Hua Zhi: Well, then go to sleep. I'll continue to ask Wang Junxian about this guy. What do you think? Why do you give such a vulgar gift to my aunt?
Wang Junxian came with a present that night. It was supposed to stay overnight, but when he went to the airport to pick up someone temporarily, Hua Zhi couldn't sleep and began to play Yao moth.
But in fact, the heart is very sweet, no woman will be dissatisfied with the gift, after all, this is the boyfriend's heart.
Hua Sheng hung up the phone and went to bed carefully.
River a turn over to embrace her, "Hua Zhi so late, what do you want?"
The voice of the river is lazy. Hua Sheng thinks it's nice and cute.
"What she can do is show her love. Wang Junxian bought 52 lipsticks for her."
"Is Mrs. Jiang envious?" The river bowed its head and asked her.
"Envy what, I don't like make-up, no sense of lipstick."
"Then what gift do you want, and I'll give you something else?"
"Come on, we are different from them. They are in love. We are both old husbands and wives. What else do we give? It's our own family."
"Well, it's my wife Jiang who is sensible. Go to sleep."
The river gently kissed Huasheng on the head, and they went on sleeping.
On the surface, Jiangliu said that he would not buy any gifts, but he still prepared them behind his back. Of course, these are afterwords.
In fact, there is no such thing as Wang Junxian. Jiangliu is also preparing gifts. He has always been a man with a special sense of ceremony.
Father's day and mother's day will prepare gifts for parents, as long as it is an important festival, will not miss.
On the other hand, Xie Dongyang feels very sad recently. After the long life banquet of Zhonghui that day, he was entangled by Zhong Xiaoyan.
Zhong Xiaoyan doesn't know which tendon is wrong. She just depends on Xie Dongyang. She doesn't care about the past black history.
Still in the circle, he said that if he didn't catch up with Xie Dongyang, he would not stop. He was so scared that Xie Dongyang would hide when he saw people, and he would follow the God of plague.
On this day, Zhong Xiaoyan drove the white Ferrari to run and stopped at the downstairs of Dongyang pharmaceutical.
When the security guard saw this situation, he knew that it was the top rich man, and he didn't dare to stop him.
Zhong Xiaoyan is wearing a white fur coat, red lips, carrying a very pompous platinum bag, and is full of jewels.
In fact, Zhong Xiaoyan is not very old, but she is too luxurious to dress up, instead, she looks very old. Just in the aspect of temperament, she has lost more than one grade of Hua Zhi and Hua Sheng.
But she still thinks it's OK to dress like this. It's fashion.
"Do you have an appointment?"
"I'm Xie Dongyang's girlfriend." Zhong Xiaoyan raised her chin and said arrogantly to the front desk.
The front desk reception was also confused by her. While the front desk was confused, Zhong Xiaoyan swaggered onto the elevator.
Xie Dongyang is about to go to the conference room with the document, so he meets with Zhong Xiaoyan.
"Xie Dongyang." Far away, she called his name.
Xie Dongyang saw it was her and immediately blocked her face with a folder.
"Xie Dongyang, why are you hiding from me? Am I the God of plague?"
"Miss Zhong, what can I do for you?"
"Of course I came to see you. I'd like to have lunch with you. I'd like to have Cantonese roast goose." Princess Zhong Xiaoyan is very ill, and all of them are used to it.
Talking to people is like giving orders.
"I have something else to do. I'll have a meeting soon. Let's make another day."
"That's not good. You have a meeting first. I'll wait for you here."
"I have something else to do after the meeting."
"Don't talk, I don't believe you won't eat later?"
"I..." Xie Dongyang is really in a mess.
"Can I ask Xie Dongyao to eat with you?"
"No, I like you, not your sister." This aunt is too difficult to deal with.
Xie Dongyang's assistant and Secretary look at their boss sympathetically, but they dare not speak.
"Zhong Xiaoyan, we are not suitable."
"You didn't try, how do you know it wasn't right?" Zhong Xiaoyan retorts.