I go north, you go south

Chapter 82 Invitation
"So, Mom, you should stop thinking about it." Ling Bei looked serious.

Fang Jiaming smiled helplessly and sighed: "You have arranged everything so clearly, is there any reason for me to refuse?"

"Then I will ask Ren Qin to pick you up tomorrow afternoon."

"it is good."

After discussing this matter, the tense atmosphere in the room can be considered to have dissipated. Fang Jiaming picked up the teacup on the coffee table in front of him, and took a sip gracefully.

Fang Jiaming, who was born in a scholarly family since he was a child, is an expert in this area. Although he later went into business, he has always loved tea art and incense.

She also wanted to teach her son these hobbies that can be used for meditation and concentration, but Ling Bei always seemed not very interested, and the relationship between the two was already close, so Fang Jiaming never insisted.

The first time she tasted Ling Bei's craftsmanship, she was really amazed: "Well, the taste of Mingqian Longjing is good, and the way of making tea is also good."

Fang Jiaming looked at Ling Bei with a playful look in his eyes: "Tell me, who taught you."

Ling Bei touched his nose with some guilt: "I learned it myself."

Anyway, when Nan Zishu was living in his house, he specially prepared tea and tea sets for her, and then he gave her a lesson while Nan Zishu was making tea.

It can also be regarded as "self-learned".

"I'll tell you as soon as I walk in today, I'm here today for two things."

Fang Jiaming put on an appearance that he was about to have a long talk with his son: "One thing has been discussed just now, so let's discuss the second thing now."

As if he had expected what his mother was going to talk to him, Ling Bei immediately tried to change the subject: "Oh, the tea should be cold, I'll make another pot."

Then he got up and went to the kitchen.

"Ling Bei. Sit down." Fang Jiaming's tone was rarely serious.

"What are you hiding? Do you think I don't know? Xiaowen told me everything verbatim. If you don't want to, you can." Fang Jiaming leaned back on the sofa: "You won't let me go tomorrow The company? I'll meet her in the design department in person."

Ling Beisheng sat back on the chair without love, scolding Mo Ziwen from top to bottom in his heart.

"Mom," Ling Bei had to turn his head to face: "We have just established our relationship, why are you in such a hurry to see her?"

"Hey, it's not an old feudal society now, and you have to talk about marriage before you can meet?"

Fang Jiaming straightened up and leaned over: "Besides, didn't you all swear to Xiaowen that it would be 'sooner or later'?

"Oh, let my son think about the 'first love' for so long, can't I be 'admired for a long time'?"

Ling Bei's face is getting darker and darker, and now he can't wait to drag Mo Ziwen over and beat him for three hundred rounds.

The information leaked in such detail, is his mouth leaking?
"Here," Fang Jiaming took out an invitation directly from his carry-on bag: "Saturday is your uncle's birthday party, haven't you forgotten?"

Ling Bei took the invitation, opened it and replied, "Of course not, the presents are all ready."

Seeing what was written in the invitation, Ling Bei's eyes widened directly: "Why are my and her names written on it!?"

Fang Jiaming explained it very calmly: "Oh, your aunt is also very concerned about this matter. She added Shu Shu's name when she wrote the invitation. Please be sure to bring her with you."

Ling Bei just sighed, and realized that something was wrong: "What did you call her just now!?"

(End of this chapter)