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Chapter 932: No Door

"Come on, come in quickly. I've heard that you are in the capital and I haven't had time to visit you."

Oops, if a big boss pays a visit to me, isn’t this going to shorten his life?

The more polite Zhong Qinghai became, the lower Lao Zheng lowered his posture. In the end, his body turned at a 90-degree angle and his head almost dropped to the ground, which made everyone laugh.

"Please sit down, please sit down!"

Finally, the two of them stopped pushing each other and sat in the living room. Zhou Yang brought over a pot of tea and a plate of fruit.

"Please eat, please eat!"

"Hey, good, boss, please eat too."

"Don't call me leader. It's embarrassing. I should be a few years older than you. Just call me big brother."

"Oh, you're welcome then, Brother Qinghai."

The two met so late that they actually had many common topics when they chatted.

"It was because of Xiao Jian that I had the opportunity to have tea with Brother Qinghai."

"No matter where it is, it's fate, the fate of the two children."

Just as he was talking, Director Luo came in from outside and said he had a call from the boss and asked him to answer it.

Zhong Qinghai left, Zheng Yi looked around cautiously, "Xiao Jian, why don't you see Mrs. Zhong?"

"She was not at home."

"I heard from your mother that she is very difficult to get along with, and she is worried that you will be offended if you marry into the Zhong family in the future."

"My mother? When have you seen her?"

"It seems, it seems that it was the day before she left the capital. Didn't you treat her to dinner at the Guobin Hotel?"

Yin Lihua was indeed at the Guobin Hotel that day. Could it be that the two of them had already met, but her mother never told her?

Zhong Qinghai invited them to have dinner at home, and Zhou Yang volunteered to cook. However, Su Jian's presence was like the presence of the God of Cooking. In the end, she cooked four dishes and one soup, all simple home-cooked dishes.

Before Yin Lihua entered the yard, she smelled a strange fragrance.

What? They had a state banquet for dinner? Why was it so delicious?

She had no intention of coming back for dinner and having a cold war with Zhong Qinghai. She just came back to take a look and change clothes because someone asked her to play cards in the evening.

"who are you?"

Su Jian had already noticed someone coming in, but she didn't expect it to be Yin Lihua.

The smile was frozen on his face. There were guests here, and Zhong Qinghai didn't want to quarrel with her.

"They are all my guests."

"Your guest? She is also your guest?"

Su Jian was sitting inside. She didn't notice it at first. When she saw her face clearly, Yin Lihua was so surprised that she couldn't open her mouth from ear to ear.

"Why are you at my house?"

"Auntie, the meal has just been prepared. How about you come over and sit down and try my cooking skills?"

"Stop being like this, let me ask you, why are you at my house? How do you know him?" Yin Lihua said sternly.

"I have known Uncle Zhong for a long time. He is Senior Brother Zhong's father. Isn't it normal for me to know him?"

"How is it normal? I just said that you, little girl, don't look like a good person. Are you seducing my son and my husband?"

"Yin Lihua, are you crazy enough? What nonsense did you say?"

Lao Zheng quickly stood up to smooth things over, "Brother Qinghai, don't be angry. It seems that Mrs. Zhong has misunderstood Little Jane."

He was good at dancing and walked up to Yin Lihua and said with a smile, "Hello Mrs. Zhong, let me introduce myself. My name is Zheng Yi. I am the godfather of Miss Jian. This is the first time we meet. Please take good care of me!"

The big hand stretched out in front of him has a big golden tuck on the middle finger.

Vulgar! Really vulgar! Typical of the nouveau riche.

The sisters in the Jingcheng Wives Group are right. Some people are really rotten at heart. When they get rich, they want to tell the whole world that they don't know what it means to be reserved and what it means to be restrained.

"Why should I take care of you? You want to ask my old Zhong to do something? There is no way."
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