Qianjin is too flirtatious: Young Master Shen, don't pester me

After Shen Murong finished shopping, she drove home to pick up Qiang Zi, left a note for Hong Yan, and then drove to the pier.

There is a pier near the sea in City H, where many fishing boats are densely parked. This is Shen Murong's hometown.

Although it is also in City H, it seems to be centuries away from the life of the upper class.

The fishermen eat and live on the boats. Although many of them have houses, they finally find it more convenient to live and eat on the fishing boats.

As soon as Qiangzi arrived at the dock parking lot, he went crazy. As soon as he got out of the car, he ran towards the dock. He didn't forget to turn somersaults on the way, and jumped onto a boat parked on the shore.

Soon a few people ran out from several nearby boats, each with dark and shiny skin, they walked towards Shen Murong's car with a smile, and took out things from the trunk.

"Rongrong, it's not the end of the month yet, why is this month so early? Has something happened?"

"It's nothing. I have something to go out to deal with, so I want to send Qiangzi over, and I don't want him to stay in Shen's house."

"Did the Shen family treat you badly?"

"No, uncle, it's been so many years, you still don't worry."

"Those people's hearts, I didn't tell you, you have to be careful." Shen Murong's uncle, Yu Boss, tapped his heart with his hands, with a serious face.

"Okay, uncle, I know you love me. Come and see what I bought for you?" Shen Murong opened a plastic bag, which contained several sticks of Zhonghua cigarettes.

The creases on Boss Yu's face were piled together, "Oh, you bought these for me, your aunt will scold you."

He said so with his mouth, but he grabbed the plastic bag honestly with his hand.

"I let your third uncle's house sneak in, your third aunt won't tell."

The boys who moved things laughed "hahaha".

Although Boss Yu speaks one word outside, he still listens to his wife at home. He has never been afraid of anyone in his life, but his own wife.

It is said that men who love their wives are blessed, and Boss Yu is indeed blessed. His two sons are now college graduates. One is in a foreign company and the other is in a state-owned company. Their jobs are stable, and they have found girlfriends. They will talk about marriage soon.

Everyone hurried to the side of the boat, since Shen Murong returned to her mother's house today, according to the old rules, everyone wanted to get together for a meal.

The place to eat is in Yu Da's restaurant by the river.

Shen Murong can cook, especially seafood. Steamed scallops with garlic vermicelli, baked lobster with cheese, steamed grouper, salt and pepper shrimp, and salt and pepper soft shell crab are all her specialties.

At the beginning, she was a little worried that she could not do well, but it turned out that she was completely overwhelmed. Although the soul is not Shen Murong, she still has muscle memory, and the dishes were cooked soon.

A large group of relatives sat together, drinking the wine brought by Shen Murong, and eating the cooked food she bought from the supermarket. The seafood was bought by herself for free. This meal is equivalent to improving the food for the fathers and villagers.

No wonder the former Shen Murong often ran to the pier. These fishermen are very simple people, not as difficult to deal with as those from big families.Following them together, Shen Murong's tense nerves relaxed a lot.

After eating and drinking, Shen Murong stood at the pier and explained things to Qiang Zi.

"Qiangzi, sister is going on a long trip and will be back in half a month."

"I will go wherever I go."

"You can't go, it's far away. You are following uncle and the others on the boat, do you want to be obedient?"

"No, I want to go with you."

"Qiangzi, if you don't listen to my sister, my sister will be angry."

Before Shen Murong could get angry, Mr. Qiangzi got angry. He stomped his feet and jumped onto the boat. He walked to the bow of the boat and squatted down with his arms full.

Shen Murong sighed, she didn't have time to worry about it, her plane left in the early morning, and now she was leaving for the airport.

In order not to arouse suspicion, Shen Murong didn't bring too many clothes, but he did bring a lot of money.

The key to her house in France is in the Su family's villa. It is estimated that after Ye Qiongyi's death, her belongings will be sent back to the Hou family.

Ye Li probably threw away the things that belonged to Ye Qiongyi long ago, and the house key is destined to be lost.

If Shen Murong wanted to live in her own house, she could only go to France and find someone to unlock it, but she couldn't prove that she was Ye Qiongyi, so the first thing she did was to find a lawyer to prove that she was Ye Qiongyi.

As for where to live, she doesn't have to worry about it. Can't she find a place to live if she has money?
After arriving at the airport and going through the security check, she boarded the plane soon. After entering the first-class cabin, Shen Murong took out a pen and paper and began to draw.

She has to draw several design drawings before going to France. These drawings were drawn when she first entered the industry. She can only use her own design drawings and handwriting to prove that she is Ye Qiongyi herself. DNA, she has nothing to do with Ye Qiongyi.

The plane stopped at Charles de Gaulle Airport in France, and Shen Murong made a call immediately after leaving the airport.

"Bonjour, Charles."

Charles is a well-known barrister in Paris, with one-tenth of Chinese blood, a little Chinese.

"I'm Ye Qiongyi." After such a long time, Shen Murong first called her by the name she used in the first half of her life.

"I-oh my god where have you been, I emailed and no response."

"Something happened to me. I'm at the airport now. Can you come pick me up? I lost my house keys."

"No problem, I'll be right over."

Half an hour later, the tall and burly Charles appeared in the pick-up hall. He kept looking for Ye Qiongyi in the crowd, but he did not see Ye Qiongyi.

Shen Murong stepped forward, "Charles, I am Yi you are looking for."

Charles looked up and down at the person in front of him who looked completely different from Ye Qiongyi, "You are Yi? Impossible."

Ye Qiongyi continued to chat with Charles skillfully in French, "I am Yi, although you don't know me, but I can prove myself."

She dug out the blueprint she had just drawn on the plane from her backpack.

"Look, this is my first one; this is my award-winning one. Although it's the second painting, I believe you know my style. You can tell if you just look at it."

Charles flipped through the design drawings and looked at Shen Murong again, with a puzzled look on his face.

Shen Murong continued, "The first time we met was at an auction. I am number 22 and you are number 35. Do you remember?"

"Of course I remember, let me ask you. The heart of the ocean was auctioned at that auction, right?"

"No, that auction was about emeralds."

"Are you really Yi?"

"I'm Yi, something terrible happened to me, that's why I look like this. You can ask anything about me, even about the winery and real estate I invested in France. For details, I will Maybe I don’t remember, but I promise to remember all the big things.”

"Okay, let's eat and talk. Where to eat?"