at each other.
She tied her hair behind her head and sat there quietly, and some people who wanted to be rude did not dare to speak.
Cheng Que held her hand, sometimes drinking by himself, sometimes leaning his head to talk to her in a low voice.
Everyone exclaimed in surprise. Mr. Cheng, the usually stern president, had never spoken to anyone so tenderly? A friend in need is a friend indeed. Had Miss Wen completely won Mr. Cheng's capitalist heart?
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