12dz Chapter 228 This man is too good at bewitching people
Chapter 228 This man is too good at bewitching people
Jiang Qianxun picked up the phone and dialed Jiang Wenyuan.
But after ringing for a while, Jiang Wenyuan didn't answer.
After calling three times with no response, she finally gave up.
It seems that she will have to slowly investigate the doubts about her life experience.
Jiang Qianxun stood up and looked in the mirror, carefully examining herself in the mirror, trying to find similarities between herself and Jiang Wenyuan.
I also tried to find similarities with my mother when she was alive...
As Jiang Qianxun watched, his mind began to become confused. He couldn't tell whether it looked like it or not. Could it be... this is what they call the person involved is the most confused?
However, she felt that the possibility that she was not the biological daughter of the Jiang family was very small. After all, Aunt Lan often said that she had served her pregnant mother.
When she was born, Aunt Lan held her in her arms. There was no reason why she had raised her for twenty years and not even knew that she was switched.
Thinking of this, she picked up her phone again and called Meng Zixi.
He said calmly: "Zixi, help me find a reliable detective."
By the time Jiang Qianxun hung up the phone with Meng Zixi, Auntie Lan had already gone downstairs. In the room, only Tietou was left standing on her balcony, feeling the cold wind, and kept saying "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"
Things have been going smoothly recently, and Jiang Qianxun had nothing to do today, so she was in a rare mood to interact with Tietou. She opened the window and let it fly in to keep warm.
Jiang Qianxun was a little surprised when she saw Tietou come in, still saying sorry. She touched its little mouth with her white fingers.
"Strange, I remember you could only call my name before, or say "hungry, hungry", "full, full". When did you learn to say three words?"
After saying that, Jiang Qianxun thought about it and seemed to remember that she had heard it a few times before, but at that time she and Xing Ming were in a cold war and she was not in the mood to pay attention to it.
She asked herself and answered, "Look at me, I've become stupid because of pregnancy. I forgot what you said before."
After that, she took the sunflower seeds from the table and fed it a few. As she fed it, she asked, "But who taught you these three words? Auntie Lan?"
Tietou is very smart and can talk to his owner. He swallowed the melon seeds with a crunch and then shook his head to deny it.
"Self-satisfied?" Jiang Qianxun continued to ask.
After eating several sunflower seeds, Tietou used his mouth to groom his feathers and shook his head even harder.
"Who is that?"
Tietou tidied up his feathers, suddenly flapped his wings, flew out of the bedroom, entered the small studio opposite, stopped in front of the desk, and continued to say: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."
Jiang Qianxun was stunned.
Is this... taught by Xing Mingyu?
This man is truly omnipotent. He has only lived in the Jiang family for a few days, but he has already tamed even his iron head. This was Jiang Qianxun's first reaction.
Wait, that’s not right. Why did he have to teach Tietou to say sorry?
A question immediately popped up in Jiang Qianxun's mind. Suddenly, she remembered that when she heard Tietou say sorry before, it was during the cold war between her and Xing Ming. Could it be...
Jiang Qianxun realized it later and while laughing, her heart was suddenly out of rhythm.
She couldn't help but take out her cell phone and checked the man's WeChat, wanting to ask him something, but when she remembered that he said he had a meeting before he left, she put her phone down, got up and went to bed.
Forget it, it's over, there's no point in bringing it up again.
However, she seemed to know how to get along with this superior man in the future.
Jiang Qianxun held the pregnancy pillow, thinking about Xing Mingyu, and her eyelids gradually drooped.
.......
At the same time, on the top floor of Xing Group.
The man in formal attire had no idea that someone was thinking about him. At this moment, he was sitting behind the desk, and French words were coming out of the ultra-thin notebook opposite him.
Xing Mingyu crossed his long legs, resting one hand on the side of his forehead, listening carefully.
The light from the incandescent lamp above his head fell on the man's handsome face, making him look more three-dimensional and stable.
Only when the sound in the notebook stopped did the man move his thin lips and arrange things in French. His cold and low voice was not very loud, but no one dared to speak. The only sound in the entire office was the man's voice.
The man stopped talking and quickly closed his notebook until Assistant Zhou's legs became numb from standing at the door.
Assistant Zhou saw this and stepped in. While handing over the documents in his hand, he said respectfully: "Mr. Xing, you have a meeting tonight. The heads of various departments are here to make routine reports..."
Xing Mingyu handed the notebook to Assistant Zhou, opened the document, glanced at it, and was about to pick up the pen with his slender hand.
Assistant Zhou, who had put away his notebook, said, "By the way, Mr. Xing, when you were in a meeting just now, Uncle Jiang also called and said that Young Master Qin had just gone to the gate of the Jiang family villa. You were in a meeting at the time, and Uncle Jiang called my cell phone."
Xing Mingyu paused as the pen tip just fell, his brows furrowed, and a hint of coldness flashed across his stern face.
Upon seeing this, Assistant Zhou immediately continued to report on the matter.
"Uncle Jiang said that the two talked for a while at the door, but he didn't hear what they said because Uncle Jiang drove into the villa. He only said that when he called, Young Master Qin was still waiting at the door of the villa."
"Swish, swish, swish!" The sound of a signature pen sliding suddenly rang out in the office.
A minute later, Assistant Zhou took the signed documents and was about to go downstairs when the man behind the desk suddenly said, "The meeting tonight has been postponed!"
Assistant Zhou was surprised.
This meeting was specially arranged by Mr. Xing before he returned to China. As a result, he went to T City with Uncle Jiang after returning to China, so it was postponed to tonight. I didn’t expect Mr. Xing to postpone it again!
It must be because of Director An! Assistant Zhou's eyes flashed with understanding.
But no matter how surprised he was, he still had to do it.
"Yes!"
After Assistant Zhou left, Xing Mingyu's face became even gloomier, but he didn't say a word and continued to work busily. During this time, Assistant Zhou came in several times to ask him for his signature. After signing, he left faster and faster each time.
But the man didn't care. When the short hand on his watch pointed to 17 o'clock, he closed the document on time, picked up his cell phone and went downstairs.
On the first floor, Uncle Song was already waiting next to the black Maybach. When he saw his husband coming down, he pressed the car switch and opened the door respectfully.
"Sir, please get in the car."
"Give me the keys." Xing Mingyu did not get into the car, but instead stretched out his big hand.
Uncle Song was even more surprised. He had just received a message from his husband asking him to be downstairs. He was already surprised enough, and it was already time to get off work.
He originally thought that Mr. Workaholic would have to work overtime until eight or nine in the evening.
Now it's even more strange. It's fine if he got off work early, but today he wants to drive himself? Is there something urgent?
This is too abnormal!
Is he going to accompany Director An? Has the workaholic turned into a wife slave?
But despite his doubts, Uncle Song still didn't dare to ask more questions. He handed the key in his hand over. Only then did he come to his senses and see that the black Maybach had already driven out of the Xing family's gate.
......
Half an hour later.
The black Maybach slowly drove into the Jiang family villa.
It was only 5:30 p.m., and Beijing was at the rush hour. The Jiang family villa, which had been bustling with activity, was now deserted by Chen Zheng and the others, and was very quiet. Only the Jiang family's parrot saw him coming, flew down from the bare branches in the yard, landed on the roof of the car, and looked at him with its head tilted.
The only difference is that it no longer talks too much.
Xing Mingyu got out of the car, glanced at it, his eyes darkened, and suddenly said two words. Seeing that it had spoken and had learned it quite well, he stepped up the stairs with satisfaction and entered the main house.
As soon as Xing Mingyu came into the house, he heard the voices of Aunt Lan and Uncle Jiang coming from the small restaurant.
He changed his shoes, went up the stone steps to the living room, walked in through the corridor, and saw that the little woman was not inside. Only Uncle Jiang and Aunt Lan were busy inside, with their heads close together.
Perhaps it was because the man had such a strong aura that Uncle Jiang and Aunt Lan, who were holding a bottle of peanut oil and pouring it on the dishes, looked over at the same time. When they saw it was him, they immediately put down the peanut oil bottles and greeted him respectfully.
"Mr. Xing."
"Sir, you are here."
Xing Mingyu nodded and looked to the side.
Uncle Jiang understood and said respectfully, "Sir, Miss Jiang is resting upstairs."
"Okay." Xing Mingyu said and was about to leave.
Uncle Jiang looked at the time intuitively. It was time to get off work, so he asked again, "By the way, sir, are you having dinner here tonight?"
When it came to dining at the Jiang family, Xing Mingyu subconsciously glanced at the itinerary. After making sure that there would be no emergency, he nodded, said yes, and turned to go upstairs.
The door to the master bedroom on the second floor was not closed.
As soon as Xing Mingyu came in, he saw that the little woman was not even covered with a quilt. She was lying on her left side, sleeping peacefully.
She had a peaceful face when she slept, with even the corners of her mouth slightly upturned, as if she was having a sweet dream. The air conditioner was on in the room, and the heating made her face red, looking very delicate.
The long eyelashes are like a fan, stopping above the eye bags, making people want to reach out and touch them.
Slowly moving my eyes downward from my eyelashes, I saw the little woman with one hand under her face and the other hand on her pregnant belly. It is not difficult to imagine that before falling asleep, that little hand must have carefully stroked the baby in her belly.
The woman and the child were both in his eyes, and Xing Mingyu's lips rarely showed a hint of gentleness.
He closed the door, took off his coat and hung it next to her beige coat, then sat on the edge of the bed, supported himself on the little woman's side with one hand, straightened his back and leaned over, admiring her sleeping face from a close distance.
Maybe I smelled a familiar scent.
The little woman who was originally sleeping peacefully suddenly moved, and couldn't help but lean towards him. She rubbed her small palm-sized hands against his big palm that was about to touch her cheek.
The little woman's warm body temperature came through her fingertips.
Xing Mingyu's heart softened, and he lightly touched her fair cheek with his thumb, and at the same time, lightly touched her sleeping eyebrows and cheek with his thin lips, and finally landed on her pregnant belly.
He kissed her bulging belly through her sweater.
I don’t know if it was some kind of connection with the child, but after he finished kissing her, suddenly, a bulge appeared on her soft belly.
Xing Mingyu couldn't help but reach out and put his big hand on his belly, feeling the bulge that had not yet subsided. The feeling of being a father in his heart became more real.
Although Xingbao Jingbao has called him dad for four years, he is ultimately just an uncle, and he is protecting them as an uncle.
He still remembers that when his second child called him dad for the first time, he felt heartbroken but also confused.
It is completely different now. He feels real happiness and a heavy sense of responsibility as a father. It is a surprise and sweetness.
Xing Mingyu's big hand with distinct joints gently stroked that place until the fetal movement subsided. He reluctantly withdrew his hand, pulled the quilt to cover the little woman, and sat down on the sofa beside him.
Open the phone and deal with unfinished work.
The small room was so quiet that you could smell the two people's breathing.
Just after I finished dealing with the documents, the door was suddenly opened from the outside, and Aunt Lan came up with a cup of coffee and a financial newspaper in the other hand.
"Mr. Xing, have a cup of coffee." Aunt Lan respectfully brought the coffee to the small table next to the sofa and said in a very soft voice, handing over a newspaper.
Although technology is very advanced now and one can read the news just by surfing the Internet, subscribing to newspapers was a habit of the eldest daughter's grandfather when he was alive. The eldest daughter was influenced by him when she was a child and also liked reading newspapers, so after she returned to China, she asked the newspaper company to deliver the newspapers to her.