Midsummer Kiss: It's All Love Letters to Blame

Chapter 114

It's a pity that he got nothing, until the fourth year, he suddenly realized that maybe the Xia family had lied to him back then, Xia Jingyin never went abroad at all, even if she did go abroad, after more than three years, she should have finished her studies and returned home.

Then he went back to China, Xia Jingyin's parents are here, she will come back one day, he should stay here and wait for her.

In the blink of an eye to the fifth year, it was another hot summer.

Standing in the empty shop, Meng Chengxuan opened up the blueprints in his hands, and compared them to the intervals of the shop one by one to observe.

Behind him were two decoration workers, also looking at the decoration drawings in his hands.

One of them asked: "Boss Meng, is there anything that needs to be revised?"

"No, you can decorate according to the drawings." Meng Chengxuan returned the drawings to them, and stood inside looking at the ceiling.

The two decoration foremen felt inexplicable. The boss Meng came to the shop every day, nervously looking here and there, and his fault-finding attitude made them at a loss. If you find a small flaw, immediately ask everyone to do it again.

But it is said that no expense was spared to achieve perfection.

Meng Chengxuan's phone rang, and it was his father's call: "Dad, what's the matter?"

"Are you going home for dinner tonight? Bai Qiu and Bai Lin are here."

When he looked at his watch, he replied: "Well, I know, I will be home on time for dinner."

"Okay, then you go about your business."

After hanging up the phone, Meng Chengxuan explained a few words to the decoration worker and left the shop.

He has been looking for a shop since last year, a spacious and comfortable shop that is busy and quiet, and he has always wanted to open a piano shop that specializes in selling violins.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, I made an appointment with a musical instrument wholesaler to discuss the issue of purchasing, and the place was in the coffee shop across the street.

He arrived early and ordered a cup of black coffee and cake. He got up late in the morning and didn't want to eat at noon after eating breakfast. Now it was tea time, he was already very hungry.

Meng Chengxuan held the cake with his right hand, and opened the tablet computer with his left hand to check the information of the violin.

The violin is no stranger to him. He has been studying related content in recent years. The sound quality of a violin is closely related to the place of production and the temperature of storage.

(End of this chapter)