Ye Qingqiu looked at Zhuang Qing helplessly. He clearly missed his son, but he insisted on making such an attitude. It was really a stingy mouth and a slutty heart.

Zhuang Weiren smiled, raised his wrist and looked at the time, "I'm a little busy during this period. From now on, I'll try to go home once a week. It's noon, let's go to have dinner together."

Ye Qingqiu was busy pulling Zhuang Qing, "Husband, I'm hungry."

When Zhuang Qingshi heard Ye Qingqiu say he was hungry, he didn't even bother to scold his son, so he stood up and left.

Zhuang Weiren blinked at Ye Qingqiu. Although his mother is old, she has a girlish heart. They are all spoiled by his father.

Zhuang Weiren took them to dinner at a Chinese restaurant near the company. He walked into the private room, ordered a few signature dishes, and personally poured tea for Zhuang Qingshi.

Zhuang Qingshi's expression was getting better.

After a while, the waiter brought the dishes up.

Zhuang Qingshi picked up some vegetables for Ye Qingqiu and put them on the plate in front of her, but he didn't eat it. He looked at Zhuang Weiren, "Weiren, you are not young anymore, when will you marry?"

Zhuang Weiren knew that Zhuang Qing would not come to him for no reason, so he was waiting for him here.

He reached out and rubbed his forehead, "Dad, I'm quite busy these days, I'll look for it when I'm finished."

"Tell me, when are you not busy? Now you just rarely come back to your family. Will you wait for the day when my mother and I die before you get married?"

"Old man, what are you talking about?" Ye Qingqiu pulled Zhuang Qing's sleeve and glared at him complainingly. This old man, she was reluctant to die before she even held her grandson.

Zhuang Weiren's scalp numb. This old man still has such a bad temper, and only his mother can suppress him.

Seeing that Zhuang Weiren's face was a little unhappy, Ye Qingqiu said hurriedly, "If you have anything to do, let's talk about it later. I've had to eat first. My son has been busy all morning. I can't let him be scolded when he is hungry."

"Just spoil him. If you continue like this, don't even talk about your grandson and your daughter-in-law will not be able to see him." Zhuang Qingshi planned not to let Zhuang Weiren fool him today.

He looked at him and sighed, "Dad is not forcing you, but you are 31 years old this year. Do you still have to continue to do so? Yesterday, Ji Hanlin played golf with me. Speaking of the marriage of his children, I feel that you are quite suitable for the Ji girl..."

"Dad..." Zhuang Weiren quickly interrupted Zhuang Qingshi and said with a wry smile, "It's not like marrying a wife, just choose one."

"Bastard, what is the girl from Ji's family worthy of you? You actually said to be a rotten cabbage." Zhuang Qingshi did not give Zhuang Weiren a chance to speak, and continued, "I will have an appointment with the Ji family for dinner tomorrow night. You must give me a meal. You must give me a big deal, otherwise... or I will not recognize you as my son."

After the words came, the meal was quiet.

Ye Qingqiu wanted to say a few words for her son, but when she saw Zhuang Qing's unrefutable tone, she was silent.

She has seen the girl from the Ji family several times. She is pretty and has a pretty lady from a famous family. She is also good at matching her son.

She also likes to see it happen.

Zhuang Weiren originally wanted to rely on Ye Qingqiu to say a few good things to him, but he pushed this matter. Seeing that she was standing on the same front with Zhuang Qingshi, she suddenly became overwhelmed.

Can't you really escape tomorrow?

Thinking of Ji Xiaoqian's delicate appearance, my body trembled. This is not a marriage of a wife, this is a marriage of ancestors, and I have to offer it after I get married.

The meal was a bit boring.

After dinner, Zhuang Weiren arranged for the driver to take Zhuang Qingshi and Ye Qingqiu back. When he returned to the company, he didn't continue working. He took a look at the time, grabbed the car keys and left.

Li Hang blinked his eyes. He was right, did the president actually leave early?!

Zhuang Weiren hurriedly returned home, opened the door, and the room was silent.

Guo Xiaoman's broken clothes were still scattered on the sand. The new clothes next to them were gone, and she had obviously worn them away.

Pushing open the bedroom door, the quilt on the bed was messy, and there was a touch of red on the black sheets, like blooming poppy flowers, enchanting and stunning.

Zhuang Weiren walked over and reached out to touch the bed sheet, and smiled bitterly at the corner of his mouth.

...

After Guo Xiaoman came out of Zhuang Weiren's house, she went straight to the pharmacy to buy emergency contraceptive pills and swallowed them. She didn't want to make a little monkey out in a daze.

Thinking of the bowl of sobering soup last night, Guo Xiaoman's lips curled sarcastically.

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Chapter completed!