"Due to my fault, the 'One Life's One Heart' jewelry series project could not be launched smoothly. The market trends were unpredictable. It took nearly a month. Nan's Jewelry has already taken the lead and successfully promoted the product to the market."
Yu Jinwen said: "If you follow our original project plan, you should also know that our products do not have any competitive advantages in terms of design or innovation. Even if we continue to do it, I am afraid the results will not be very good."
Yu Xingyan's face was deep, "Didn't you go to Nan Weng to cooperate? Master Yuxin refused to agree to cooperate with you, and Nan Weng also refused?"
"Senior Nan Weng has not given a clear answer yet."
Yu Xingyan snorted coldly, "Nonsense, you hurt my granddaughter like that. If I were Nan Sancai, and you wanted me to cooperate with you, go ahead and make your dreams come true! Nan Sancai always protects his shortcomings and loves him very much.
My precious granddaughter, it’s even more impossible.”
Speaking of this, Mr. Yu couldn't help but sigh, and said with a wry smile: "I don't know what kind of fate this is. Nan Sancai's eldest granddaughter is actually my granddaughter-in-law. It's a pity, it's not anymore."
He couldn't help but raised his head and cursed, "Isn't this all your fault? You're a guy who doesn't know how to cherish blessings! It's been so long, have you and Xiao Song made any progress?"
Yu Jinwen pursed his lips and said nothing. Thinking of Nan Song's words "love can't stop", his heart felt blocked.
"Okay, okay, don't force the child."
The old lady walked in with washed plums and fanned her husband with a big cattail fan, "I told you a long time ago, a twisted melon is not sweet, and a broken mirror cannot be round. Fengjiao and
You still haven’t developed a good memory about Shen Liushu?”
Mr. Yu glared, "Don't mention that person surnamed Shen to me. I will get angry whenever you mention him! He has ruined my daughter's life. If it wasn't for A Jin's sake, I would have...
"
"Okay, okay, in front of the children, just say a few words less."
The old lady looked at Yu Jinwen's pale face and couldn't bear it, so she handed the fruit plate to Yu Jinwen's hand.
"Your mother is waiting for you in the room. I'm afraid she has something to tell you. Her legs haven't been feeling well lately and she refuses to go to the hospital. If you have time, go with her and take a look."
Yu Jinwen nodded and agreed.
When he entered the room with the fruit plate, Yu Fengjiao was squeezing her legs, with a look of pain on her face. Yu Jinwen's heart tightened, and he immediately withdrew his hand that was about to knock on the door and walked up quickly, "Does your leg hurt again?"
He placed the fruit plate on the coffee table, knelt down halfway, and massaged his mother's legs.
Yu Fengjiao calmed down a bit and said calmly: "It's okay. It may be because it's been cloudy and humid recently. It'll be okay in a few days."
"You keep saying this every time. Although I haven't been in Beicheng these days, I have checked the weather forecast. It has been sunny these days, and there are no cloudy days as you mentioned."
Yu Jinwen raised his head and glanced at Yu Fengjiao. Mother and son looked at each other with very similar eyes.
Yu Fengjiao looked a little unnatural and looked away.
Yu Jinwen continued to rub her legs and said in a tone of voice that said, "I will accompany you to the municipal hospital tomorrow. It's time for you to have a review."
Yu Fengjiao didn't speak for a while. Silence meant that she agreed.
She lowered her eyes and looked at her son who was kneeling in front of her, silently massaging her legs. This scene had not happened for a long time.
Suddenly remembering something, the corners of Yu Fengjiao's lips curled up slightly, "In the past three years, Xiao Song has been massaging me. Her hands are moderately heavy and the pressure is very comfortable."
"..."
Feeling disgusted, Yu Jinwen pointed his fingers and said calmly: "Then I'm afraid you won't have a chance in the future. My son's hands are neither light nor heavy. You should get used to it slowly."
Yu Fengjiao blinked her eyelids slightly, why could she hear a hint of jealousy?