After Han Yuntao's inspection, on the way back to the mountainside villa, Chu Heng was looking through the letter that Lou Xiao'e asked him to bring to Shazhu when he was going to Lou's house.
I don't know what happened to Lou Xiao'e. The content of this letter was much more unrestrained than the previous ones. The entire letter was telling her unresolved feelings in her heart and various complaints about her current relationship status.
"Are you having a fight with your husband, or are you going to get a divorce?"
After reading the letter, Chu Heng secretly thought about it for a while with a gossipy face, then repackaged the letter and put it in his arms.
He began to look forward to Shazhu's reply.
There are even some heart-wrenching ones.
Who knows the excitement of peeking at other people's chat records, family members...
After a while, the motorcade returned to the villa.
"Mr. Chu."
"Hey, Sister Qing." Coming up from the underground garage, Chu Heng happened to see the servant Shi Qing passing in front of him, so he asked casually: "Miss Han and the others are upstairs?"
"Not long after you left, Miss Han left for the company and never came back." Shi Qing said respectfully.
"Where is the young master?"
"The young master has just gone to bed, and the old lady is staying with him."
"Oh, okay, then go and make a pot of tea and take it to the study."
Chu Heng explained and went upstairs. When he passed Xiao Hanyu's room, he stopped. After hesitating for a moment, he still couldn't help opening the door and walking in.
Han Yu was already asleep at this time, lying on the big bed with guardrails, covered with a small quilt, and holding a rattle in one of his exposed hands.
"You're back." Mother Han, who was sitting nearby looking after her grandson and reading a book, raised her head and greeted with a smile.
"well."
Chu Heng responded and came to the bedside. Looking at his chubby son, he couldn't help but grin and poked his feet: "You little bastard, you're not making trouble today, are you?"
"No, don't worry." Mother Han looked at the little guy dotingly.
"That's good, okay, just watch, I'll get something."
"Go and do your business."
Chu Heng turned around and walked out of the room and went to the study.
Shi Qing had already brought the tea. An old purple clay pot was quietly placed on the desk, with steam rising from the spout.
He walked to the desk and sat down, without touching the still hot teapot. He took out a brown-covered notebook from the warehouse, placed it on the table, opened it, lit a cigar, and began to write and draw in the notebook thoughtfully.
, gradually improving the plan to export red wine after the new year.
This is his top priority next year, and everything else has to be pushed to the back, including his own business.
I kept writing like this, and before I knew it, an hour had passed, and the tea in my hand had gone cold.
"This won't work, I'm not sure."
Chu Heng frowned and erased a paragraph from the notebook. He raised his head and stretched his stiff neck. He picked up the purple clay pot on the side and took a big sip directly to his mouth. The cool tea instantly cheered him up, and then
An idea came to him, and he quickly picked up the pen again and started writing furiously.
After a long time, there was a sudden knock on the study door.
"Dong dong dong."
"Can we come in?"
Han Yunwen's voice came from outside.
"Come in." Chu Heng didn't close the notebook, put down his pen with a smile and shouted outside.
"Squeak."
The next moment, Han Yunwen opened the door and walked in, holding Han Yu who had just woken up in her arms. The little guy looked around curiously with his dark eyes.
"What are you doing? I heard from Sister Qing that you haven't come out of the study since you came back." Han Yunwen walked up and looked at the notebook on the table.
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"Write something." Chu Heng never thought of hiding it from her. He pushed the notebook forward and said with a smile: "Remember what I told you about selling wine? I plan to start next year."
"Oh." Han Yunwen glanced at it and then looked away. She twisted her waist to come to him, held the child and sat on his lap, and asked casually: "How much do you think you can earn?"
"I'm not sure about this, but I can transfer it for 30 to 20 million." Chu Heng said with a smile.
"So many?" Han Yunwen's eyes widened in surprise.
"You have to understand that this is a country doing business, tens of millions are nothing." Chu Heng opened his arms, stretched out, and took advantage of the situation to hold her waist.
"That's true." Han Yunwen nodded in agreement, and then asked: "By the way, when will you leave tomorrow?"
"It's about six o'clock in the morning."
"Do you want to prepare anything?"
"No need, I have already prepared what should be prepared."
"When will you come next year?"
"Let's go in the middle of the year. This business is very important. I need to pay attention to it."
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The two chatted for a while, and then Sister Fang came over and knocked on the door.
"Mr. Chu, Miss Han, dinner is ready."
"good."
The two of them stood up, handed the child to Sister Fang, and then went out and went downstairs.
Knowing that Chu Heng was leaving, Han Yunwen specially asked Sister Xiu to cook some more dishes today, including fresh seafood such as Australian dragon, abalone, Tianjiu wings, and Eastern star spot.
After all, he won't be able to eat these things after he goes back, so he needs to eat well before leaving.
That's what she thought.
"Hey, today is quite rich."
Chu Heng didn't blind Han Yunwen's intentions, so he sat down and started to feast. After eating and drinking, he took Han Yunwen to the beach for a walk, and didn't come back until dark.
Then the rain smashed the plantains, and the strong wind swept away the fallen leaves.
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In the evening, the weather in Sijiu City, which had already reached the end of November, was slightly cold, so that there were many fewer pedestrians on the streets.
"Tu tu tu tu."
A bus coming from the airport slowly stopped outside Banchang Hutong.
"See you later, bro."
Chu Heng hugged and carried four suitcases and got out of the car. He looked tired and felt as if his whole body was falling apart.
When he came back this time, as usual, he first went to Java Island to hide his identity from others, and then secretly came back, disguised himself, and returned to the mainland with a return group organized by Xinhua News Agency.
Not to mention the sourness of this journey, even though he had experienced it several times, he still couldn't get used to it.
"We're home now."
After looking around at the familiar low-rise building in front of him, Chu Heng couldn't help but think of his family. He felt his fatigue disappear and strode into the alley with his suitcase.
From a distance, he saw his Volga parked in front of his house. There was a lot of dust on it because it had not been moved for too long.
"Damn it, Xiaoma and these two grandsons don't even know how to wipe me!"
He grinned, smiled and cursed, quickened his pace, and soon arrived at the door of his house. He raised his hand and patted the faded vermilion door hard.
"Bang bang bang!"
"You are back, Master Chu!"
As soon as there was a knock on the door, a big head poked out from the small courtyard across the way, and a man looked at the suitcase in his hand with gleaming eyes.
Chu Heng would bring them some foreign goods every time he came back.
