Zhou Jingchen inspected the base at the company's headquarters and was picked up by an assistant.
After checking the schedule for Sunday, the assistant said that Engineer Zhou worked overtime all day.
"Huh?" Mrs. Zhou wondered, "Xi'er, he didn't go with you?"
She went alone. She shouldn't have forgotten the name of the store and should be familiar with the route.
Cheng Xi was frightened, "I went there very late after working overtime...he didn't get out of the car."
"No wonder." Mrs. Zhou muttered, "If you didn't measure it yourself, you couldn't make it so suitable. Even though it was done in a hurry, the needlework is so fine."
Zhou Jingchen paused the inspection and answered the phone, "Do you want the name of the store? Suzhou River Clothing Store."
"How much does the dress cost?"
"Three thousand."
This kind of "bargain" Mrs. Zhou is not eye-catching. She is a VIP member of major red and blue-blooded luxury brands. Many supermodels have walked alone in the show for her. She never tries on clothes, reports the size, and wears the model. After setting up the display, which one she likes, she swipes her card to pick up the goods.
But Mrs. Zhou only kept those luxury goods at her parents' house for her eyesight, and rarely showed them to others to avoid causing trouble to Zhou Huaikang.
If it weren't for the high-end embroidery on this horse-faced skirt, she wouldn't even bother to ask.
"Did you and that female college student get caught in the hotel?" Mrs. Zhou changed the subject.
Zhou Jingchen was silent for a second, "Who told you."
"Don't worry about it. Have you finished it?"
Cheng Xi fiddled with the horse-faced skirt absentmindedly, and Zhou Jingchen replied, "It's taken care of."
"Is she sensible?" Mrs. Zhou was worried.
"As sensible as Xi'er."
Cheng Xi choked in his chest.
She didn't understand why Zhou Jingchen was mentioning her at this moment.
Looking for excitement?
"It's rare for you to praise a woman." Mrs. Zhou didn't think much and her expression softened, "Xi'er is very suitable for Chinese style. You have a good taste."
There was the whispering chatter of senior executives on the phone. Zhou Jingchen walked to a secluded place and said, "Let Cheng Xi answer the phone."
Mrs. Zhou gave her the phone.
"suitable?"
The phone is hot.
It was as if his breath was close at hand.
Cheng Xi cleared his throat and said, "Suitable."
"C, one foot nine, as big as two grapefruits." Zhou Jingchen's tone was low and deliberately suppressed.
A large blush spread on her neck.
C is the cup, 1'9 is the waist, and two grapefruit-sized buttocks are one on the left and one on the right.
The metaphor is appropriate.
Cheng Xi's pert buttocks are famous among the finance department.
As a man, Zhou Jingchen certainly has an eye for female characteristics.
Her cheeks burned badly and she swallowed, "Thank you."
"You're welcome."
He regained his solemn and dignified demeanor as a gentleman.
Cheng Xi hung up.
"Jingchen is very patient with you." Mrs. Zhou was pleased. "Xi'er is lovable, and the young master of the Ye family must also like her."
She forced a smile.
Mrs. Zhou didn't hear clearly what Zhou Jingchen said on the phone.
Otherwise you will go crazy.
The son who was most proud of being holy and flawless could be so ridiculous.
Mrs. Zhou could not accept Zhou Jingchen's deviant behavior with the driver's daughter no matter what.
Cheng Xi stayed at Zhou's house that night.
She had been keeping an eye on the garage downstairs with concern. Although Zhou Jingchen lived in a private house in the city during the weekdays, he was going on a blind date tomorrow, so it was convenient for him to return home.
Fortunately he didn't reply.
...
The place Mrs. Ye chose to meet was at Ming Yuan on West Street, a century-old restaurant owned by the imperial chef and a private restaurant often visited by the wife and son-in-law.
The signature "Jiangbaxian" is said to be the favorite of the Eight Banners of the Manchu people. There is no way to verify whether it is true or not. Anyway, what the upper class eats is not the food, but the style and grade. It is the easiest way to make money in their pockets.
Walking through the corridor, there are six VIP boxes. No. 3 and 4 in the middle have lights on and the doors are wide open. No. 4 was reserved by Mrs. Ye. There is a man and a woman sitting in No. 3.
Cheng Xi's breath tightened.
After not seeing him for three days, the tooth marks on Zhou Jingchen's chin were completely gone.
She had already done some mental training on the way here, but when she really saw him, she became even more energetic.
The girl he was dating was more beautiful in person than in the photos. She wore pearl earrings and her hair was tied up in a lazy bun on the back of her head. They said that only pampered women have the energy to take care of their hair, which is the same as rich women who have good shoes. .
Zhou Jingchen's aesthetics are quite vicious.
Just one photo, you picked a treasure.
"Jingchen——" Mrs. Zhou called him at a loud voice.
He turned around and Cheng Xi lowered his eyelids.
Their eyes crossed, but they didn't meet.
Mrs. Zhou patted her gently and said, "Go and say hello to your brother Jingchen?"
She shook her head, "Don't bother him anymore."
"Your Uncle Zhou will retire in a few years. He will be in a hurry. After retirement, his influence will be gone. Fortunately, Jingchen has great influence and he will take care of you." Mrs. Zhou said sincerely, "After he gets married, the couple will discuss all major and minor matters, so You need to get along well with your sister-in-law, and if your sister-in-law and sister-in-law don't get along, your brother Jingchen will also be in trouble."
Cheng Xi's shoulders slumped inch by inch, "I remember."
Zhou Jingchen watched this scene.
Cheng Xi has a small frame and a thin back. No matter how well Mrs. Zhou takes care of her, she has finally gained weight. Standing side by side makes her look weak, and the impact of her white clothes and black skirt is huge. Zhou Jingchen cannot ignore her existence even if he wants to.
He stood up and walked step by step, making Cheng Xi's heart tremble again and again.
She smelled the rich, woody aroma of tea.
There are all kinds of toners and perfumes for boys in college, rich, fresh, sultry, and even floral and fruity. Only Zhou Jingchen, even if it is a small and affordable one, is indescribably noble when used on him.
"How long have you been chatting?" Mrs. Zhou asked him.
"Just chatting."
The heating in Mingyuan was turned on fully, Cheng Xi's voice was a little dry and hoarse, "Brother Jingchen."
Zhou Jingchen glanced at her indifferently, "Is it cold?"
"It's not cold in the car."
"It's cold outside, put on a coat." His elders taught him, "Girls are weak."
Unable to tell whether he was really concerned or just showing off to Mrs. Zhou, Cheng Xi nodded in confusion.
"The relationship is uncertain. I won't let her come to see you." Zhou Jingchen walked back, and Mrs. Zhou stopped outside the door of box 4, separated from the girl by a wall.
The girl didn't come out, and Mrs. Zhou also stayed put.
Both parents are at the top of the pyramid, and their careers intersect, and everyone is happy. If it doesn't work out, and they collaborate in the future, just pretend that there is no such thing as a blind date, and it is the first time they met, so as to save the woman from embarrassment.
Mrs. Ye heard the movement in the box and immediately went out to greet them.
All kinds of gatherings in the city, whether they are for official wives or wealthy ladies, all focus on Mrs. Zhou.
Mrs. Zhou's social network is fixed, with 2 or 3 second-rate ladies holding up a first-rate one, and then surrounded by a dozen third-rate ones, who are responsible for serving tea and water to adjust the atmosphere. The first-rate ones are always held high by the stars. Location.
As for the ladies who are on the same level as Mrs. Zhou, they will basically not appear on the same occasion. Unless they accompany their husbands, they have to make fun of it, otherwise it is like the king does not see the king.
In fact, the Ye family can be considered a first-class famous family, but without someone with power, Mrs. Ye's status is naturally not as prominent as Mrs. Zhou.
The default unspoken rule in the industry is: those who are called "Madam" mean they are powerful, and those who are called "Mrs." are those who have more money.
Cheng Xi stood at the door, and the cool man's breath was blown in by the wind in the corridor, surging in strands, making her restless.
After a while, Zhou Jingchen returned to Box 3.
Mrs. Ye moved the chair with her own hands, waited for Mrs. Zhou to sit down, and looked at Cheng Xi carefully, "Xi'er, right?"
Cheng Xi bowed slightly, "Aunt Ye."
Mrs. Ye looked at her for a long time and didn't say yes or no. Men and women with backgrounds would put on airs about each other when they were on a blind date and didn't want to be picked on.
"Bonan has an impromptu meeting and really can't spare the time. He asked me to apologize." Mrs. Ye put the photo on the table, "I brought his photo."
Mrs. Zhou has met the eldest son of the Ye family, but Cheng Xi has not.
It is true that his appearance is dignified, and his temperament is similar to Zhou Jingchen's, but slightly different.
The eldest son of the Ye family has served as an army combat soldier. His skin has been tanned to a healthy honey color through years of training. His hair is shaved very short. He wears a dark leather coat and is looking at the camera with vigour.
There is a natural steel-disciplined style.
It's tough guy hanging.
