When I saw the Maybach at the airport, I would never feel strange about it.
Aunt Zhang came back to collect their batch of gold earlier, which is enough to show that the conditions of Lao He's family are extraordinary, so how much is a Maybach worth?!
Gold is a hard currency, and a family that can start this business must be a rich man.
But to say, I live in Repulse Bay...
I can't understand Zhou Yisheng.
For a moment, he suddenly realized that he didn't understand Lao He at all.
But then I think about it...
With Lao He's temperament, maybe he really doesn't take his family background too seriously, so whether he says it in advance or not, it doesn't seem to make much sense.
She also said just now that the business is relatively large, but it has nothing to do with her for the time being and has cleared the relationship.
And can Zhou Yisheng be relieved so quickly?
Of course not.
After all, he is just an ordinary person. Faced with his 'girlfriend' suddenly telling him that my family is worth tens of billions, it is inevitable for a poor boy to feel inferior.
Zhang Moli shook her head helplessly, she felt that Xiao He did not do a good job.
Always make it clear in advance to give people some mental preparation.
Just say that back then, Lu Xiang took them to the New York Stock Exchange and pointed to the "Index" and said that the Philosopher's Stone Company was run by my family. Zhang Moli couldn't react for a long time, but at least before that, Lu Xiang gave someone
Mental preparation...
Lu Xiang was not short of money to begin with. Most people in school knew that she was from a wealthy family, and she resolutely sold the car wash chain at a high point when it reached its peak. Such courage alone is enough to give people room for imagination.
In other words, even if Lu Xiang does not come from a wealthy family, her ability and courage alone are enough to make people look up to her, and it is natural that the Philosopher's Stone Company belongs to her family.
Because only that kind of family can cultivate such children.
In the car.
The three of them each have their own ideas.
Lao He may be the one with the simplest thinking, because she is indifferent by nature and really doesn't take her family seriously.
Unknowingly, the car arrived at the gate of the manor.
"Get out of the car, my grandpa doesn't like the smell of car exhaust." Lao He opened the car door, got out, and hugged little Jie Laer.
Little Jieral is also a little timid.
The most beautiful house she had ever seen was probably Uncle Asang's manor. The exterior walls were white and decorated with gold and pink paint. It looked golden when the sun shone on it. It was so beautiful.
In front of you, the high walls of the manor are covered with beautiful herbs, just like in a fairy tale world. The high walls seem to be grown naturally by plants. The Chinese-style plaques are almost the most primitive decorations in the world. At a glance, you can see that they are thousands of years old.
.
Even though little Jieral was different, she still felt that there might be some kind of monster or a deity like Mother Earth in this mansion.
so……
"Zhou, want Zhou." Jie Laer broke free, jumped on the ground, and shouted to Zhou Yisheng in the car.
Only then did Zhou Sheng come back to his senses. He took a deep breath, pretended to be calm and smiled. After getting off the car, he held Xiao Jie Laer's hand, and then glanced at the scenery of the manor. There was only one feeling in his heart: "It's a difficult father, a difficult daughter."
emotion.
"Don't be afraid, isn't this Rebecca's home?"
The little one has not completely changed her story. Although she admits that the two are her parents, she is unwilling to speak when outsiders are around. Most of the time, she still calls "Zhou" and "Rebecca".
Little Jie Laer didn't say anything, she just held Zhou Sheng's legs tightly with her little hands, as if hiding.
Such a scene brought a bit of relaxation to several people and made them smile.
Zhang Moli said: "Let's go, don't be stunned... I haven't told them that you are back yet, go in and give them a surprise."
The four of them took steps.
But the luggage was not unloaded, and the car was turned off and waiting outside the door.
Zhou Sheng was aware of it sensitively, glanced at it and ignored it. Zhang Moli probably had her own arrangements, so he had better not ask any more questions.
All the way to the gate of the mansion.
The door was open, letting in the cool morning mountain breeze, and several servants were busy.
Seeing He Congshuang, they all showed expressions of surprise and bowed slightly: "Miss He."
"Miss He is back."
"How are you doing, Ms. He?"
He Congshuang smiled, nodded, and asked, "Grandpa, are you up?"
"Being down soon."
Almost as soon as he finished speaking, the elevator on the side started running. When the two doors opened, an old man with gray hair walked out, holding a cane. The cane was for decoration, so it was not called a walking stick.
Zhou Shengsheng's eyes suddenly focused on the past, and he was thinking randomly...
The old man must be Lao He's grandfather.
Grandpa is a common name for northerners, while southerners like to call grandpa. In fact, the latter is more official.
Therefore, the old man's roots are in the north, and he is looking at the cane...
Judging from psychology, he is a person who refuses to admit defeat. The cane is a decoration and can also play a supporting role, but the actual use of the decoration is obviously not as good as a scientifically designed cane.
In other words, he is a particular old man.
As soon as the elevator door opened, Lu Tingzhou saw He Congshuang. The expression on his face changed from astonishment to a spring-breathing smile in just half a second. He took a big step and was about to come over.
His move startled the people behind him. They were afraid that he would fall. Obviously, the old man rarely did this, so they failed to react.
"Shuang'er is back. Oh, when did you arrive? Why didn't you tell grandpa that he would pick you up..."
Before Mr. Lu came over, He Congshuang went up to him and supported him: "I just arrived, and I wanted to give you a surprise to make up for the regret of not spending Christmas with you. You missed me, right? Then you
He didn’t even call me.”
"Ha." Mr. Lu was amused, but he looked innocent and pitiful. "If I really fight you, will you be able to get through? You girl will rebel against an army and run away to Africa quietly.
Now you’re still complaining that I didn’t call.”
The warmth of the family suddenly spread...
Zhang Moli looked at it with a smile on her face.
Finally, the old man saw an unknown young man and a little black girl.
His eyes flickered to Zhou Sheng for a moment, then he lowered his head and came over and asked, "What's the little girl's name?"
It was in English, so little Jieral understood it.
Under Lao He's encouraging eyes, he said in a sweet voice: "Jie La'er, where is grandpa?"
"Walker, you can call me Old Walker."
"Okay, old Walker."
Hearing little Jieral's voice, Mr. Lu smiled and rubbed his head. They communicated on an equal footing, and their affinity was naturally off the charts, so the child would not panic.
but……
I was very panicked on Monday.
The old man's laughter fell and he ignored him.
His own education told him that if the elders did not speak, the younger ones had better not open their mouths randomly.
But then I think about the origin of the other party's identity...
Are you still waiting for others to ask you who you are?
"Hello grandpa, I am Zhou Sheng."
The words fell.
Mr. Lu looked directly at him for the first time, with wrinkles at the corners of his mouth. He looked like he was smiling, but also looked like he was showing contempt. Although he could communicate with his children on an equal footing just now, he was so arrogant towards Zhou Sheng: "I still think I'm just a piece of wood.
It turns out he can talk."
Then, he turned back and said, "Shuang'er, why did you bring me a doctor?"