The past few days have been busy and fulfilling.

Under Gu Chen's guidance, Weng Qiange also gradually learned some business experience.

"I'm going to the site in the afternoon."

During lunch, Gu Chen picked up all the slightly fatty meat from Weng Qiange's bowl and put it into his own bowl.

Weng Qiange was slightly startled, remembering his childhood.

Gu Chen, who had just arrived at the Weng family, didn't like to talk, especially when facing her.

Weng Qiange is a picky eater and won't eat meat as long as it has a little fat in it.

She picked it out and Gu Chen put it into his bowl without saying a word.

When Weng Qiange saw it, he immediately jumped up and pointed at Gu Chen and cursed.

"Little beggar, what are you doing?"

Gu Chen panicked, "I...don't you want to eat?"

"ha!"

Weng Qiange felt insulted, "I didn't even tell you what I didn't eat! I don't want you to touch my things! They're so dirty!"

"Chika!"

Zuo Yun stopped his daughter, "Don't talk to your brother like that!"

"What kind of brother is he to me?"

Weng Qiange was used to being arrogant and did not take his mother's words seriously at all.

"You're a little beggar, your mother is a concubine from Twelfth Street! Does your mother know which man gave birth to you?

He is also worthy of being my brother!"

"shut up!"

Weng Hua, the always loving father, stood up quickly, raised his arms, and looked about to slap Weng Qiange.

"Hua Qing!"

Zuo Yun was so anxious that he shook his head.

"don't want!"

Weng Huaqing held it back for a long time, and his raised arms trembled violently.

The beating didn't go down, but the anger didn't go away.

"How could I raise a daughter like you! Where did all the reading go?"

Weng Qiange was knowledgeable and reasonable, but Weng Qiange failed to do the latter.

Weng Qiange didn't expect that her father would treat her like this. He was so young and felt so aggrieved that he left his job and ran upstairs.

"Don't eat any more! Eat well with your son!"

"return!"

Weng Qiange has disappeared without a trace. Where will he come back?

At the dinner table, Gu Chen lowered his head and shoveled rice into his mouth, seemingly unaffected.

Thinking of this now, Weng Qiange feels ashamed.

"What are you thinking about?"

Gu Chen tapped the rim of her bowl and said softly, "Eat it, I picked it up and it's all your favorites."

One sentence almost made Weng Qiange burst into tears.

Gu Chen didn't miss her expression, and his heart trembled, "What's wrong?

Your head hurts again?”

"..." Weng Qiange shook his head, he was confused and didn't know where to start.

He didn't even remember how bad she was.

He picked up the rice grains in the bowl with chopsticks and asked hesitantly.

"Do you think I have a bad temper? Well, I'm not kind."

"Is there any?"

Gu Chen raised his eyebrows and thought seriously.

"No way.

You are just acting coquettishly with your family members, this is normal."

He served her another bowl of soup.

"Don't think too much, eat well, you have work in the afternoon."

"Um."

Weng Qiange obediently agreed.

Gu Chen stared at her, not knowing what she thought of and suddenly asked such a question.

His answer was not to comfort her.

The fact is, Chige is a good girl.

She is very friendly to her parents, classmates, and colleagues.

All her bad temper seems to be because of him.

He is an intruder in her life. He comes from a bad background and is completely different from her.

But precisely because of this, he is an extremely special existence to her.

Gu Chen knew that he was very humble, humble to the core.

But he doesn't want to change, and he can't.

She is the girl he fell in love with at first sight, and they will be tied together for the rest of their lives.

Weng Qiange did not go with Gu Chen for the afternoon work.

She was tired from running around, and Gu Chen couldn't bear to see her work hard.

Not long after Gu Chen left, the intercom phone on the table rang.

"Hello."

Weng Qiange didn't even raise his head, he reached out and touched it.

"Mr. Weng, the front desk said that there is Ms. Ding Manding who wants to see you, but she doesn't have an appointment... She said she is your friend, so I thought of asking you."

Ding Man wants to see her?

Weng Qiange thought for two seconds and agreed.

"Let her come up."

"Okay, Mr. Weng."

After hanging up the phone, Weng Qiange put down what he was doing.

Ding Man came to find her?

What could it be for?

After a while, the secretary led Ding Man into the president's office.

Weng Qiange smiled and asked her to sit down, "Sit down.

Have some iced coffee, do you want some snacks?"

Ding Man frowned at her and shook his head impatiently.

"Where can I have such leisure as you?"

Weng Qiange was startled and his smile disappeared.

She didn't know what she was doing wrong, but Ding Man scolded her.

Treat each other with courtesy, and if the other party doesn't appreciate it, there is no need for Weng Qiange to continue to put his warm face on the other party's cold ass.

Twisting her hair, she picked up the coffee cup and drank it leisurely.

Didn't Ding Man say that she has leisure time?

You can't bear this false reputation for nothing.

At this point, Ding Man was dumbfounded.

"Weng Qiange, I didn't come to see you drink coffee."

"Um."

Weng Qiange curled her lips and smiled sarcastically, "I didn't invite you to come and see either."

"!"

Ding Man paused and smiled coolly.
To be continued...