In the morning of golden autumn, there are no clouds in the sky, and the sea and sky are the same color. The sand on the beach is clean and fine.
On the balcony on the second floor of the villa, Jing Gao and Wei Chenjun were sitting in a wicker chair together. She was wearing an exquisite light gray dress, her skin was white, and her breasts were tall and plump. The body is plump and graceful. A gorgeous, thirty-one-year-old beautiful young woman.
Jing Gao fed her a sip of the coffee in his hand, "Chenjun, is it bitter?"
Wei Chenjun has been studying abroad for a long time and is very adaptable to coffee. He took a sip and the eyelashes on his almond-shaped eyes flashed slightly. He leaned back and nestled against Jing Gao's neck and said, "It's not bitter."
With the aroma lingering in his arms, Jing Gao smiled helplessly and said: "Chenjun, you are not cooperative at all. I also wanted to tell you that coffee is bitter first and then sweet, just like our lives. It's not that I don't agree to your going. Look at your brother. If you go now, there will be unknown consequences. You have to wait a little longer, you know? Do you really think I lied to your feelings and body? You are willing to be lied to by me, but I am not willing to lie to you."
He was still willing to help Wei Chenjun fulfill her wish. It's just that he doesn't have enough strength to compete with the Yang family yet. This is not wise.
Wei Chenjun felt soft in her heart and said softly: "Yeah." She didn't want to embarrass her beloved man, but her mood couldn't help but feel slightly depressed.
Jing Gao patted her plump and soft butt and said warmly: "Chen Jun, come with me."
Later, Jing Gao drove Wei Chenjun out and drove along Stanley Bay. About forty minutes later, they arrived at a construction site under construction. There are more than a dozen tower cranes, and the machines are busy working.
Get out of the car and stand next to the car. The bodyguards have already dispersed. Dong Youwei took several assistants to explain the situation to the manager who came to negotiate with the construction site, and then brought him over. The manager was a middle-aged man in his forties, wearing a safety helmet. He bowed slightly and said, "Hello, boss." Only then did he realize that this was the big boss, and he came to take a look today.
Jing Gao nodded slightly, handed him a red panda, and said: "Pay attention to production safety. Go!" After sending the manager away, he took Wei Chenjun to look here for a while, and then returned to the Maybach. .
Wei Chenjun was a little confused and asked softly: "Jing, what did you bring me here to see?"
Jing Gao smiled slightly, put his arms around her waist, felt her plump and soft body, and said: "Chen Jun, this is a public rental house built according to mainland standards. What we are talking about now is an apartment for sale. Hey. Xia Shang Real Estate A total of hundreds of thousands of units will be built here on Hong Kong Island. We will lose money and make money. Do you understand what I mean?"
Wei Chenjun opened his mouth slightly in surprise. She suddenly understood that in the field of telecommunications, Li Jiacheng would definitely not be able to compete with Jing Gao. Because, one is adding, adding bricks and mortar. A subtraction of impression points to make money.
Jing Gao looked at her cute surprised look and her slightly open lips, and he wanted to feed her a box of Deluxe. Ling Chuqing made him want to stop, and for a few days, he stayed with her wholeheartedly. Wei Chenjun will also fill him with thoughts of driving. He kissed her gently and told the driver to drive back. Along the way, the street scenes of Hong Kong Island come into view.
"Chen Jun, let me tell you a little bit of knowledge. I learned it during the online class two days ago." Jing Gao hugged the beauty who was no longer depressed and stroked her eyebrows with his fingers. There was a lingering feeling there. Sad, said: "You know, Chinese people and Westerners understand love differently.
In Western culture, the word love is used when saying "I like you" or "I love you". Or honey. But what do we Chinese call our lovers? Look at the worldly sentiments that have been handed down. We are called: Enemies! Kill a thousand swords. "
Wei Chenjun couldn't help but chuckle, "Then I'll ask you to kill with a thousand swords."
Jing Gao laughed and said: "You didn't understand what I meant. This shows that Western culture and Chinese culture have different understandings of love. Think about it, two men and women who are not related by blood, because of a heartfelt love Emotions, mutual support, building a family, and sharing the difficulties, joys and sorrows of life.
Isn't love great? Of course it's great. Therefore, our classic works throughout the ages are full of works praising love! But how to understand love? Love will not always be in a stage of high emotions and hormone secretion, but will have other derivatives. And in the end it’s just one word: enemies.
Do you understand, what is an enemy? Love and hate, want to give up but can't let go. Missing you when you haven't met, not necessarily being intimate when you meet, and maybe even quarreling. This is real life! This is much richer than the word love.
Otherwise, we will end up in a state of mutual respect, like ice in water. This kind of relationship between husband and wife may not be appropriate. Then this couple just doesn't do one thing and never stops doing the other.
Our relationship will also go this way. When we get along in the future, we won’t always be filled with laughter and sweetness. You will have your emotions, your joys and sorrows. I will have my emotions, be angry or angry.
When we are together, try to enjoy this wonderful time. But even so, there will be conflicts and unhappiness between the two of us, but these are the things contained in this relationship and the stages that we must go through. I will accept and tolerate everything about you. do you know? "
Wei Chenjun felt that her heart was about to melt. He raised his head slightly and looked at Jing Gao with admiration and sweetness with his beautiful almond-shaped eyes. He kissed him gently on the face and said, "I will do the same!" He held his hands tightly. Holding him tightly, the desire in her heart suddenly arose, wanting to integrate him into her body.
Jinggao pressed down the baffle to separate the back row into a private space, allowing her to slide down and caressing the beauty's long hair.
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In mid-November, Jing Gao left his assistant Dong Youwei in Hong Kong to handle the telecommunications market share dispute with Li Jiacheng. He returned to Shenzhen, had dinner with An Xiaoqian, and then flew to Qiongdao.
He had bodyguards with him. At this time, Ling Chuqing had returned to Qiongdao and was waiting for him.
Qiongdao, somewhere in a luxurious seaside villa.
Wang Hanjun walked quietly outside her father's study, and just as her mother opened the door and came out, she asked: "Mom, has dad rested?"
Mrs. Wang is in her fifties, and her former beauty is vaguely visible. He sighed softly, took a bowl of porridge, and said, "Han Jun, are you busy? Don't disturb your dad. He had a meeting all night last night and just closed his eyes now."
Wang Hanjun nodded. She knew about HNA's recent predicament, "Okay. Mom, I'll pick up a friend at the airport."
"Go ahead. Drive carefully on the road."
"I know. I'm not a child anymore." Wang Hanjun muttered, driving her red Audi to Phoenix Airport.
