Don't be a secretary to a genius

Aunt Huang said: "Ma'am, don't be brave, every time I throw it away, don't you pick it up secretly?"

Jing Zhenzhu shook her hand, and the scissors deviated from the direction, and a big gap was cut in the potted plant in front of her.

She threw the scissors on the ground, looked at Aunt Huang and said angrily, "Pay my tree!"

Aunt Huang: "I still have a lot of things to do, I put my things in the bedroom!" After finishing speaking, she turned around and left.

Jing Zhenzhu washed her hands and went back to the room, there was an extra painting on the table.The format is small, the size of a medium computer screen.

The author of the painting is You Qian, the mysterious painter who is highly sought after by the upper class.

Others treat You Qian's paintings extremely dearly, wishing they could make three layers of protection inside and outside, and be kept and escorted by a special person, so it is impossible to just pretend it and send it to others by express.

Next week is Jing Zhenzhu's 62nd birthday, and it was delivered just in time for her birthday.

Jing Zhenzhu picked it up and took a look, then threw it into the cabinet.

She held the cabinet door with her hands, her eyes full of resentment, and she said to herself: "You don't even want your own daughter, why are you pretending to send things to me, an old lady?"

The world only knows that You Qian is a talented painter, but they don't know that she was an ordinary person more than 20 years ago, with an ordinary job and a family.Unusually, more than 20 years ago, her partner, also a woman, gave birth to a daughter through medical intervention.

In those days, such things were rare.

And this famous painter used to be Jing Zhenzhu's most trusted secretary.Such a wise and calm person, for the sake of his dream, he left as soon as he said.It is not an exaggeration to say that she "abandoned her wife and son".

Jing Zhenzhu trembled with anger whenever she thought of how her only daughter followed You Qian's footsteps and how desperate she was.

She covered her heart, slowly sat down on the chair, closed her eyes and took a few deep breaths.

Fortunately, when the two of them left one after another, Jing You was less than one year old.

Jing Zhenzhu would rather lie to her granddaughter that her parents are dead than let her know that she has two such irresponsible mothers.

But Jing You's eyes resembled that woman so much that every time Jing Zhenzhu saw her granddaughter, she would think of - where in the world did the two of them live comfortably and comfortably.

On the desk, the desk lamp emits a warm yellow light.

Jing You was lying on the table with his chin resting on the back of his hands, and his eyes fell on a small black mole.

At that time, You Qian would occasionally hug Jing You and tell her about a cartoon on TV. Although the frequency was not many, Jing You, who was less than one year old, still remembered the protagonist of that cartoon—a little mole.

Jing You was stunned for a while, then put the little mole in front of him back to its original position, and got up to take a bath.

This little mole was given by Jiang Shengyan a while ago.

Only Jiang Shengyan took Jingyou's liking for the little mole to heart, as long as he saw it somewhere, he would bring it back and give it to her.

The ninth day of the eighth lunar month.

Mrs. Jing's birthday party was held at Shuitian Villa.

Shuitian Villa is located on Qingbai Mountain, [-] kilometers west of Yancheng.Whenever it rains, the top of Qingbai Mountain is shrouded in clouds and mist, just like the nine heavens in fairy tales.

Jing Zhenzhu actually prefers places with a youthful vibe, and she doesn't admit that she is an old lady.

But birthdays are meant to be seen by others, and the most important thing is that the guests like them.In her capacity, the meaning of birthday is not just one year older.Which guests are invited to the banquet, how to arrange the seats, and what gifts are given by the guests are all particular.

There are two stone pillars reaching the sky at the entrance of the villa, which is magnificent.A huge stone plaque connects the two stone pillars, and the four characters "Shuitian Villa" are engraved on the plaque.There was light rain in the sky, and a layer of fog floated on the mountain.

Seeing this scene for the first time, I am afraid that I have traveled to a world of martial arts.

If you want to reach the main banquet hall, you must first pass through a long and straight wooden corridor. The wooden corridor is located on the lake, and the raindrops fall on the verdant lake, creating tiny ripples.

The mist is vast, like a fairyland in Penglai.

In the banquet hall, among the crowd in formal attire, Jing Zhenzhu stood out the most.

She is wearing a red Chinese dress, with auspicious patterns drawn with gold embroidery thread on the cuffs and neckline. The pattern has been simplified, combining traditional craftsmanship with modern aesthetics, which is luxurious and stylish.

In Chinese people's minds, eight and nine have auspicious meanings, and these two numbers are occupied in Jingzhu's birthday, and the guests who came in took it as a pact, wishing the old lady a blessing like the East China Sea, and a long life like a pine and cypress.

As today's protagonist, Jing Zhenzhu didn't just sit and wait for people to congratulate her, but walked around from time to time to exchange greetings with the guests.It's as if this isn't a birthday party, but just a happy gathering among old friends.

At this time, a middle-aged man with a big belly stepped into the threshold.This man's face was shiny with oil, and he had a pair of protruding ears, very much like a pig's head offered to worship the gods.

After the big pig head glanced around in the hall, he came to Jingzhuzhu.

"Jing Dong, long time no see." The big pig nodded and bowed, with a very attentive attitude.

Jing Zhenzhu responded with a smile: "Welcome."

The big pig head did not immediately go to his seat, but said to Jing Zhenzhu as if asking for credit: "Jing Dong, ever since I received your invitation letter, I have been thinking about finding a good gift for your birthday. , I managed to take a picture of a big celebrity a while ago, I hope you like it."

Jing Zhenzhu nodded with a smile, "Boss Han has a heart."

The big pig head did not intend to stop talking, and continued: "That star painter named You Qian, Dong Jing, knows? What I photographed is the only painting she has on Proda Island."

only?

Jingzhu's eyelids twitched, but what a coincidence, the one she received two days ago was also sent from that island.

Galleries and auction houses use this kind of gimmick to deceive people who are stupid and rich, and they deceive every one.

The smile on Jing Zhenzhu's face remained the same, but her voice was a little heavier, and she said, "Mr. Han, please sit down!"

Giving her such a congratulatory gift is purely an embarrassment.But outsiders don't know the secrets of the Jing family, so she can't get angry because of it, she can only make herself angry.

As the only granddaughter of Mrs. Jing, Jing You has to stand at the gate of the courtyard and be responsible for welcoming guests from all walks of life.

In order not to steal the old lady's limelight, Jingyou is wearing a very simple smoke blue dress today, the skirt hangs down to the ankle.Even so, it is still too beautiful to look sideways.

Standing under the tile eaves, it is clear that she is the lady in the boudoir of the scholarly family in ancient times.

Jing You tried hard to maintain a smile on his face, but he was already impatient in his heart.

If it weren't for Jiang Shengyan greeting the guests and comforting her, even if today was grandma's birthday party, she would have given up on it.

It was already an hour after the guests were seated one after another.

Jing You rubbed his neck, looked at Jiang Shengyan and muttered in a low voice: "When I reach grandma's age, I don't want to hold any birthday banquet, it's really troublesome."

Jiang Shengyan joked: "Anyway, it will be your grandchildren who will be in trouble, not you."

Jing You said solemnly: "I don't know how to have sex with others, how can I have grandchildren?"

Intercourse, an elegant term for emotional matters.

Jiang Shengyan was just joking, but he didn't expect Jing You to say such blushing words without any concealment, and he was stunned for a long time, not knowing what to say.

And the focus of attention is entirely on the four words "can't have sex".

Jiang Shengyan was silent for a while, then asked, "Why?"

Jingyou: "What why?"

Jiang Shengyan coughed a few times, and said, "Why don't you have sex with others..." She really couldn't ask, so she had to swallow the question back to her stomach.

"It's okay, let's go in." She said.

Jing You cast a puzzled look at Jiang Shengyan.

Jiang Shengyan put both hands on Jingyou's shoulders from behind, and urged: "Go in quickly, the chairman should be waiting inside."

Jing You frowned, "Secretary Jiang, you've been acting strange recently."

"Nothing, how could I be surprised? It's not the same as before!" Jiang Sheng said with a guilty conscience, and his words were much more verbose than before.

Jing You: "It's really strange."

Jiang Sheng said: "..."

After the two entered the banquet hall, they both sat down on the round table next to the main table.

Not long after, Jing Zhenzhu said with a smile: "Thank you for the honor of attending my old lady's birthday party. Everyone here has old friends who have known me for decades, and there are new friends who have known me for less than a year. Under the same roof, it’s all fate. Don’t be cautious, just treat it as a gathering of friends, take a leisurely meal, and if the friends are happy, so will I, the host.”

A gray-haired old man with glasses on the main table said with a smile: "I have known Zhuzhu for more than 30 years, and now I am an old man. Zhuzhu is still so young, God is partial!"

Jing Zhenzhu laughed heartily, and said, "I'm so happy that the old brother praised me!" There was no coddling or politeness, and there was a sense of heartiness.

Most of the self-made women in that era had the ambition not to give up until they reached their goals and the brute force not to look back until they hit the south wall.

When Jing Zhenzhu was young, she was a character that terrified many people, but now that she is older, she is much softer than before.

Several of you here are opponents who fought to the death and life decades ago, and now they can retire together in harmony.

Jiang Shengyan gestured to the waiter and began to serve the dishes.

The dishes of Shuitian Villa are very unique, each dish is linked to the world of martial arts, and the names are such as "Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon", "Yin Yang Bagua Formation", "Lingbo Weibu".Among them, the "Yin Yang Eight Diagrams Formation" is actually a bowl of healthy black sesame paste boiled glutinous rice balls.

The weather is beautiful, and the sky outside has cleared up.

After the luncheon, the guests can go to the courtyard to drink tea, play chess, go fishing, enjoy the scenery, and wait for the national quintessence performance in the evening.

Celebrating birthdays is just an excuse, and providing such an occasion for everyone to connect with each other and learn from each other is the main course of today.

The blue waves are rippling, and there are many red carps swaying and shuttling in the lake, big and small, fat and thin.

Jing You sat in the pavilion in the middle of the lake and fed the fish continuously, feeling bored.

Jiang Shengyan wiped the sweat off Jingyou's forehead and asked, "Is it very hot?"

Jing You's eyebrows were knit together and could not be stretched.

"I have banquet syndrome."

Jiang Shengyan couldn't help but laugh, "Why are you still acting like a child?" in a doting tone.

"I've always been like this."

Jing You said suspiciously: "Secretary Jiang, you are indeed a little strange."

Jiang Sheng was dumbfounded, and after a long silence, he said, "It's too hot, I'm going to pour a cup of tea for the boss."

Jing You raised his arm and said, "The sleeves are too long, please help me roll them up first."

Jiang Shengyan helped Jing You roll up his sleeves like he was serving his ancestors, before turning around and walking out of the pavilion.

Outside the pavilion, a woman in her thirties blocked Jiang Shengyan's way.

"Sheng Yan, do you remember me?"

The turmoil in Jiang Shengyan's eyes was fleeting. She remembered that this was Qi Yanyan, her junior high school classmate.

The contemptuous smile on Qi Yanyan's lips was obvious.

She said: "Sheng Yan, it's tiring to wait on the saddle, isn't it? How about I talk to your boss and let you accompany me to catch up on the old days, so I can take a rest."

When Qi Yanyan was in junior high school, she felt that Jiang Shengyan was a downright annoying person.

In terms of study, Jiang Shengyan is the first in every exam, and she can only be ranked second. The difference between the two is tens of points every time; Her father is the mayor, and her father is a contractor, still no match.

But then... Jiang Shengyan had nothing to be jealous of.

It's even different now, she is the wife of the president, and Jiang Shengyan is just a little secretary.