Back in his bedroom, Chen Dongcheng went to take a shower first.
The cold shower has a very good cooling effect, and all the heat in my heart is washed away.
Chen Dongcheng sat on the bed and played with his mobile phone for a while, not feeling sleepy at all.
His physical fitness has just been improved to 79. The warm and comfortable improvement has made Chen Dongcheng full of energy. How can he still feel sleepy?
Although he feels a little distressed after spending one million, Chen Dongcheng has experienced the effect of improving his physical fitness.
Zhuang Manting, who has been working out all year round, is no match for him, let alone Li Xingyao, just a few rounds.
When a man walks outside, he is really good if his kidneys are good.
Chen Dongcheng walked to the terrace, sat down on a lounge chair, lit a cigarette and smoked. The smoke quickly enveloped Chen Dongcheng.
It's almost two o'clock in the morning, and Pengcheng is still busy with traffic and noisy.
The prosperity and cruelty of the metropolis are vividly highlighted at this moment.
How many times did Chen Dongcheng stay up late at this time to work on projects?
After being reborn, Chen Dongcheng really didn't worry about his livelihood.
While he was smoking a cigarette and thinking about something, Chen Dongcheng's phone suddenly rang.
Chen Dongcheng picked it up and took a look. He was really a rare visitor.
"Hey, Mom, why did you remember to call me at this time?"
"You brat, your dad and I forgot that we are in the UK and we just finished dinner, and you don't know how to report to your mother."
"Comrade Gu Xiuwen, I can't get out of the way at Shenzhen University, and I don't see you or Comrade Chen Jianye allocating a penny to me."
"Come on, didn't I get you 10,000 yuan when you started school?"
It's okay not to mention this. Gu Xiuwen did give him 10,000 yuan, but that included tuition.
"You two, please feel free to travel. I'm fine at Shenzhen University. You have to go home during the Spring Festival, right?"
"You bastard, what are you talking about? Your dad and I are still settling abroad without going home. Are you in love?"
"If I don't have the funds of my queen mother, how can any girl like me?"
"The policy your dad and I have made cannot be changed, but it won't be a problem if you don't have a girlfriend in college."
"After a while, your dad will transfer you to 10,000 past.
After saying that, Gu Xiuwen hung up the phone first.
After a while, Chen Dongcheng received a bank text message.
Lao Chen obviously still felt sorry for his son, so he secretly added ten thousand.
Chen Dongcheng accepted it with a smile. Although it was not too much for him, it was his parents' wishes after all.
Chen Dongcheng only received this love fund once.
I was stupid at first. I took the money and basically spent it on games and eating and drinking.
It was the end of the year, and the target was nowhere to be found, and Gu Xiuwen never received any special funds from then on.
Chen Dongcheng is very confident now, but he is a little worried about telling Gu Xiuwen which one is his girlfriend.
Zhuang Manting is definitely mature and sensible, and although Song Meng is a bit delicate and naughty, she is not bad either.
Li Xingyao is still the official girlfriend of the school, which makes me dizzy just thinking about it.
But there is no need to rush before the end of the year. Which girl can you find and send it to Gu Xiuwen first? I will keep it to her satisfaction.
…
London.
Gu Xiuwen put on the facial mask and asked, "Has the money been transferred?"
"Well, it's changed."
Chen Jianye nodded.
Gu Xiuwen sat on the sofa, watching TV and said, "If I hadn't called him, this brat would have forgotten his parents."
"The children are grown, why do you care so much?"
Chen Jianye was a little helpless.
"No matter how old he is, he is still my son."
Gu Xiuwen asked again: "Is that classmate of yours reliable? We came all the way here, so don't tease us."
"Don't worry, we have negotiated before, but do you really plan to buy a thousand Bitcoins at once?"
Chen Jianye is still a little worried. No one can say for sure whether this Bitcoin is reliable.
Gu Xiuwen took off the mask and threw it into the trash can.
"My college roommate told me that Bitcoin will rise in the future. She is always well-informed, so you can rest assured."
"That's two hundred thousand dollars!"
Gu Xiuwen said while changing the channel: "You are just timid. If our investment succeeds this time, our son will have at least 18 million in the future. Even if he loses, it will only be more than 1 million."
Chen Jianye thought the same thing. The brave will be starved to death and the timid will die.
Gu Xiuwen's college roommate has kept in touch for so many years, and her husband can be considered a powerful department-level cadre.
Gu Xiuwen also relied on the information revealed by her roommate and did some research on her own before making up her mind to buy a batch of Bitcoins.
It just so happened that Chen Jianye had a classmate in the UK who was in the financial circle and had a wide network of contacts, so he helped to connect the dots.
The scale of the transaction was not small. As soon as Gu Xiuwen and Chen Jianye discussed it, they went to England to trade with each other.
Poor parents in the world, Gu Xiuwen also wanted to fight for her son, otherwise why would she come to England, a place she was unfamiliar with.
…
Early the next morning, Song Meng woke up and was surprised to find that the person cooking in the kitchen was Chen Dongcheng.
"The sun rises in the west today?"
Song Meng complained and asked curiously: "Where is Sister Manting?"
Although getting started with cooking sounds pretty low-key, it is actually not.
Chen Dongcheng can cook at least some home-cooked dishes, and making breakfast is no problem.
Song Meng frowned and muttered: "That's not right. How many more days will it take for Sister Manting's menstrual period to arrive?"
"Why do you care so much? Hurry up and eat."
Chen Dongcheng glared at Song Meng and served her a bowl of porridge.
Song Meng drank some wine yesterday and felt a little sick in her stomach when she woke up.
While drinking the millet porridge cooked by Chen Dongcheng, Song Meng showed a satisfied smile. She didn't think about it if she couldn't understand it. This was also one of Song Meng's characteristics.
Chen Dongcheng was relieved when he saw that Song Meng no longer paid attention to Zhuang Manting.
"I'm going back to school in a minute, so you can give your sister Manting a piece of breakfast."
"Oh, I got it."
Chen Dongcheng nodded and ate breakfast quietly.
After eating, Chen Dongcheng said hello to Song Meng and drove back to school. Song Meng went upstairs with breakfast.
"Dong dong dong."
Song Meng knocked on the door: "Sister Manting, are you awake?"
"Well, Mengmeng, come in."
Song Meng opened the door and put breakfast on the cabinet next to Zhuang Manting's bed.
"Sister Manting, are you okay?"
Song Meng asked with some concern.
Zhuang Manting's face turned red and she felt a little guilty.
After all, Song Meng likes Chen Dongcheng as much as she does.
"I'm fine. He's gone?"
Zhuang Manting asked softly.
"Let's go, but I don't know when this guy learned to cook."
Song Meng curled her lips, but didn't notice anything unusual.
There was no peculiar smell in the air in Zhuang Manting's bedroom. In the morning, Zhuang Manting opened the window for ventilation and changed all the messy bedding from last night.
"That might be a little surprise for you."
Zhuang Manting put a pillow behind her back, sat up, and couldn't help but frown.
"What's wrong?"
Song Meng noticed that Zhuang Manting's expression was a little painful, and quickly asked with concern.
"It's nothing, just a little uncomfortable."
Zhuang Manting shook her head with a smile, took a sip of porridge, and immediately looked at Song Meng in surprise: "He made this?"
"Yeah, doesn't it taste good?"
Song Meng smiled and said: "I was shocked this morning. I didn't expect a rich second generation to be able to cook. It's completely different from the rich second generation in my impression!"
Zhuang Manting also laughed. If he was an ordinary rich second generation, how could Zhuang Manting like him?