"I have an adopted daughter."
The first thing Zhang Jing said was not to apologize, but to tell a story, "When she graduated from junior high school, I went to school to give a graduation speech."
The phone was quiet, Liang Jieyang listened quietly.
"The topic of my speech at that time was "Baby, I wish you misfortune and pain.""
Liang Jieyang had already guessed that someone was going to say something "nice" to her, because the voice was very gentle.
Zhang Jing knew that Liang Jieyang was listening and continued:
"The content of the speech includes these two sentences: I hope you can be unlucky a few times so that you know that your success may be just luck and that other people's failures are not deserved;
I hope that when you fail, your opponents will sneer and gloat, so that you can know how important it is to compete with style. "
"So, I'm here to apologize," Zhang Jing quickly explained, "I shouldn't have said those harsh and impolite words to you before, and I regret it."
"It doesn't matter." Liang Jieyang felt her nose was a little sore and her voice sounded like a mosquito, "I'm used to being hit anyway."
"Where are you now?" Zhang Jing invited, "I'll treat you to dinner."
Liang Jieyang hesitated for a second, "Historical hotel."
"Wait for me to come over, within half an hour."
Zhang Jing hung up the phone and drove out in a hurry, starting from No. 1550, going from north to south, passing through Hollywood Boulevard and passing a flower shop.
Zhang Jing originally planned to buy a bouquet of flowers, but when he saw some dead flowers in the trash can at the door, he decided to save whatever he could.
Thinking that there were no good things in the trash can, Zhang Jing found a better one among them, peeled off the two rotten petals on the outside, and found that the inner layer was very fresh.
"Good evening, what are you looking for, Mr. Zhang Jing?"
There was a man coming from behind. Zhang Jing turned around and saw that it was Zhang Mingyue.
Zhang Jing met Zhang Mingyue twice before, once in the Valley of the Kings in Egypt and the Four Seasons Hotel restaurant next to the Nile River; and the other time in Temasek.
He was with Liang Jieyang both times they met.
Zhang Jing checked Zhang Mingyue's information on the Internet, nicknamed Inter Milan Prince.
However, due to economic problems and lawsuits, Inter Milan is actively selling.
Interestingly, Zhang Mingyue likes to show off his wealth on self-media.
Three ultra-luxury sports cars worth up to 8 million yuan and ten luxury watches worth up to 15 million yuan are not in his name, so the judge cannot enforce the property.
"Good evening," Zhang Jing thought about the train for a second and showed the rose in his hand under the street lamp, "I plan to give it to a friend."
Seeing Zhang Jing picking flowers from the trash can, Zhang Mingyue was a little confused. She looked at the flower shop and asked, "I was planning to buy flowers, or can I buy a bouquet for you?"
"No, this one is pretty good."
Zhang Jing felt that things were developing in a ridiculous direction, and the flowers the other party bought might also be given to Liang Jieyang.
"What kind of business does Mr. Zhang do?" Zhang Mingyue inquired.
"Archaeologist, the serious kind. I have something to do now. Let's have tea together next time."
Worried about being beaten first, Zhang Jing took the roses he picked up, got into the black x5 bulletproof car parked on the roadside, put gas under his feet, and hurried to the historical hotel one kilometer away.
Liang Jieyang was waiting in the lobby on the first floor of the hotel. When she saw Zhang Jing bringing a rose, she felt a little happy and troubled.
"Good evening."
While talking, Zhang Jing handed the flowers to Liang Jieyang, who was wearing denim trousers, a gray sweatshirt, and white height-increasing sneakers.
Liang Jieyang subconsciously gathered her long hair, hesitated for two seconds, took the rose, put it under her nose and smelled it gently.
"There is a vegetarian restaurant next door," thinking of Ding Jiaqi's reminder in his mind, Liang Jieyang invited with a gentle tone, "Do you like to be vegetarian?"
"I like to be vegetarian and I also like to eat meat."
"Then let's go to a steak restaurant," Liang Jieyang explained, "I usually eat more vegetarian food, but I can actually eat meat." Z.br>
Zhang Jing has feelings, Liang Jieyang looks imaginary
Zhong is so domineering.
Because they had more time, the two left the hotel side by side.
After a short period of silence, walking under the street lights, Liang Jieyang asked her doubts, "Did you come to me to apologize?"
"No," Zhang Jing explained, "Originally, I had given up the thirty-seven copies of Xixia ancient books, and my employees had to let me get them."
"Isn't it because you care about me?" Liang Jieyang stopped and looked at someone and asked.
Looking at the woman in front of him, Zhang Jing said without blushing, "I have a girlfriend. Besides, we haven't met a few times, so we can't say whether we like her or not."
At this time, Liang Jieyang thought of what Ding Jiaqi said again, "the cycle is gradual."
After looking at Zhang Jing for seven or eight seconds, Liang Jieyang was defeated first, "I'm too anxious, let's go eat first."
Seeing Liang Jieyang's complicated expression, Zhang Jing reminded her kindly, "Actually, you have a better choice."
"A better choice?" Liang Jieyang asked Zhang Jing, "What about?"
"For example, Zhang Mingyue, as long as he sells Inter Milan, he will still be at the top."
Zhang Jing has many suggestions, "You can also become the top."
Liang Jieyang corrected and asked, "Without Grandma Wen's support, would you be where you are today?"
One thing to say.
Even if Zhang Jing had a treasure hunting system, as a newcomer in a complex social environment, without Wen Li's support, he would have been buried in grass, or was in jail, or even sliced into pieces.
You can’t get out of Novice Village, and you won’t get rich so fast.
Thinking about it in reverse, even if Liang Jieyang is as capable as Ding Jiaqi, her future is still limited.
The higher you go, the more solid it becomes, just like falling into 520 glue.
Seeing that Zhang Jing couldn't say anything to refute, Liang Jieyang walked and chatted, striving for the future, "You make me a success, and I will make you a success. Together, we will go very far in the future."
"There is something I need to make clear to you," Zhang Jing reminded Liang Jieyang seriously, "I will not get married."
Living in the West, Liang Jieyang understood Zhang Jing's thoughts.
When she first started to accept Westerners, she attended a white wedding.
At the wedding, the bride shed tears of excitement, and her relatives and friends sent sincere blessings. Everyone felt very happy and sincere.
At first, Liang Jieyang thought that this was a pure love wedding with no betrothal gifts, no dowry, and no comparison.
Later it turned out not to be the case.
Because the law protects women so well, a man who dares to marry another woman must have great courage in addition to true love.
If there is a divorce, whether it is because the woman cheated and left, or because the woman gave birth to someone else's child, the man will be hurt.
Including but not limited to salary, pension, and car, half can be divided, and the house will most likely be awarded to the woman until the other party remarries.
Well, some people waited until they died without remarrying their ex-wife.
There are also many divorced men who give up on themselves after divorce, join the homeless army, and pitch tents on the roadside.
In this case, it is completely reasonable that Zhang Jing does not want to get married.
