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Chapter 8

The mirrored windows of tall buildings outside the window suddenly flashed, causing Suhang to squint his eyes.

The mobile phone on the table also received a timely message, which did not let her go back to the amazing time when she was a teenager.

When the scene resumed before her eyes, she picked up her phone.

[Cheng Yuzhe: Sister, Dad asked you to come over for dinner on weekends. [呲牙]]

Suhang's gaze, which was empty due to the memory, turned cold, and his hands unconsciously gripped the phone even tighter until his knuckles turned white.

After promising that Cheng Yuzhe would accompany him to meet Xiao Yige, she was glad that Yu Cheng Yuzhe asked her to do one more favor: buy a bouquet of roses to take with him.

She has never agreed to Cheng Yuzhe's two requests in succession, because the impression of her youth has been imprinted in her heart with time, and the traces will not fade away.

Not long after she hung up the phone, she received a call from Cheng Zhiang, whom she hadn't contacted for nearly 20 years.

This father, who was related to her by blood, did not have the same warmth as her mother in his tone, only cold and threatening, and he gave her orders with kindness and power.

"Help your brother pursue Xiao Yige. I found out that you are classmates, and I won't treat you badly after it's done. Don't think about rejecting me. Aside from the fact that I'm your father, if you want to continue working, follow my advice." Do."

She listened without saying a word, and the surge of emotion brought about by the upcoming reunion was instantly extinguished.

That dazzling girl, the girl she couldn't help but pay attention to, the chance for them to meet again was so dirty.

The meaning in Suhang's eyes was unclear, and he replied "Got it" to Cheng Yuzhe.

When the enemy cannot be defeated in one fell swoop, the only thing that can be done is patience.

The most ironic thing is that this "enemy" is her biological father, the one who tore apart her supposedly perfect childhood with his own hands.

The weekend was coming soon, Suhang reported to Su Lanjun early that he had a social event in the evening, and drove to Cheng's house after work.

The Cheng family is located in a sea view villa area near the sea, away from the hustle and bustle of the city, and backed by the endless blue deep sea.

The black Accord opened through the gold-plated and carved iron grille door, and the middle-aged man with the appearance of a butler was already waiting inside with his servants.

When Suhang got off the car, the man stepped forward and bowed slightly to her, "Director Su, I am the chairman's special assistant, my surname is Cui, and your car can be parked here directly. The chairman, his wife and the vice president are all waiting You, please come in."

Chairman and Mrs.

Suhang looked at the gorgeous main house of the villa in front of him, feeling briefly in a trance.

Before she was eight years old, the servants here referred to her as "Madame" as her mother, but now the servants around her are respectful to her, just because in Cheng Zhiang's eyes, she might be useful.

Her brows and eyes were frosty, and she buttoned up the lady's suit that was opened while driving without saying a word, and stepped into the main house.

All the way in, there were many servants, but that Cui Tezhu didn't follow.

She had just approached the end of the corridor when she heard Cheng Yuzhe's cheers coming from the restaurant, which echoed with the empty corridor.

"Wow, there are so many delicious things tonight!"

"Dad, Mom, will sister help me speak nicely to sister Yige after eating with us?"

"You say, why does Sister Yige ignore me..."

Suhang's footsteps entering the restaurant were on Cheng Yuzhe's last word, she looked condensed, and approached step by step in the sight of a family of three in the restaurant.

"Sister, you are here!" Cheng Yuzhe threw away the goblet in his hand, and stood up excitedly from the chair.

Today he is wearing a basketball tracksuit, which is much more natural than the suit that day.

Sitting next to him was a beautiful and beautiful woman. There were not many traces of time on her well-maintained face. When she saw Su Hang coming in, she smiled unnaturally, "Xiao Hang, are you off work?"

Suhang turned a deaf ear and only looked at the head of the long dining table.

The man who was over sixty years old was thin and thin, with hale eyes, thick and fierce gathered between his eyebrows, like a dark gray wolf dominating the jungle.

"Sit down." His voice was low and natural hoarse, full of elusive and dangerous taste.

Su Hang straightly pulled away the dining chair opposite Cheng Yuzhe and sat down without saying a word.

Cheng Yuzhe grinned, and pointed to the roast goose in front of Suhang: "Sister, this roast goose is very delicious, much better than the ones outside. Mom and I both love it, so hurry up and try it."

Ye Wei, who was beside him, smiled again, patted the back of his son's hand, and reprimanded him without pain or itching: "My sister just got off work, eating too fast is bad for my stomach, don't just rush me." After finishing speaking, she turned her head and smiled To Su Hang: "Xiao Hang, eat slowly, move your chopsticks."

Cheng Yuzhe touched the back of his hand and muttered aggrievedly: "...Elder sister, eat slowly, I accidentally forgot that you just got off work."

Su Hang straightened his back and looked cold.

She didn't hear Cheng Zhiang's voice, and planned to end this weird dinner with just a few mouthfuls.

As soon as he picked up the chopsticks, Cheng Zhiang seemed to be aiming at this moment, and said in a moody manner: "I believe you are very clear about the purpose of calling you here tonight. If Yu Zhe can marry Xiao Yige, it will be a big deal for us Cheng Zhiang." The family has helped a lot.”

Suhang's movements stopped as soon as his voice came out, and just a few words seemed to put a knife on her neck.

This means that she can only move forward and not retreat.

She could no longer pick up the chopsticks, so she could only put them down slowly.

Cheng Zhiang said again: "Yu Zhe and Xiao Yige's appearance and family background are also a good match, and Yu Zhe's temper has always been good, which complements Xiao Yige's stronger temper."

Speaking of this, Ye Wei also echoed: "Yeah... the age is also suitable, Xiao Yige is three years older than our Yuzhe, and the female junior holds a golden brick."

Cheng Yuzhe smiled smugly: "It turns out that I am so suitable for Sister Yige."

Suhang's eyes scanned the family of three in front of him, and his tone was indifferent: "So."

"So, Dad hopes that you will do your best." Cheng Zhiang's tone was gentler, as if to make up for the toughness in the phone call a few days ago, "Dad can see your current work achievements. If you do well in this matter, in a few days Father Nian will open a studio for you."

Su Hang's eyes were deep, and he moved to the plate of roast goose neatly stacked on the table, "Got it."

Cheng Zhiang nodded in satisfaction, and the sternness between his brows finally softened a little, "Let's eat. Dad hasn't seen you for a long time, eat more before going back."

Knowing that there was no family affection in this meal, Suhang picked up his chopsticks calmly.

When he came out of the main house, the afterglow hadn't completely faded away.

The depression accumulated in his heart was gradually melted by the evening wind, Suhang couldn't help slowing down, took out his mobile phone, clicked on WeChat to find Xiao Yige.

Her fingers were hovering on the screen, unable to click on the dialog box for a long time.

How would she tell Xiao Yige about Cheng Zhiang's thoughts, and whether Xiao Yige had the same idea of ​​wanting to get married.

Surrounded by thoughts, she swiped the interface to Moments.

Xiao Yige posted a photo without a caption 10 minutes ago. It was a red rose plant in a pot placed by the window. The flower bent its stem and bloomed under the silvery moonlight.

Bright and moving red roses should not be coveted by sharp claws in the dark.

Since she was used as a weapon by this sharp claw, she would sneak into the darkness and become Rose's armor.

She gave Xiao Yige's circle of friends a little heart, opened the car door, and escaped from this icy purgatory without delay.

At the same time, under the same darkness, the lights of the Xiao family were warm.

Xiao Yige leaned on the wool carpet half-lying on the wool carpet and worked with a laptop. At home, she wore a short-sleeved T-shirt and a pair of hot pants. A pair of white and greasy long legs were casually overlapped. Youth and beauty are completely different. Different auras fit her perfectly.

Xiong Xiong lying on his back suddenly let out a "woo", and Xiao Yige looked up.

It was Xiao Manyi who was leaning against the door, watching her work with a smile.

"Mom, why don't you come in?" Xiao Yige smiled sweetly, and moved to the side.

Xiao Manyi stepped on the wool blanket with light steps, sat in Xiao Yige's position just now, turned sideways and stroked the thick and soft fur and said with a smile: "I'm afraid I'll disturb your work. How about it? It's been a month since I joined the job, so the work intensity will be high." Will it be too high?"

Xiao Yige put the laptop aside, half earnestly and half mischievously said: "Fortunately, I'm the general manager, what kind of work is this?"

"You should combine work and rest, don't ruin your body just because of work." Xiao Manyi shook her head dotingly, and stroked her long hair pityingly.

She consciously tilted her head on Xiao Manyi's shoulder, her mother's strength and warmth always made her want to relax properly.

"By the way," Xiao Manyi's tone became serious, "Cheng Zhiang is a ruthless character, you must be careful when dealing with Cheng Yuzhe."

The Cheng family's RH Group has not been in the business world for a long time, and it has established itself in just a few decades. Apart from Cheng Zhiang's business talent, means and city government are indispensable.

Now that Cheng Zhiang is trying to marry her Xiao family, and Xiao Yige is taking the opportunity to make plans, even though she firmly believes that her daughter's experience accumulated in foreign countries is rich enough, she can't help admonishing her.

"I forgot to say that his use value is gone." Xiao Yige straightened up when he heard this, and raised his eyebrows with a sly smile.

"Huh?" Xiao Manyi smiled curiously.

Xiao Yige smiled and emphasized: "It's not time to tell you, you just need to know that I won't go to his appointment again."

The Xiao family has always been on an equal footing. Xiao Manyi and Gao Wenyuan never used their status as elders to suppress Xiao Yige, so that after Xiao Yige grew up, there was never any barrier in communicating with his parents.

Xiao Manyi sighed regretfully: "Well, don't make me wait too long."

She patted her daughter's face, said "rest early" and went out.

Work was interrupted, Xiao Yige took the phone, and there were several layers of unread messages on WeChat.

[Cheng Yuzhe: Sister Yige, my sister is coming to have dinner with me tonight, next time you can come too. 】

[Cheng Yuzhe: Next time we will meet at my house, what do you think? 】

[Cheng Yuzhe: With my sister here, you don't have to be nervous. 】

She frowned, and the irritability that she had revisited many times these days once again flooded her consciousness, but this time there was more worry.

Suhang went to Cheng's house tonight.

According to her understanding, both Suhang and his mother Su Lanjun resisted contacting Cheng's family, and this trip probably wasn't on Suhang's initiative, or even willingly.

She quit the chat interface and clicked into Moments, and saw the only little peach under the photo of the white moonlight and red rose as she wished.

The red rose will only bloom for the white moonlight, and her hair is only visible to one person.

The disturbed mood was gently and powerfully soothed by this little peach heart, Xiao Yige pillowed on Xiong Xiong's body, rubbed its soft fur, and murmured to himself after softly laughing: "Xiong Xiong, she saw... but I When can I tell her what I mean?"

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