Soon, the door of the private room was knocked.

The person inside looked out, and then Zhuang Mingli got up and opened the door. Seeing the hotel executive standing, he couldn't help frowning: "You, are you doing something?"

"Mr. Zhuang, our Mr. Fu knew that the wife was having a banquet here, so she specially sent two bottles of red wine."

The executive is a man in his forties, polite and polite.

Zhuang Mingli had no good impression of this person. He smiled indifferently, looked inward, then looked at the executive again, "Then thank Mr. Fu for us."

Zhuang Mingli took the wine directly and closed the door immediately.

The executive frowned and said it wouldn't matter if he was turned away, but his task had not been completed yet, so he continued to knock on the door without any haste.

He did not expect that he would make great contributions to the marriage between his boss and his wife in his lifetime.

Zhuang Mingli went to open the door again and leaned out with the wall, "Do you have something to do?"

"The boss said that the wife could drink more, and he and the children were dining in the Western restaurant downstairs waiting for the wife."

"Are you sick?"

Zhuang Mingli closed the door immediately after saying that.

Of course, he didn't need to say this to Zhuo Jian, and she could hear it not far from the dining table at the door.

This time, the executive of Zhuang Mingli glanced inside before closing the door and found that there was a flash inside. Although it was just a little fabric, it should be another woman?

After the executive passed the message, he went downstairs. Fu Yanye was having Western food with his three sons, and the three little guys used all the knife and fork well.

In fact, Fu Yanye was a little moved. Even Chengqing and Chengli could use knife and fork. How much time has they passed?

"The words have been brought."

The executive went down to reply to him.

Fu Yanye took a sip of red wine and turned to look at him, "What about?"

"Then? I didn't see my wife, it was the door opened by Mr. Zhuang."

The executive said.

Fu Yanye instantly narrowed his eyes and asked for a while: "Do you think we are waiting for her?"

"I said that, my wife should be able to hear it, but she didn't see me either."

The executive laughed.

Fu Yanye frowned and thought to himself that this woman didn't hurry up when she heard that the children were also there. Is it so important to have a meal alone with that man?

The executive saw that Fu Yanye was very angry, and thought about it, but he stopped talking.

Fu Yanye stared at him, "What?"

"It seems that there is still a lady."

"Um?"

Fu Yanye suddenly felt a little in a state of mind and made sure with him.

"The young lady is wearing formal clothes, unless she has changed her clothes, I saw someone wearing pink clothes, although she didn't see anyone's face."

“…”

Fu Yanye held the wine glass with his hands, and his narrow phoenix eyes narrowed to look at somewhere. He was very sure that Zhuo Jian would not wear the clothes upstairs.

"Mommy said there was an interviewer tonight having dinner with her."

Chengcheng suddenly said something.

Fu Yanye looked at him, and the executive looked at him too.

"What's wrong?"

Chengcheng thought to himself, why do you think of me like that?

"Why didn't you say it earlier?"

"You didn't ask."

Chengcheng shrugged, indicating that he did not understand the adult's brain circuit.

"Did she say whether the interviewer is a male or female?"

Fu Yanye stared at him and asked again.

"I think about it."

Chengcheng raised her head and looked at the roof with big eyes and thought seriously.

Fu Yanye felt that the second was like a year, and his son was a little owed to be beaten. Such a slowness did not match his temperament at all.

"Some say it's an aunt, she's a woman."

After saying that, Chengcheng tilted his head and took his juice and drank it in big mouthfuls.

"So that's the case, I'll quit first, and there's still some work left."

The executive said.

Fu Yanye didn't come, he was alone, Fu Yanye came, hey.

After he left, Fu Yanye stared at Chengcheng again, "I will talk to your mom in the future, remember to report to me."

"Ah? Do you have to report everything? What if I forget it?"

Chengcheng felt it was a bit difficult. He had to call his mother, send WeChat messages, and chat with videos every day. He could not have reported everything with Fu Yan at night.

"Then you will deduct a month's pocket money."

“…”

Chengcheng made a shocking, incomprehensible expression.

What is this?

He actually had to deduct his pocket money for a month?

Chengcheng looked at her younger brothers soon after, thinking, that's all you can do.

Who knew that soon the other side said, "All three people are deducted."

“…”

“…”

“…”

All three little guys looked at him, and in their dark eyes, one was more wronged and wronged than the other.

Fu Yanye ignored it and just said, "Hurry up and go to find her after dinner."

"Dad, you're not right."

Chengcheng said slowly.

Fu Yanye looked at him again, "Do you want to be a father?"

“…”

Chengcheng took a deep breath and felt the embarrassment from his father, whimpering.

After dinner, Fu Yanye really followed them upstairs. At the door of the private room, the three little ones looked up at their father waiting for him to give orders.

Fu Yanye just said, "Go and knock on the door."

"You two go together."

After listening, Chengcheng immediately whispered to her two younger brothers.

Chengqing Chengli nodded obediently, her eyes were full of hearing clearly, and then she went to knock on the door stupidly.

They didn't knock on the door, but they were very persistent.

Fu Yanye stood beside him and looked at his eldest son, then looked at the two little guys again.

"Mommy."

"Mommy."

The two of them quickly spoke in unison, shouting in a soft voice.

Soon, Zhuo Jian opened the door from inside, closed the door after coming out, bent over and hugged his two sons, looked at the two diagonally opposite, and asked curiously: "Why are you all here?"

Fu Yanye only looked at her but didn't speak.

Chengcheng glanced at Fu Yanye and then said, "Oh, it's dad..."

"Hongqing Chengli wants you to coax you to bed."

Fu Yanye grabbed the back of his son's neck and said lightly.

When Chengqing Chengli heard that she was so pleasant to let her mother coax her to sleep, she nodded seriously.

Zhuo Jian looked at the two of them and smiled, "Okay, it's not too early, let's go."
To be continued...