Finally, Xue Mingyue and Xia Xiao both agreed with Xia Meng's proposal and gave him a painting to the old man.

After all, this is the only thing that their family can do now that is worth about the same value as the things given to Zhou Beicheng.

If you look at the old man, you may like him.

After dinner, Xia Xiao found a reason to leave home.

After Xia Meng packed the kitchen and entered the house, Xue Mingyue was sitting on the kang sewing clothes. She immediately put down the needle for work and asked, "Old daughter, what did your second brother do? I think she was dressed smoothly, but she didn't look like she was looking for her brother! Is there something wrong?"

Xia Meng sighed in her heart that she is a mother. Even if she observes it carefully, her son can even notice it if he has any movement.

But since she had promised Xia Xiao would not tell her mother that she would know for the time being, she would definitely help him cover it up.

In addition, there is no certainty about the matter between the second brother and Cai Jing now. I let my mother know rashly, but it didn't work in the end. Isn't that the greater the hope and the greater the disappointment?

"Mom, you are so funny. Your second son loves cleanliness, and you don't know anything. Then you must change your clothes when you go home and work, and you can still visit others in dirty clothes. Besides, who else can he find if he doesn't go to find his brother? Since we came back from Beijing, he first accompanied reporter Shen to run around, and then went back to work to pick me up and drop me off every day. How could he have any chance to have a situation?"

Xue Mingyue was amused by Xia Meng's reasonable and well-founded words: "That's right. Hey, but your second brother is 21. If you really fall in love with someone, mom is quite happy. Your elder brother has already gotten along with your sister-in-law at this time."

Seeing that my mother mentioned this, Xia Meng raised her eyebrows slightly and tried to go with the flow: "Mom, what kind of daughter-in-law do you want my second brother to find you?"

Xue Mingyue scratched her scalp with a needle, thought it seriously for a while before answering her daughter's question.

"I thought before that as long as they meet the same person, it would be fine, but now after your sister-in-law's example is there, I have to have specific requirements this time. Whether you look good or not is secondary. I must ask your second brother to find someone who is kind and generous and not care about it. Otherwise, if you are like your sister-in-law, will we have a good life of calm?"

Xia Meng recalled the impression of a brief meeting with Cai Jing in her heart, and felt that she should be able to meet her mother's requirements.

"My second brother is different from my eldest brother. Mom, don't worry, he will definitely find you a good daughter-in-law."

Xue Mingyue dared not have too much fantasy. After all, no one can say anything about marriage, it depends on God's arrangement.

"Hope."

That night, Xia Meng did not find any opportunity to ask about Xia Xiao's situation.

After leaving home after breakfast the next day, Xia Xiao looked radiant as if he had chicken blood, and his bike was particularly powerful.

Xia Meng sat on the back rack of the car and took the opportunity to ask with a smile: "Second brother, did you and Sister Cai Jing have a good chat last night? It's so cold outside, where have you been on a stroll?"

Xia Xiao held the handlebar with one hand and scratched his cheek with the other hand: "It's pretty good anyway, you little girl don't have to worry about every family anymore. Instead, find an opportunity to give the things to Zhou Gong and ask him to hand them over to his grandfather."

"I know, second brother."

Xia Meng saw Xia Xiao unwilling to say more, and she didn't ask the truth.

After all, everyone has their own privacy, and no matter how good the relationship between brother and sister is, the same is true.

Especially after she heard the incisive summary of Mr. Ma in the future world, "Relatives should be born, new people should be familiar, and acquaintances should be close to each other", she felt that this was true.

After Xia Meng got to work, she kept looking for opportunities to meet Zhou Beicheng.

As a result, before the person saw him, he first heard about his business trip with Director Li and others to Haicheng.

This time, it was even further back and forth than going to the capital. Xia Meng probably wouldn't be able to come back if he didn't have ten days or half a month, so he felt even more anxious.

But Zhou Beicheng's office was near the factory director and the others, and she had a lot of people and eyes. She had no reasonable reason to go directly to find him. She thought she could only wait until she got off work and tried to block him outside the factory.

In the afternoon, I went to work and took a nap in spring, autumn and summer. Xia Meng sat in her seat, making her feel drowsy by the sunlight shining outside the window.

While her head was drooping little by little, a slender and fair hand suddenly appeared on the desk, and gently tapped the table twice.

Xia Meng looked up in a daze and instantly widened her eyes and became energetic.

The other party was nothing but Zhou Beicheng she was looking for.

Zhou Beicheng saw Xia Meng sleepy like a chicken pecking at rice, and she felt even more cute.

He held back his smile and cleared his throat: "I'll get the things."

Xia Meng glanced at other colleagues in the office, stared at them intently, and hurriedly showed the attitude he should have to face Zhou Beicheng: "Okay, Master Zhou, what do you want?"

Zhou Beicheng handed over the notes he wrote.

Xia Meng took it and glanced at it almost all of them were office supplies.

The characters in Zhou Beicheng are written vigorously and powerfully, and they penetrate the back of the paper.

Her own handwriting is also good, but she is more delicate and does not have the ostentatiousness and courage that others write.

These things are not in the big warehouse, but in the small warehouse near the office.

Xia Meng picked up the key: "Mr. Zhou, then you can wait here for a while and I'll go get it."

"It's okay, let's go together, I'll take it away."

"OK."

Zhou Beicheng followed Xia Meng and left the office together.

What the two of them didn't know was that they had tried their best to show the relationship between ordinary colleagues, but because of their handsome men and beautiful women, they still let their colleagues stayed, look at me, and look at you, and their eyes were full of gossip.

Xia Meng opened the door lock of the small warehouse and pushed the door into the house.

Zhou Beicheng also followed in, but he did not close the door, but deliberately half open it.

Xia Meng looked back and began to look for things on the list.

Zhou Beicheng looked at Xia Meng's back, and his eyes were filled with a warm smile that he had not even realized.

He listened to the movements in the corridor, walked forward a few steps, and then whispered: "Xia Meng, I will go to Haicheng with Li Chang tonight. Do you have anything you want to bring?"

Xia Meng didn't expect them to leave tonight. She left so urgently. She quickly whispered: "Brother Zhou, I didn't want to bring anything. Your bag is still here with me. Why don't you be outside the factory after get off work in the evening..."

Zhou Beicheng smiled with his eyebrows and eyes stretched out: "Don't worry, let it go first, and I'll give it to me when I come back." The reason why he gave it so quickly was that he was waiting for Xia Meng in the carport because he knew the news that he was going on a business trip.

Xia Meng suddenly became anxious: "But I'm anxious. The things yesterday were too expensive, which made our family very embarrassed, so we wanted to give the old man a painting by Qi Baishi."

Zhou Beicheng could guess the reaction of Xia Meng and his family, but he didn't expect that he would give him paintings from famous artists.

"Not even more, this is the old man just thanks for the gifts given by your mother. Xia Meng, should we continue to send endlessly?"

Of course, Xia Meng didn't want to go on like that, but after taking on things of different values, she always felt sorry for her. Just as she was about to speak, the sound of footsteps suddenly came from the corridor.

Zhou Beicheng and Xia Meng quietly made a shush gesture.

Xia Meng hurriedly went to the shelf to continue to get things.

The footsteps stopped at the door of the small warehouse where they were...
Chapter completed!