best day

"Can you close the lid after eating?" Zheng Luolai took the chocolate powder in the kitchen early in the morning. The box was not closed tightly, and the powder spilled all over the table. Count down.

After washing up in a daze, Dewey sat in the restaurant with his eyes still a little swollen.

Hearing this, he casually agreed, and then yawned big.

If two people who can't do housework at all want to live a peaceful life, there must be someone who can learn it.

Obviously, it is Zheng Luolai who is unlucky now.

He neatly brought over some suspicious breakfasts one after another, and said helplessly, "I'm also busy today, so I won't be back until tonight."

Dewey nodded: "Well, I have to go home."

Just as Zheng Luolai was about to tell him something, his cell phone rang unexpectedly. Seeing that it was a lawyer, he had to pick it up and said, "Hey, what's the matter?"

The lawyer's tone was anxious: "Mr. Zheng, there is something wrong with your registration procedures, let's meet as soon as possible."

Zheng Luolai didn't want Dewey to get involved, so he didn't ask anything: "Well, I'll go out right away, see you later."

Dewey stuffed his mouth full of eggs: "What's wrong, someone is looking for you at seven o'clock?"

Zheng Luolai smiled: "You don't understand the affairs of adults."

"Get out of here." Dewey rolled his eyes, and said seriously: "I haven't asked you yet, you sold your company in New York, what do you want to do when you return to Beijing, you do it yourself, your family doesn't Opinion?"

Zheng Luolai didn't hide anything from Ermeng, but he couldn't get along with him either: "It doesn't matter if you have an opinion, as long as my grandpa doesn't say anything, others will just pretend not to see it."

Dewey's face was a little cautious: "You really don't want to go home, does it mean that if you want to inherit something, you must get married?"

Zheng Luolai still had that choking tone: "It's not my home, I have no relatives."

Dewey said, "Why are you angry again, that's fine, that's fine, I won't mention it."

Zheng Luolai frowned for a while, and then gradually relaxed his expression: "This is my home, how many times do you have to tell me to understand? Mentally retarded."

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The place that used to be the most attached in my heart is now the most emotionally complicated.

Dewey stood at the door of the house hesitantly for a long time before he plucked up the courage to ring the doorbell.

On New Year's Eve, my dad went to work after eating the New Year's Eve dinner. He heard that he was off today, so he appeared in a sneaky way.

If she spoke so rudely that day, she probably wouldn't be greeted with a good face.

Sure enough, when Bai Xia saw it was him, she winked several times.

Du Qisheng was sitting in the living room reading the newspaper without even lifting his head.

Dewey laughed aloud: "Dad, I bought you some tea, you can try it."

Du Qisheng expressed his kindness, and then he answered.

"Don't be angry, I drank and said the wrong thing that day, so don't take it to heart." After all, Dewey is still Dewey, and he is the best at putting on shame.

Du Qisheng was also getting old, and couldn't stand such a young man holding his arm, so he finally frowned and looked at him: "I know I'm wrong?"

Dewey nodded quickly.

Du Qisheng's mind was still clear: "So you won't hang out with him anymore?"

Today Dewey just wanted to try his best to get his family to recognize Zheng Luolai, so he quickly sat up straight after hearing this: "Dad, can you stop thinking about things with that old way of thinking?"

Du Qisheng didn't get angry, instead he smiled, closed the newspaper and said, "It's not that I don't understand, but that my working environment requires my family to be stable. From another perspective, I don't think that this is a long-term solution for the two of you." , Dewey, you don't have to fool me, this matter is no small matter, not a trifle."

"I'm not kidding! Fuck, what are you going to do? Do you want to cut off relations with me?" Dewey couldn't hold back his temper: "Then tell me a solution, you and Mom still have Zheng Luolai is very important to me, and I can't bear it with anyone, are you trying to force me to death?"

Du Qisheng seemed to have changed his attitude, and took a leisurely sip of tea: "I don't care about you now, and you don't care about what I think, that's all."

Dewey couldn't advance or retreat, and his mind was muddled by the side.

He complained that he really didn't have any wrists at all, and he couldn't do anything serious.

-

Zheng Luolai was also not going well.

Originally, he did not do anything illegal, and the procedures for company registration were complete, but the Industrial and Commercial Bureau just refused to handle it. In these days of waiting for money, it is not good news at all.

After discussing with the lawyer for a while, I also knew that I had offended someone.

Zheng Luolai even knew very well who he had offended, but his self-esteem and arrogance made him not want to solve it at all.

Unexpectedly, while she was in a daze at the cafe, Zheng Songyan's phone call came in on her own initiative.

"What?" Zheng Luolai asked coldly.

Zheng Songyan put away the once heartless determination, but instead smiled: "Where are you, grandpa has something to look for you."

Hiding is definitely not an option. If I can make a living, how can I drag Dewey to suffer together?

If his parents saw that their precious son had found such a useless companion, ridicule and obstruction would be even more inevitable.

Zheng Luolai held his forehead in annoyance and said the address.

Then he dropped the phone, thinking about the possibility of the old man appearing.

The worst plan is to find a few bodyguards to arrest him and put him under house arrest.

Even if tiger poison doesn't eat children, even if Zheng Songyan is pushed into a hurry by the Du family, what can he do to himself?

Zheng Luolai silently turned on the location function of the phone, and sent a text message to Dewey: "If you're not eating at home, come find me for dinner."

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"Oh, are you in a hurry?"

Accompanied by footsteps, Zheng Songyan's old but still confident voice.

Zheng Luolai, who was distracted, quickly got up and said, "Grandpa."

Without the company of Jiang Yushang, the old man was replaced by a handsome young man to help him. He cheerfully introduced, "This is Zheng Luolai, and this is Bai Yan."

Zheng Luolai looked at the young man suspiciously, and nodded.

Bai Yansheng had a good appearance and a clean temperament, his black eyes were gentle and not flattering: "Hello."

Zheng Songyan waved his hand: "What are you doing in a daze, sit, sit."

Zheng Luolai is very familiar with this old man, every time he has some tricks, he will be very enthusiastic.

As expected, as soon as Zheng Luolai's back touched the sofa, his grandfather said, "You have been back for a while, when will you go home and help?"

Zheng Luolai directly refused: "I don't plan to go back, I have my own business."

"My old bones are useless. I don't have anyone reliable at home to help me. Sooner or later I'm going to mess up." Zheng Songyan raised her white eyebrows and lamented: "Everyone is staring at the meat in the bowl, like a wolf like a tiger, My grandson doesn't care about me, really..."

"Grandpa, what do you mean?" Zheng Luolai was not in the mood to talk nonsense with him: "You asked people to stop me from starting a company, and at the same time said these useless things. What are you going to do? You want me to be held back by you, And because of Du Qisheng? It's useless, why bother?"

Zheng Songyan put away his half-true and half-fake smile, frowned and took a sip of the coffee served by the waiter: "This stuff doesn't taste good."

After a while, he sighed: "You still complain that I didn't help you back then. Don't keep thinking about the angry words our grandpa and grandson said."

Zheng Luolai felt a little sad: "I just had a decent life, don't come and ruin my success again? I don't want a penny from you, and we don't want to have anything to do with each other."

Zheng Songyan shook his head: "I don't feel sorry for giving it, but I don't like it being robbed by others."

"Who wants to snatch you?" Zheng Luolai asked.

Zheng Songyan said: "You haven't been home for a long time, and you don't know what's going on at home. Grandpa really wants you to come back to do things this time. As long as I don't let them separate me before I close my eyes, I will give you A good result."

I don't know if what the old man said is true or not, or if he has really taken a fancy to his indifference to his property.

Zheng Luolai didn't ask much, but said, "My good result is Dewey."

Zheng Songyan smiled: "As long as you can do it, your good result is that you can control your own destiny, and you can have both."

Zheng Luolai didn't speak.

Zheng Songyan patted Bai Yan who was always smiling by his side: "This is your assistant, he can help you, and me, you can trust him."

Bai Yan rolled his eyes towards Zheng Luolai, and his smile was as simple as if he didn't know what scheming was.

Zheng Luolai sorted out his thoughts secretly, and clenched the coffee cup in front of him.