After Xiao Zhen saw off his re-energized Prince Osa at Shanghai Hongqiao Airport, Xiao Zhen, Sarah who stayed behind, and his sister Xiao Jin watched the plane flying high into the sky.
“Brother, Osa will be fine, sister-in-law Sarah, I have a suitable girl here.
She is the second daughter of Yang Husheng's sister, my eldest brother's junior high school deskmate. She is the same age as Osa and was recommended to Fudan University. Xiao Jin tried to say
"Dear Miss Yang, I'd better wait for a year or two and let your nephew take his time. What do you think, Sarah?"
"I'll do as you say. You have to take good care of these children." Sarah thought for a moment and said
The three of them returned to Zhen Yuan's home in Wujiaochang. Xiao Jin sat for a while and then said she was going to the kindergarten to pick up her fourth child, Tang Ruike.
After Xiao Zhen's sister Xiao Jin gave birth to a son for the third time, he finally got his wish and gave birth to a little princess for the fourth time.
Xiao Zhen's brother-in-law is even more of a daughter slave than Xiao Zhen. Professor Tang, a master of internal medicine at Huashan Hospital, is well-known in Shanghai for his "daughter slave" style.
Before leaving, Xiao Jin pulled his elder brother's hand. Feeling that Xiao Jin should have something to say today, Xiao Zhen followed Xiao Jin to the gate.
"Tell me, is there anything you can't say in front of Sarah?"
"Brother, I suggest that we meet Sister Yang's daughter. I am thinking about the stability of our third son's position as Crown Prince of Osa. It makes sense to have his own offspring!" Xiao Jin said, covering Xiao Zhen's ears.
"Thank you, sister, but I'm only 46, and my dad is only 65. You're even younger. To be honest, my dad and we're not dead yet. There won't be any accidents. You're just too concerned.
I believe in my own kind, I was born to be a chess player. Xiao Zhen rubbed his sister's head and said
"Alright then, big brother, I'll go back to Tan Palace first." Xiao Jin looked at the time on his wrist and said
"It's still early, drive slowly on your way home!"...
Before the opening of the Paris Olympics, people from the Foreign Affairs Office delivered the official VIP invitation letter from the Paris Olympic Organizing Committee to Zhen Yuan's home in Wujiaochang.
The next day, Xiao Zhen flew to Zurich, Switzerland, and Sarah flew to Paris to accompany Prince Osa, who was serving as the head of the Jordanian Olympic delegation for the first time.
There was a crucial round-table meeting of the behind-the-scenes players, and Xiao Zhen's father specifically asked the two brothers Xiao Zhen and Xiao Duo to attend.
As soon as Xiao Zhen got off the plane, he saw Reina who came to pick him up. "Honey, why did you think of picking me up at the airport?" Xiao Zhen asked, hugging her Nordic long legs.
"Honey, I miss you. By the way, those weird relatives of Lainie's family have finally calmed down." Reina said while hugging Xiao Zhen.
“Well, our Odin and Leni are known as the last golden couple in Europe.
"Honey, my research work will be less busy in the future, so I'll be able to spare more time to take care of the children." Xiao Zhen said happily...
Let’s not talk about the round table meeting attended by Xiao Zhen, Xiao Duo and their father Xiao Zhengtang. It was the same as when we bargained for vegetables at the vegetable market downstairs.
On the night of the opening ceremony of the Paris Olympics, Xiao Zhen was sitting in the VIP box sucking on duck neck.
The British ambassador sitting next to him with an aristocratic demeanor was made particularly ridiculous by the Zhou Hei Ya in his plastic bag.
"Mr. Xiao likes this too?" The Japanese sponsor stared at the red duck wings in his hand and drooled. "We prepared sushi bento for the Tokyo opening ceremony..."
"Try it?" Xiao Zhen pushed the plastic bag forward and looked at the other person who was slurping because of the spiciness but still trying to keep smiling. The buttons of his suit were stretched tighter because of trying so hard to hold back his smile.
At this moment, Sarah rushed in on her ten-centimeter high heels and almost tripped over a champagne bottle on the floor. "Look! Something's wrong with the opening number!"
A crooked model of the Eiffel Tower rose in the center of the venue, and thirty actors in fluorescent green tights began to perform "French square dance".
The bearded guy who was leading the dance was obviously drunk, and when he was spinning around, he threw the wig of the blonde girl next to him onto the camera lens.
"This is the show they spent 900 million euros on?" Xiao Zhen pulled out his phone and recorded a short video. "It's even worse than my eldest granddaughter Shengwei's kindergarten performance."
The more outrageous thing happened. When the virtual singing girl hologram appeared on stage, a suona version of "Love Business" suddenly burst out from the speakers—a Chinese technician had secretly connected a Bluetooth speaker.
The French director on the scene was so angry that he spoke in Algerian dialect, and the broadcast director hurriedly cut to five minutes of backup footage of an old Parisian lady doing aerobics.
"Check out Twitter!" Xiao Duo held up his phone and laughed so hard that he slapped his thigh. #Paris Olympics turns into a rural stage# has already become the number one trending search.
Some netizens combined the clip of the actor falling with the music of "Tante", and the number of clicks instantly exceeded one million.
The most amazing part was the peace dove segment. The organizing committee somehow managed to find two hundred fat pigeons, but these "angels" went on strike and squatted on the torch stand to poop.
The breeder ran around the field holding a baguette, and the BBC commentator said with a stifled laugh, "This is a unique way to interpret French romance..."
Phoenix Media, owned by Xiao Zhen, urgently launched the "Mosaic Project".
Whenever there was an embarrassing scene, the live broadcast immediately cut to the audience seats - so the global audience saw more than a dozen close-ups of the French president picking his nose, a princess putting on makeup, and the Qatari prince playing Candy Crush on a golden phone.
In the livestream, Chinese intern Xiao Wang, clutching his instant noodle bucket, wailed, "Boss, we're completely out of material! We've even run out of footage of the woman cleaning the toilet!"
During the halftime show, something even more awful happened: a pioneering artist's "Tree of Life" installation suddenly fell apart, sending 2,000 plastic apples crashing down onto the VIP seats.
The picture of the Queen of Sweden smiling while wearing a piece of vegetable leaf was made into an emoticon package of "Keeping Royal Style".
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