The person inside looked outside, then Zhuang Mingli got up and opened the door. When he saw the hotel executive standing there, he couldn't help but frown: "Are you okay?"
"Mr. Zhuang, we, Mr. Fu, know that Madam is hosting a banquet here, so we specially sent two bottles of red wine."
The executive is a man in his forties, polite and courteous.
Zhuang Mingli didn't have a good impression of this person. He smiled lightly, looked inside, and then looked at the executive again, "Then thank Mr. Fu for us."
Zhuang Mingli took the wine directly and closed the door immediately.
The executive frowned. It didn't matter that he had been rejected, but his task had not been completed yet, so he continued to knock on the door leisurely.
He also did not expect that he would make a huge contribution to the marriage between his boss and his wife in his lifetime.
Zhuang Mingli opened the door again, leaning out against the wall, "Do you have anything else?"
"The boss said that Madam can drink more. He and the children are dining in the Western restaurant downstairs and waiting for Madam."
"Is he sick?"
After Zhuang Mingli said that, he immediately closed the door.
Naturally, he didn't need to say this to Zhuo Jian. The door was not far from the dining table and she could hear it.
This time, before Zhuang Mingli closed the door, the executive took a look inside and found something shining inside. Although it was just a bit of fabric, it should be another woman?
After the executive passed the message, he went downstairs. Fu Yanye was eating Western food with his three sons. The three little ones all used knives and forks well.
In fact, Fu Yanye was a little emotional. Even Cheng Qing Cheng Li could use a knife and fork. How much time had passed between them?
"The words have been brought."
The executive went down to talk to him.
Fu Yanye took a sip of red wine and turned to look at him, "What next?"
"Then? I didn't see Madam. It was Mr. Zhuang who opened the door."
The executive said.
Fu Yanye narrowed his eyes for a moment, and then asked after a while: "Did you say we are waiting for her?"
"I told you, Madam should be able to hear me, but she didn't see me either."
The executive laughed.
Fu Yanye frowned, thinking to himself, this woman didn't come down quickly when she heard that the children were there. Is it so important to have a meal alone with that man?
Seeing that Fu Yanye was very angry, the executive thought for a while but stopped talking.
Fu Yanye stared at him, "What?"
"There seems to be another lady."
"Um?"
Fu Yanye suddenly felt a little moody and asked him to confirm.
"The young lady wears formal clothes, unless she goes to change clothes. I saw someone wearing bright pink clothes, although I didn't see the face."
"..."
Fu Yanye held the wine glass in his hand and squinted at something with his narrow eyes. He was very sure that Zhuo Jian would not wear those clothes upstairs.
"Mommy said that an interviewee is having dinner with her tonight."
Chengcheng suddenly said something.
Fu Yanye looked at him, and the executive also looked at him.
"What's wrong?"
Chengcheng thought, why do you guys look at me like that?
"Why didn't you tell me earlier?"
"You didn't ask."
Chengcheng shrugged, indicating that he didn’t understand adults’ brain circuits.
"Then did she say whether the interviewer was male or female?"
Fu Yanye stared at him and asked again.
"Let me think about it."
Chengcheng raised his head and looked at the roof with his big eyes, thinking seriously.
Fu Yanye felt that seconds seemed like years, and that his son was a bit unbeatable. Being so slow was not in line with his temperament at all.
"Some say she is an aunt, but she is a woman."
Chengcheng tilted his head and finished speaking, then picked up his juice and took a swig.
"In that case, I will leave now. I still have some unfinished work."
The executive said.
If Fu Yanye doesn't come, he'll be alone. If Fu Yanye comes, hey.
Fu Yanye stared at Chengcheng again after he left, "If you talk to your mommy on the phone in the future, remember to report it to me."
"Ah? Do I have to report everything? What if I forget?"
Chengcheng found it a bit difficult. He and his mother had to talk on the phone, send WeChat messages, and video chat every day. It was impossible for him to report everything to Fu Yanye.