Zhang Aijia poked her head out of the quilt, looked at the back of Shen Chong in front of the window, and asked, "What are you looking at?"

“Look at the scenery.”

“Is the scenery more beautiful than mine?”

Chen Chong looked back at her half-exposed white shoulders and said with a wry smile: "Looking at the scenery outside the window can cultivate sentiment, and looking at the scenery on the bed can easily lead to death."

The two became more and more intimate now, and Zhang Aijia became more and more relaxed. She lay down with her arms half-supported, intentionally or unintentionally revealing her vague breasts. She threw a charming look and asked in a slight voice: "Is that true?"

"Fairy" Chen Chong shouted loudly, pinched a sword technique with his left hand, posed with his right hand, pointed his sword at her, and said, "If you have the kindness, you should put on your clothes, I will definitely accept you."

Zhang Aijia smiled so hard that her branches trembled, slid into the quilt, shaking out a wave of quilt that made people shake. After a while, she appeared again and bit her lip and asked, "Master, you have such weak combat power, how can you afford to drive the harem?"

"It's not for the sake of singing every night." Chen Chong raised his head and chest, with his hands behind him, and acted as a master, saying with a righteous attitude: "The focus of opening a harem is on the love between the two. If it were just for going to bed, I would have lived in three palaces and six courtyards, and had three thousand beauties."

"It's so shameless." Zhang Aijia spat lightly, grabbed the pillow beside him and hit him, and said contemptuously: "It's so lustful, and you're also hypocritical and say that you're in love with each other."

Chen Chong caught the pillow, laughed twice, sat down on the chair at the window, and said, "Have you read Zhang Ailing's novel?"

“Which book?”

"Red Rose and White Rose". Chen Chong read out the sentence directly: "Maybe every man has two such women, at least two. After marrying Red Rose, over time, the red one turned into a trace of mosquito blood on the wall, and the white one was still the "bright moonlight in front of the bed"; when marrying White Rose, the white one was a sticky piece of rice on the clothes, and the red one was a cinnabar mole on the heart."

"Then am I a red rose or a white rose?"

"Every man lives in his heart, one is oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, and the other is a wind and snowy night. Oil, salt, sauce and vinegar are mutual support, and wind and snowy night is romantic and tender." Chen Chong hugged the pillow and said, "It's a pity that some people in this world do not have the courage, and some people do not have the ability to raise a woman, so he has to choose between the red rose and the white rose. I have neither courage nor ability, so I want to raise two roses.

Zhang Aijia hugged the quilt, her eyes flashed. After a while, she asked, "Aren't you going to open a big harem? Why are there only two roses?"

"Who am I?" Chen Chong pointed at his nose and said proudly: "I only raise the best roses in the world."

"You are such a hopeless arrogant maniac"

"Hey, I'm indirectly praising you."

Zhang Aijia got into the quilt, buried her head, and said in a muffled voice: "I am not as shameless as you, I'm boasting."

"Stop sleeping, get up." Chen Chong walked over, put down the pillow, patted her hips through the quilt with his hand, and said, "Your grandpa is coming soon, and I'm going to record today."

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a car horn coming from outside.

"Oh, I'm going to die." Zhang Aijia lifted the quilt, turned over and sat up, and complained: "It's only been around eight o'clock, why is grandpa here now?"

"Jiajia, I will keep you rose for the rest of my life." Chen Chong leaned over, kissed her forehead, and said, "I'll go out first."

After he left, Zhang Aijia was stunned for a while, then smiled sweetly, jumped out of bed lightly, hummed an untuned song, and began to dress up.

Because Chen Chong's luggage was all at the Yangmingshan villa, after watching the performance of Lanling Theater at Jiajia Performing Arts and Culture Center last night, the two drove back here again. Wei Jingmeng was not there and he went to bed all night last night, so it was past eight o'clock and he was still tired of it.

Chen Chong met Wei Jingmeng at the entrance of the yard and said, "Old Wei."

"Xiao Shen, I'm in a good spirit." Wei Jingmeng was in a very good mood. He changed his previous scheming appearance and transformed into a kind elder. He looked at Chen Chong and asked with a smile: "Why, there was no big fight last night?"

How could such a grandfather be like this...

Chen Chong was embarrassed, touched his nose, and stammered, "Old Wei, this..."

"You and Jiajia are a pair made of heaven and earth. Men and women love each other, which is a common human relationship." Wei Jingmeng patted his shoulder and said, "Young people should have fun in time, so why bother to learn from old scholars."

"It's true." Since you are disrespectful to me, I don't have to hide it. Chen Chong rubbed his hands and said in a low voice with a smile: "The war started in the theater at noon yesterday, and there were three more rounds in the evening."

"Okay, okay." Wei Jingmeng laughed and said, "That's right. It's better to interact more and communicate more to make the relationship stable."

Chen Chong was so amused that he was worthy of being a famous love expert in Taipei, and his pun is much better than him.

After entering the main hall, Wei Jingmeng sat down, he signaled the driver Acheng to take out a stack of newspapers from his briefcase and said, "Xiao Shen, these are some newspapers published today, please take a look."

"Thank you, Brother Cheng."

"Central Committee Member and Executive Director of the National Industry Federation Jiang Xiaoyong and Jiang Youmei attended the ribbon cutting ceremony of Jiajia Performing Arts and Culture Center" - This is a report by the official Kuomintang newspaper "Central Daily". The picture is a frontal photo of Jiang Xiaoyong cutting the ribbon, full of official spirit.

"Taipei's new landmark, Dream Theater made a stunning debut" - this is a report by the China Times, with three large photos, one ribbon-cutting, one inscription after another, and one panoramic view of the theater, but the text is relatively plain and passing by the Shen Chong area.

"The most beautiful building under the starry sky, the bright gemstones in the night of Taipei" - this is the front page of "United Daily", one of Taiwan's three major newspaper groups. It is accompanied by a colorful photo of the cultural center in the night view. The buildings shrouded in orange light against the backdrop of the lights around it, which are beautiful and like a fairyland.

"The "Burning Live" is thrilling, and Jin Shijie made a stunning success." - This is a report from the cultural supplement of the United Daily News, and he strongly advocates the creativity of "Burning Live" and Jin Shijie's performance.

"The God of Wealth spends a lot of money, and the beauty looks back and smiles", "Chen Chong makes the celebrities in Taiwan crazy", "Zhang Aijia, the happiest woman in Taiwan", "Jiang Youmei envies Zhang Aijia and personally admits that she wants to find a boyfriend like Shen Chong", "The most luxurious theater in the world, not to be missed", "The prelude to Chen Chong's marriage into Taiwan" - this is a report by Minsheng Daily, which is an affiliated newspaper of United Daily News, mainly based on people's livelihood, sports, film and drama news, commonly known as "Eating, Drinking, Playing and Entertainment News". Chen Chong and Zhang Aijia almost slaughtered the page, occupying a full three and a half pages.

"Intelligent design, expensive, and a miracle in the history of architecture" - this is a report by the Economic Daily, which covers the design and cost of various facilities of the Performing Arts and Culture Center in large quantities.

The media in 19RU were relatively restrained and restrained, far less entertaining and explosive than later generations. Although the state of mind had not reached the highest level of ancient wells, the praise of the general media was like passing clouds and could not give much pleasure. After he quickly browsed it, he said with a smile: "On the night, Jiajia Performing Arts and Culture Center became famous at home and abroad. I think in two days, foreign media will also report it significantly. Mr. Wei, please be happy, please be happy."

The wrinkles on Wei Jingmeng's face bloomed like a flower, and she said with satisfaction: "I have experienced everything in my life, but what I did yesterday made me most proud. I used to do things for the party and the country, but now I do things for myself, I am refreshing and refreshing."

"Grandpa, why are you happy?" Zhang Aijia walked down the stairs wearing a goose yellow bat shirt and jeans, and said, "Are you doing bad things on your back again?"

"No." Chen Chong picked up a newspaper and handed it to her, and said with a smile: "Old Wei said that the family had a first socialite in the Republic of China, and even the eldest lady of the Jiang family was suppressed. He was very relieved, so he was happy."

Zhang Aijia picked up the newspaper, took a few casual glances and threw it away, saying, "These reporters are writing randomly again. Xiaomei has never said this before. If she sees it, she will definitely get angry again. How can I compare to the princess of the president's house?"

"You are very familiar with her?"

"I'm not very familiar either." Zhang Aijia sat down beside him and said, "I met her several times when I went to the Presidential Palace. At that time, she was still young, only seven or eight years old. She is a mixed-race child with Chinese, Russian and German ancestry. She was not good-looking when she was a child. Now she has grown up and is graceful and much more beautiful than me."

Chen Chong recalled what he saw yesterday and nodded. Jiang Youmei was tall, had three-dimensional facial features, had a very foreign appearance, and had a good temperament. She was indeed a beauty.

"Acheng, go and let Arong serve breakfast." Wei Jingmeng ordered and said, "Xiao Shen, go to the study with me later and make up the matter."

"One big and one small, two bad guys, mysterious and mysterious, they are making trouble again." Zhang Aijia curled her lips and asked Chen Chong: "When will you finish talking? You promised, accompany me to record today."

"Soon," Chen Chong said perfunctorily: "It's all small things. Mr. Wei wants to talk to me about elegant things like calligraphy and painting."

Zhang Aijia gave him a blank look, changed to a newspaper, looked at it for a while, pointed to the number coming to the door and asked, "The theater cost is as high as NT$1 billion, is it true?"

"If it's even ancillary buildings, it's almost the same." Chen Chong looked at her lyrics and calculated the exchange rate, and said with a smile: "Don't forget it, I'll stop working as soon as possible to pay off the money, and I'll just sell myself to pay off my debts."

Zhang Aijia patted him in shame and whispered: "Grandpa is here, why are you talking without restraint?"

Seeing this, Wei Jingmeng squinted his eyes and laughed.

"Grandpa said, the more we love, the happier he is." Chen Chong beat the snake with the stick, changed his words, and said, "I'm not shy, why are you embarrassed?"

Wei Jingmeng's eyes flashed, and looked at Chen Chong with relief, saying, "Xiao Shen, you are busy now and you have a rare time to come to Taipei. Yesterday's cocktail party, I just thought it was your engagement banquet with Jiajia. From now on, I will be a family. Just call my grandfather. Don't call Wei Lao and Wei Lao, and be apart."

"Okay." Chen Chong stood up immediately, and called "Grandpa" respectfully.
Chapter completed!