"Then I'll give you 200,000 yuan." Zong Zhenglie proudly crossed his legs and pointed at the wine glass on the table, "The two of us will give you a total of 300,000 yuan as a gift. Should we pour more?"
"More! There must be more!" An Ran completely abandoned Sheng Xin and even ignored her gaze, "You two are the most interesting people! My call to you was not in vain!"
An Ran called me?
Sheng Xin raised his eyebrows and looked at Zong Zhenglie.
Zong Zhenglie crossed his legs leisurely and said, "Good boy, I will change your trip to London to Paris later. Remember to have fun and have a good time."
"Really?" An Ran grabbed his hand excitedly, "Zong Zhenglie, I knew it would be worth betraying Sheng Xin this time!"
"...An Ran?" Sheng Xin looked at her in surprise.
She really didn't expect that An Ran betrayed her...
"Baby, I'm worried because you're single! Besides, this is the only way I can prevent you from going to London to continue your studies!" An Ran said arrogantly, "Anyway, there's nothing we can do now. I've already said it. What's left?
Let’s leave the next thing to Zong Zhenglie!”
After saying that, she even glanced at Zong Zhenglie and said, "Come on, my sister is optimistic about you!"
"..." The corners of Sheng Xin's mouth began to twitch...
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After being forced into Zong Zhenglie's car, he started making phone calls there.
"Hey mom, Sheng Xin is back!...Yes, I will take her back to see you soon...Don't worry, I won't let her run away this time!...
...Then you should pay attention to your health. You can use the massage chair I bought for you last time. When you feel uncomfortable, I will change it for you... If your son takes action, Sheng Xin will definitely be able to catch him!...
....Okay, I'll see you later... You don't need to prepare meals, I'll book a table and go back later...Okay... Bye then."
After hanging up the phone, Zong Zhenglie looked at Sheng Xin happily, "My mother told you to come home with me!"
"Zong Zhenglie, were you...caring about your mother just now?" Sheng Xin still couldn't believe it when he heard him talking about massage chairs.
Zong Zhenglie raised his eyebrows, "What's wrong? I'm her son, why do I care about her? You shouldn't be jealous of this, right?"
"...Who is jealous?" Sheng Xin glared at him, "I just think...this sentence came out of your mouth, and I was a little surprised."
If Zong Zhengchen said this today, she would definitely feel no sense of violation, but when Zong Zhenglie said it, she would feel weird.
"Why are you surprised? I am now a model of a new good man!" Zong Zhenglie did not hesitate to praise himself, "You know, since you left, I have been practicing my cooking skills! Now my skills are comparable to those of other people.
Kitchen!"
"..." Sheng Xin was speechless.
He said the same thing three years ago.
"Don't believe it." As he said that, Zong Zhenglie took out a thick stack of recipes from the storage box of the car, and then introduced them to Sheng Xin one by one, "This one is for making soup. In order to learn this, I
I also specially purchased a casserole from Korea! The signature soup is tomato and beef brisket soup! There is also this, a home-style stir-fry! It is more practical..."