Chapter 8

Jiang Xuan has nothing to say with Rong Jing. After dinner, he finds an excuse to leave.

Rong Jing hands over his mobile phone and says, "leave it to the phone?"

"There's no need for that," he said

Rong Jing gently smile, hand back, "Miss Jiang to me, there is a lot of hostility?"

"Mr. Rong knows the best."

Baozi stopped in front of her, with big eyes open, "Mommy, can I go to see you tomorrow?"

Jiang Xuan lowered his head and patted his little head: "welcome at any time."

This dinner tonight, she only owed baozi at that time.

But the next morning, she forgot about it, packed up and prepared to move into the house she had just bought.

She didn't have time to decorate. What she bought was ready-made, with two rooms and one living room. She could move in immediately, and the French windows were spacious and bright. She signed the contract and paid in full.

real estate company also gave the real estate certificate two hours awesome.

Jiang Xuan used her own ID card, and the lawyer did it for her. Her registered residence was originally here, and it was not difficult to do so.

But just out of the door, but saw the bun out of the elevator.

When I saw her, I rushed over like a hen, "Mommy..."

Before she finished, seeing her luggage, she immediately became nervous: "Mommy, are you going? Where are you going?"

Jiang Xuan just remembered and said to him, "I just bought a new house and I'm going to move in. You can come to me when you are free

She hoped, however, that he would not come.

Although she likes steamed stuffed buns very much, she doesn't hate his father at present, but she has zero liking for him.

Baozi didn't listen to her, but she said he was going to move. He was very worried.

Mommy's gone. Will you never see her again?

Jiang Xun dragged his suitcase to the elevator. He rushed up and grabbed it. The whole person had to hang it on the box. "Mommy, this box is too heavy for you to move. Wait a minute."

Jiang Xuan pulled forward a few steps, "you come down first." Such a big lump of meat hanging on it, can it not be heavy?

Baozi is holding, took out the mobile phone to dial the number of Rongjing.

Although he didn't want to let Jing rob Mommy, the situation is grim now. He can't do it alone.

Rong Jing picks up the phone and listens to baozi saying that Jiang Xuan is leaving. At the end of the phone, the steamed stuffed buns are crying. Rong Jing asked him to wait downstairs. He let go of Jiang Xuan and followed her downstairs.

Rong Jing has gone down one step ahead of them, waiting in the hall.

When she walked over, she took her luggage and said, "where are you going?"

Before Jiang's refusal, he had already pulled his luggage to the door.

Baozi quickly followed with short legs.

When I got out of the door, there was a car waiting by the side of the road. It was a business car provided by the hotel.

Rong Jing put the suitcase in the back. Before Jiang Xuan opened his mouth, he had already sat in.

Jiang Xuan moved his mouth. After all, he didn't want to let him down.

Baozi watched the whole process, touched his chin and nodded. Sure enough, Jiang was still spicy. He also jumped into the car and found a seat between Rong Jing and Jiang Xuan.

The buttocks are not close to each other, they are picked up by Rong Jing and thrown behind.

Steamed stuffed buns want to protest with their short legs. They are swept by men's eyes and sit in their seats.

Jiang Xuan reported the address and the car drove all the way.

Half an hour's drive, is an ordinary community, better in quiet.

The salute was carried up by Rong Jing for her. On the ninth floor, the elevator was under repair. He walked in front with the salute, and Jiang Xuan walked behind him.

Baozi took her by the hand, and when she got to the third floor, she was very tired.

She leaned over to hold baozi. She stepped back subconsciously, and her face turned red.

Did Mommy just want to hold him? I'm so shy, but he's a boy. How can he trouble Mommy?

He looked up, serious and serious, "Mommy, I'll hold you. I can walk by myself."

The man in front turned around and looked at Jiang's side face. The light in the corridor was dim, but it just set off the arc of her side face. It was quiet and peaceful.

He has seen a better looking woman. But to his heart, just right, he was the first.

It seems that this trip is not in vain.

By the time of the ninth floor, the steamed stuffed bun was already soft. Jiang Xuan opened the door. The man picked up the bun and threw it on the sofa.

Jiang was startled, but baozi was used to it. It seems that he is often bullied. With such a father, Jiang Xun stands in silence for baozi for three seconds.

The house was cleaned up by an aunt yesterday. It was clean.

There are also basic configurations in it, but it is still empty. Food and drink are not ready, there are a lot of things, Rong Jing in the living room to see a circle.

"The sofa is not in line with the overall decoration style. You can put a bookcase here. Don't put the fish tank. You can buy a clock here. Put potted plants in that position. There's a dining room, and the lights have to be changed... "He seemed to have a lot of opinions, but Jiang didn't plan to be so troublesome. He interrupted: "Mr. Rong knows interior design?"

Rong Jing: "a little knowledge."

Jiang Xuan nodded, "then these things, still don't move."

Rong Jing picks eyebrows. Jiang Xun's words are full of thorns. How can he not hear them.

He no longer said anything. The atmosphere cooled down for a moment. Jiang Xuan picked up his bag and said, "I have to go to the supermarket. Mr. Rong will stay for lunch?"

Anyway, she helped her. Although she can handle it herself, she should be polite.

Rong Jing's eyes leisurely looked over, "no, I have something else to do."

It's still interesting. Jiang Xuan was relieved. Before he was finished, he heard him say: "I'd like to ask Miss Jiang to take care of Anning. I'll come here in the evening."

Jiang Xuan: can you refuse?

Rongjing left, but baozi was very happy. He was finally able to be alone with mummy.

Jiang Xuan looked at the smile on his face and seriously doubted whether the father and son were born or not?

In the afternoon, she went out with buns and came back with big and small bags, which were basically daily necessities. Both of them were so tired that they collapsed on the sofa, but they had to clean up later.

He took a look at the steamed stuffed buns. The steamed stuffed buns took a look at him and sighed at the same time.

Jiang was a little curious and asked baozi, "what does your father do?"

Baozi thought about it and shook his head: "I don't know. I don't know him very well."

Mr. Jiang: Yes???

Are you sure you're not familiar?

Rong Jing sneezes inexplicably, while the company is holding a high-level meeting. The general manager was making a project report. The sneeze was too abrupt, which interrupted the summary of the general manager's report.

The man stood up, and everyone followed.

He is just a lazy look, "I go to the bathroom, you continue."

When the man walked out of the meeting room, the top management in the room was relieved.

The engineers from LK group headquarters only received the notice this morning when they heard about their background. Even President Zheng did not dare to neglect them. How could they not be afraid.

This giant multinational investment enterprise has been established and distributed all over the world, involving hundreds of industries.

In foreign countries, they also set foot in monopoly industries and are real giants.

However, such a giant enterprise is controlled by a family. The family inherited the title abroad, but the ancestors were Chinese.

How brilliant is it for a Chinese to inherit a title abroad!

Yuncheng, a real estate company, is just one of their big and small companies, which is not impressive. But this time, an engineer was sent from the headquarters. While everyone was frightened, they were excited.

Do the engineers in the headquarters begin to pay attention to them on behalf of the headquarters?

We can't figure out the intention of the company, and Mr. Zheng has no bottom in his heart. At the end of the meeting, dinner was arranged immediately, and the engineer was to receive the wind in the evening.

But Rong Jing patted him on the shoulder, "I won't eat rice first. As for the affairs here, you can rest assured that the decision is still in your hands. I'm just an engineer."

With his attitude, Zheng's heart finally fell.

Since it is not to replace him, it must be the headquarters to show their importance.

How many companies can engineers from headquarters have such treatment?