An Shenghui's head was full of black lines. If he came here every day, he would probably have less time to show up at home. He would rather live in the company.
Zhuang Ming smiled, this old man was a real person.
"Shenghui, are there guests at home?" Suddenly a charming voice with a hint of coquettishness sounded.
Zhuang Ming obviously noticed that both Mr. An and An Ran looked a little bad.
This voice is very young. It seems that An Shenghui is not a stable person, and he is definitely not An Ran's biological mother. But how can Mr. An endure such a violent temper?
Sure enough, every family has a scripture that is difficult to recite.
The answer was soon revealed. A pregnant woman with a big belly appeared. She was very beautiful, charming, and... very young, not much older than An Ran.
An Shenghui hurriedly greeted her with a smile, "Honey, you are pregnant, so you need to rest more, and you can't move around casually."
"It's okay." The young woman smiled and touched her belly, with an intoxicating spring in her eyes. No wonder she could charm An Shenghui, who was already over forty.
"Who is this young man? An Ran, how are you considering Mr. Zheng, whom I introduced to you last time? He is only 28 years old and is worth more than 2 billion." After taking a look at Zhuang Ming, he immediately aimed at An Ran said.
Mr. An's expression turned even worse now. If she hadn't been pregnant, he would never have let this woman into his house.
An Ran glanced at Zhuang Ming cautiously and said angrily: "You don't need to care. You should introduce that second generation ancestor to others. This is my boyfriend."
"Boyfriend, where can this young man be?" The young woman looked directly at Zhuang Ming, but her eyes seemed to be sarcastic no matter how she looked at them.
Zhuang Ming originally didn't want to cause trouble, but this woman insisted on finding him.
"My profession is to investigate some personal secrets, such as looking for evidence of mistresses and mistresses cheating on women, or some mistresses who have already been in power, the traps they have set up, the people they have contacted, the love histories they have had, or the hidden secrets behind them. If you have any secrets, you can ask me to investigate. By the way, the information on plastic surgery is also simple." Zhuang Ming glanced at the woman and introduced himself.
The woman's face suddenly changed, she was a little frightened, but she immediately covered it up and said: "You...you really know how to joke."
"I never joke."
Zhuang Ming glanced at the woman indifferently and began to count: "Nose, forehead, chin, lips, do you want me to tell you one by one? Or do you need me to give you the doctor's information?"
"Shenghui, help me back to rest quickly. I feel a sudden pain in my stomach." The woman only felt her calves shaking. For a moment, her mind went blank. That was the order of her plastic surgery. How did Zhuang Ming know? Know her? She fell on An Shenghui's body. She couldn't afford to offend this man.
"Okay, wife!" An Shenghui quickly helped the woman back carefully.
An artificial beauty cannot catch Zhuang Ming's eyes at all. He can see the unnaturalness at a glance. Does An Shenghui like this kind of thing?
As An Shenghui and the woman left, the atmosphere in the hall finally eased, and Zhuang Ming did not mention the matter. It was someone else's family matter and he would not interfere.
Zhuang Ming and An Chang were chatting quite happily.
While An was growing happy, he couldn't help but say: "Good boy, you must stay and have a drink with me at noon today."
"Forget it here, it's fine to go out and drink." Zhuang Ming said lightly. He felt uncomfortable here.
"Okay, let's go out and drink!" An Changsheng immediately understood the meaning of Zhuang Ming's words. He didn't want to see certain people, and he didn't want to see them now. He felt alienated and thought of being with him.
The car was quickly prepared, and An Changsheng chatted with Zhuang Ming along the way. They had a good conversation for two days. The main reason was that An Changsheng had also been a soldier all his life, killing countless enemies, and he was also the kind of person who took pleasure in grudges. What the two said. The stories are all very exciting. An Changsheng told them in a simple way, especially in his time when conditions were limited. Many battles relied on spirit and perseverance, as well as some crude methods. Zhuang Ming did not underestimate these crude methods at all, but wrote them down carefully. , some local methods are still outdated even today, and when used appropriately, people can be surprised and unexpected.
An Ran on the side was completely attracted as the two chatted, one was her grandfather and the other was her beloved man. She would have been happy if the two of them got along well, not to mention that they could talk so well.
What's more, the two of them were like narrating documents, vivid and attractive, and her eyes lit up as she listened.
The three of them went to a local star hotel and asked for a private room without calling anyone.
Zhuang Ming and An Changsheng were still communicating. An Ran was listening on the side. The old man with rich life experience and the well-informed Zhuang Ming seemed to have endless topics to talk about. The two even preset some kind of dilemma scenario, how to deal with each other. Implementing the plan to get out of trouble, you come and go, it seems like nonsense, but the two of them realize that sometimes there is danger every step of the way.
The more they chatted, the more frightened An Changsheng became, because he was the one who started the topic, and he also wanted to kill Zhuang Ming's sharpness. After all, Zhuang Ming was very sharp, and being too sharp would be bad and he would suffer in the future, so he In a certain situation, he wanted Zhuang Ming to know that the advantages of hiding his sharp edge outweighed the disadvantages. However, as he kept testing, he broke into a cold sweat. In various killing situations, Zhuang Ming actually went back and forth with him, without any hesitation. They were evenly matched, and even raised various difficult questions, which made him a little overwhelmed.
This young man is not at all those parallel imports of the second generation of rich people who are just waiting to die. He is a real killer!
This frightened An Changsheng, but at the same time he felt like he had found a treasure. The more he looked at this grandson-in-law, the more satisfied he became.
Such a man will never despair at any time. He will find a way to make a comeback. As long as he has a breath, he may be reborn against the wind in the next second. And such a man, if he wants to protect a good woman, he will definitely protect her. I will protect you and keep my promise.
An Ran watched lovingly from the side, the joy in his eyes was as strong as spring water and honey and could not be dispelled at all.
During the meal, An Changsheng wanted to drink, and Zhuang Ming naturally accompanied him to the end. Although he rarely drank, he did not drink it at all. Four bottles of high-altitude white wine were consumed by one old and one young, and they quickly bottomed out.
Nothing happened to Zhuang Ming, but the old man's face turned a little red. A bottle of liquor weighed one pound, and one person drank two pounds. For Zhuang Ming, this was not a big deal.
"No, I'm getting older, and my ability to drink is no longer good." An Changsheng sighed a little. At that time, he was fine after blowing two kilograms in one breath, but now he started to feel dizzy after eating vegetables and drinking two kilograms of wine.
(End of chapter)
