After Duan Ying returned from abroad, guests began to visit the villa one after another. Most of these people were relatives of her family.
For example, parents, eldest brother, nephews, nephews, and some cousins, cousins, etc.
A large number of people were sitting in the living room, making it sound noisy and noisy.
In the years since Duan Ying became the wife of the Feng family, the Duan family has established several companies and reaped a lot of benefits from the Feng family's resources in various industries.
Duan Ying's eldest brother is called Duan Hong, and he has opened a large agricultural supply company. However, recently, business has been very bleak, and orders from upstream and downstream are decreasing day by day.
Duan Hong's son is Duan Wenzhao, who is also an elite graduate from a prestigious university.
After graduating, he began to catch up with the Internet trend and worked on many projects, such as life service platforms and Zhaofang.com, and he also made a lot of money in these years.
However, in 2009, he joined the group buying website and almost failed, losing a lot of money.
However, it is common to make profits and losses in business, and Duan Wenzhao is not discouraged at all.
At this time, he was planning to catch up with the trend of the food delivery industry and created an app for ordering meals. He is currently developing the business in Shenzhen and decided to go big.
Duan Ying was very kind to her nephew. She kept patting her son and said with a smile that she wanted him to learn from her cousin.
Duan Ying's son is called Andy, and he speaks pure English.
Duan Wenzhao immediately switched to English and talked with his little cousin in a very wandering manner for a while. The whole living room smelled like an elite family.
"By the way, aunt, when will my uncle return to China?"
"Afternoon on the 15th."
"The fifteenth? Isn't that the day after tomorrow?"
"right."
"That's such a pity. The project in my hand is currently undergoing rapid development and cannot be separated from people. So I will go back to Shenzhen tomorrow. It seems that I won't be able to see my uncle this time."
"It's okay. We won't be going back for a while. Come back when you're not busy."
Feng Shirong did return to China on the afternoon of the 15th. He didn't even return home after landing. He first went to meet several senior members of the company and some uncles.
Although these old guys have retired, they are still very prestigious in the company.
After meeting with them, Feng Shirong immediately returned to the company, convened a high-level meeting, and learned about the current situation of Feng Shirong Real Estate and Hurricane Capital.
Feng Shihua, who was supposed to be present at the meeting, did not show up. He only sent his secretary to attend the meeting on his behalf.
When Feng Shirong returned to Sheshan Manor at dusk, his face was ashen and he smelled of alcohol.
Duan Ying is very good at observing emotions. After all, she had a minor in psychology and later studied in a foreign university for a period of time. She is quite accurate in reading emotions.
After reading Feng Shirong's expression, she knew that her husband's return to take over the company this time would not be smooth.
"Did you have a fight with Shihua?"
"No."
Duan Ying came over with a tea cup: "Then why are you so angry?"
Feng Shirong took the tea cup and took a sip: "Shihua has little interest in doing business. I took over it very smoothly, but I didn't expect Qin Jingqiu to directly cut off Qin's Real Estate and Feng Shi Real Estate, as well as some investments from Hurricane Capital.
All projects have been cashed out ahead of schedule.”
"As I said before, she is not a simple person. She has been in charge of the company for so many years and suddenly sees you coming back. She cannot sit still and wait for death."
Feng Shirong drank all the tea and rubbed his temples: "Currently, the Feng family's industry has no profitable projects, but the funds are still abundant, so the problem is not big."
"What should we do now?"
"I plan to lay off a group of employees first, travel lightly, and work on a few projects."
Duan Ying reached out and held his arm: "Husband, you just returned home, don't be too tired, just take your time."
Feng Shirong nodded and suddenly remembered something: "Where's Andy?"
"You are playing with toys upstairs. You have only returned home in the past three days. Andy has been clamoring to see dad every day."
"I haven't seen Andy in the past two days, and I feel empty inside. Stop calling him. I'll go up and give him a surprise."
Duan Ying watched him go upstairs with a smile, then poured out the unfinished tea and followed him.
After the father and son had become deeply in love for a long time, Feng Shirong went to the study again and looked through the documents he brought back one by one. He waited until ten minutes after sunset before going out to take a breath.
At this time, there was an old man sitting under the corridor lamp of the villa, reading a novel. The cover said "The Peerless Son-in-law is Proud of the Sky". The whole book was thicker than a dictionary, and the one who turned the page was Uncle Gong.
The head of the family is back, and Uncle Gong, as the driver, naturally has to come back to report.
He actually drove here in the morning, but he never saw Feng Shirong, so he read a novel to kill the boring time.
"Uncle Gong, you are here."
"Uncle, it's you, welcome back to China."
Feng Shirong glanced at the book in his hand: "When did you develop the hobby of reading novels?"
Uncle Gong smiled: "The eldest lady is living on campus now, and there is rarely a need for transportation. I have nothing to do, so I started to read it. Unexpectedly, I was quite good at it."
"The ultimate son-in-law? What is that?"
When Feng Shirong saw these four words, his right eyelid couldn't help but twitch.
Uncle Gong coughed and said: "He is just a young man with no talent. He married into a wealthy family and was looked down upon by others. But in fact, he is a genius of a generation. He can bring peace to the world with his writing and his horse can make peace with his military skills."
"Then what is a three-no boy?"
"He is a young man with no money, no car and no house, but he just hides his identity. In fact, he has a lot of background and is richer than this wealthy family!"
"?"
The corner of Feng Shirong's mouth twitched, thinking to himself that after staying abroad for so many years, has domestic popular culture become so magical?
Uncle Gong observed his expression carefully, and then spoke again: "Uncle, what do you think of the peerless son-in-law?"
"Isn't this all nonsense?"
"What if it's true?"
Feng Shirong frowned, and after thinking for a while, he suddenly said: "Uncle Gong, is Nan Shu in love?"
Uncle Gong sat up straight in an instant: "No, absolutely not. The eldest lady only makes good friends and never falls in love."
"Does she have many friends?"
"There are quite a few. The eldest lady has many friends now. She is more cheerful than before and loves to laugh."
"That's good. With her personality, it's already good to be able to make friends."
Feng Shirong sighed and then raised his head: "By the way, Uncle Gong, you don't have to go back soon, so you might as well be my driver. I just returned to China and I have a lot of things to deal with and a lot of places to go."
Uncle Gong nodded: "Then when will you go to see the eldest lady?"
"I have just returned to China. I have a lot of things to deal with in the company. I can't leave. Let's wait until we find an opportunity later."
"..."
After Feng Shirong finished speaking, he walked back, while Uncle Gong stood up and bowed. Looking at his back and then at the peerless son-in-law in his hand, he couldn't help but fall into deep thought.
He thought Feng Shirong would ask about Young Master Jiang, so he had prepared his words when he came, preparing to praise Young Master Jiang like a flower.
Noble conduct, lofty ambition, elegant taste, talent, all kinds of little words are added to it.
But what Uncle Gong didn't expect, Feng Shirong didn't even ask.
It seems that he doesn't remember the eldest lady's first good friend.
This is not surprising. After all, the uncle is too busy with business and is abroad. His daughter's friend is not important to him.
only……
Sir, Master Jiang is really a peerless son-in-law.
At the same time, the son-in-law, who was noble in character, ambitious in ambition, elegant in taste, and extremely talented, locked the balcony door and was humming "Don't Pick Wild Flowers on the Roadside" while scrubbing his underwear.
Zhou Chao was so depressed that he wanted to pee his pants. He knocked on the door and refused to answer the door. In the end, he had no choice but to run to Zhang Guangfa's dormitory and pee.
At this time, Cao Guangyu had just returned from a romantic relationship with Ding Xue. As soon as he entered the door, he saw that the balcony was locked, and his expression suddenly changed: "Lao Jiang, this dog coin, is doing laundry again?!"
"Well, I've been in there for an hour and they haven't even opened the door to use the restroom." Zhou Chao was about to cry but had no tears.
"An hour? Holy shit, my laundry detergent!"
Cao Guangyu put down his cell phone and rushed to the balcony, but the door opened just as he approached.
Jiang Qin's hands were puckered with water, and the entire balcony was filled with the scent of kumquats: "Running so fast? Are you going to shit your pants?"
"You just pooped your pants, Lao Jiang, why do you do laundry every day?"
"I love to be clean. Is this illegal?"
Cao Guangyu rushed to the balcony, picked up his laundry detergent and shook it twice: "Holy crap, it's bottomed out again? Have you finished drinking it?"
Jiang Qin frowned: "Brother, please see clearly. That's the laundry detergent I bought, not yours. Why are you feeling so distressed?"
"?"
Young Master Cao raised the laundry detergent in his hand and took a look at it: "Huh? It seems that it really isn't mine. I'm sorry, Lao Jiang, I wronged you. The main reason is that I didn't expect you to leave me alone and buy it yourself.
."
Jiang Qin patted him on the shoulder: "It's okay. I forgive you. We are all brothers. Just make it clear."
"What about my laundry detergent? I'll take it back, Lao Jiang. I'm not guarding you. The main reason is that the sun on the balcony is too poisonous. It will be bad if it deteriorates in the sun."
"Yours? I have used up yours. I wanted to ask you to restock a few days ago, but I forgot about it when I got busy. How about I buy it myself? Don't make this mistake again next time."
"Damn it, Lao Jiang, I'm going to bite you to death!"
Jiang Qin quickly took a step back and stretched out his hand to hold Cao Guangyu's head. He saw the young master throwing his fists randomly in the air in anger, but he couldn't get close.
Ren Ziqiang lay on the bed and stared for a while, and couldn't help but shake his head: "Brother Cao is so embarrassing, even the armored warriors looked at him in vain, you just kicked him!"
Zhou Chao scratched his head: "Flying kicks are useless. Brother Cao's biggest problem is his short legs."
"Lao Jiang, it's not that I feel sorry for the laundry detergent. I mainly don't understand that you only bought the pants for three days, why do you wash them as if you have worn them for three years?"
"Because some friendships are destined not to be settled."
"?"
Jiang Qin turned around and sat back in his chair, reaching out and picking up the photo frame on the table.
Inside was a photo of him and Feng Nanshu, one in front and one behind, very close, as if they were about to kiss.
Boss Jiang squinted his eyes and pointed at the cold little face in the photo: "This is a life-threatening pervert."
(Please give me a monthly ticket, don’t force me to sit on your lap...)
