deliberately approach you

Seeing them talking and laughing without noticing, Li Zishen secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

What happened just now is over.

At the same time, William Li and Bai Long were also busy, but it was not a small gathering among friends, but attending the company's reward dinner as managers.

Li William is working on specific medicines that are about to be launched, and Bai Long is working on medical devices.

Since Li Zishen invited Li William from Country Y, the personnel deployment has been adjusted accordingly, including Yishen Pharmaceutical Factory.

Everyone is busy, and Chen Xin is not idle either.

He was originally working overtime at Yishen Shopping Center to process some documents, but suddenly received a call from Wu's mother, and then drove to Nanjiang Villa.

Wu Ma did not call Li Zishen rashly.

She understands Mrs. Li very well. If something happens here in Bieyuan, she will definitely not want to disturb her eldest son.

What's more, when delivering millet porridge in the evening, Mrs. Li specifically told her that there would be a press conference tomorrow, and she remembered it very clearly.

However, Wu Ma didn't mention a word about Li Jingshan's reminder to visit Mrs. Li.

At this time, the Bieyuan has returned to silence.

"I'm sorry for calling you over this late at night!" As soon as Chen Xin walked in, Wu's mother came up to her. Her eyes were red, as if she had just cried.

Over the years, she has been taking care of Mrs. Li like a daughter, and she is really frightened.

If the maid hadn't discovered it in time, or if Li Jingshan hadn't called to remind her, Wu Ma couldn't imagine how the study would have been burned down.

Maybe even Mrs. Li would be injured.

"It's okay, how is Madam?"

"I'm in a bad mood. I just got the injection and the doctor said... I have to sleep until seven or eight o'clock tomorrow morning."

Chen Xin nodded thoughtfully: "Why did Madam burn something? Did you say anything beforehand? Have you read the contents?"

"I didn't see clearly, but there were...many pieces of paper inside, densely packed with writing. Madam didn't ask me to read them. She was very worried about tomorrow's press conference. Young Master, I can't tell him, I can't."

Wu Ma's eyes were full of anxiety, her voice was trembling slightly, and she was even a little incoherent.

"Is it related to tomorrow's press conference?"

"No, no, Madam is...I don't know, maybe she doesn't want to influence the eldest young master."

Chen Xin: "?"

"Don't tell the young master, at least wait until the press conference is over." Wu Ma grabbed Chen Xin's arm with an almost pleading tone.

"It's okay, don't worry, I'll go take a look."

"It's not moved or cleaned."

"Well, that's good, go and do your work."

Immediately, Chen Xin went to the study alone. It was exactly as he expected. The wooden floor was in a mess and the file bag was burned clean.

……

Nine o'clock in the evening, Nanfeng Mansion.

Although Wang Jinghui's charm remains the same as before, every silver hair also tells the story of the years.

In the tea room, Wang Junchen looked at him intently, and couldn't help but think of how he said so many heartless words and did so many heartless things when he was a child.

Fortunately, my father was tough enough and didn't get angry to death.

"Dad, Uncle Quan...are you feeling better?"

Wang Jinghui raised his eyebrows and asked seriously: "What, you still want to fight again?"

"Look at what you said, how dare I!" Wang Junchen cleared his throat and sat upright, "You plan to... um, when will the wedding be held?"

"Do you want to get involved in this matter?"

"No, no, no, no!"

Seeing his father glance at the teacup, Wang Junchen quickly picked up the teapot, respectfully added tea to him, and then moved the cakes.

He looked like he was trying to please.

On the other side, there is a yoga room.

Ye Wanhua is meditating with Tang Mei.

She has been busy these days, either accompanying her to choose wedding items or helping to dig the ground.

The sunroom built in Nanfeng Mansion is larger than the one in Liyuan. Not only vegetables are grown, but also fruits and koi carp are grown there.

As a pregnant woman who has just been pregnant for one month, Ye Wanhua's workload is quite heavy.

But there are many benefits. Her appetite is getting better and better, her breathing is much more stable, and her blood sugar has returned to normal.

She attributes this to physical labor. In the past, Ye Wanhua went to the fitness club frequently. Every time she applied for a card, it was an annual card. She maintained a good figure, but her old problems never got better.

"Mom, should I make the quilt?"

Tang Mei changed her posture and asked, "I want to make twelve beds. Can you do it alone?"

"Sure, No problem."

In fact, Tang Mei has already arranged for people, all of whom are proficient in needlework, and they have also prepared enough cotton and required fabrics in advance.

After all, Ye Wanhua is pregnant, and quilting is a very laborious task.

"Mom, can you just leave it to me?"

"Okay, take it easy and don't be too impatient."

"Thanks Mom, I will."

As soon as he said these words, there were several tentative knocks from Wang Junchen outside the solid wood door.

dong dong dong, dong dong dong.

Tang Mei ignored him and meditated calmly.

Ye Wanhua couldn't say anything, so she could only remain silent and continue to follow Tang Mei's movements.

Wang Junchen: "..."

He didn't dare to enter rashly, so he frowned and looked at his watch to make sure it was half past nine.

Although Tang Mei was already the legal wife of his father Wang Jinghui, her status as the boss of Shishi still intimidated him invisibly.

What's going on? Didn't you hear it?

It’s time to end, right?

It was late at night...did you go out?

Wang Junchen cleared his throat and asked, "Ahua, when will we go home?"

Tang Mei slowly opened her eyes: "Go."

After getting the answer, Ye Wanhua quickly responded: "It'll be ready soon, just a moment."

It's not that she's afraid of Tang Mei, but she respects her.

From the first time she met Tang Mei on Chunlei Street, Ye Wanhua admired her very much. She was already over sixty years old but could still be so self-disciplined.

She felt honored to have such a mother-in-law, and she followed Tang Mei's example in many things.

Outside the door, Wang Junchen frowned.

"What are you doing, pretending not to hear!"

But just after he finished complaining, he quickly covered his mouth, as if he was afraid that Tang Mei would hear it again.

"No rush, no rush, just slow down!"

His daughter-in-law hurts herself. Although Ye Wanhua volunteered, Wang Junchen always felt that it was inappropriate. How could a pregnant woman be used as free labor?

At this time, the sound of the door opening and closing was heard not far away.

Wang Junchen turned around and saw that his father Wang Jinghui was coming, and he quickly went to greet him.

"Dad, are you okay?"

"What? I'm coming to pick up my wife, so I need to tell you in advance?" Wang Jinghui raised his eyebrows and said angrily, and then opened the door of the yoga room.

Wang Junchen: "..."

One by one, what are you doing?

Oh, she is the queen, you are the king, and Ahua and I have become your slaves?

The nose is not the nose and the eyes are not the eyes.

Complaints are complaints, he quickly adjusted his mentality and continued to wait honestly.

"Dad, you're here!" Ye Wanhua had just finished packing her yoga supplies and looked up to see Wang Jinghui standing at the door, holding a square gift box in his hand.

Made of velvet, royal blue throughout.

She thought it was Wang Junchen, but after thinking about it, she finally figured it out and stopped being awkward.

"Go back, it's getting late."

"Oh, okay, good night, Dad!"

As soon as Ye Wanhua went out, Wang Junchen held her hand and started asking various concerned questions, but the voice was very low, only enough for the two of them to hear.

"Are you tired? Are you...?"

Looking at their backs walking side by side, Wang Jinghui's eyebrows relaxed and he slowly closed the door.