best day

For Zheng Luolai, living with others is absolutely unbearable.

Dewey's existence was an accident, which did not mean that he could accept the fact that he was under the same roof as others.

In the early morning of the next day when Bai Yan appeared, Mr. Hooligan woke up very early, and kept staring at the ceiling thinking about things with his eyes open.

On the contrary, Ermeng was still heartless. She slept until it was three o'clock in the morning, then stretched lazily, and asked in a vague voice, "Why didn't you call me? What time is it..."

Zheng Luolai put down the lighter he had been playing with, suddenly turned over and put his arms around him and asked, "Have you rested well?"

The warmth of body temperature made Dewey very nostalgic for sleepiness, and he hummed weakly, as if he was about to fall asleep again.

Zheng Luolai reached out and pinched the tip of his nose: "Er Meng."

Dewey's eyes finally showed a slit: "What are you doing?"

Zheng Luolai stood up: "Do you have to know the beginning and the end of everything?"

Dewey wondered, "What's the matter?"

Zheng Luolai smiled ambiguously, and her slender fingers touched his waist vaguely like playing the piano.

The tortured Dewey immediately grabbed the quilt vigilantly, and rolled to the foot of the bed like a rice dumpling: "Aren't you going to work, hurry up, hurry up!"

Zheng Luolai has admired countless beautiful people's bodies, but he only likes to play with Dewey like this. Seeing him goofy because of a sentence or two, his heart will be as warm and clean as if it was exposed to the sun.

He couldn't imagine his life without this guy.

A few rays of morning light penetrated into the room through the cracks in the undrawn curtains, dyeing Ermeng's eyelashes, which were trembling slightly because she was pretending to be asleep, into a faint golden color.

Zheng Luolai watched in silence for a few seconds, then called him: "Dewey."

Sure enough, Dewey twisted his brows into a tangled shape, and said angrily: "I want to sleep! If you play hooligan again, I will beat you!"

But Mr. Hooligan did not solve the problem with actions as usual, but said unexpectedly and gently: "I love you."

Now Dewey was stunned, and after a long while he said embarrassedly, "Why are you so disgusting..."

Zheng Luolai lay on the pillow again and looked at him smiling, smiling without saying a word.

Dewey finally approached him, kissed his face, and then stroked his hair with satisfaction.

Zheng Luolai naturally kissed his lips again, while pressing Dewey's wrist, he went to get KY on the bedside table.

But before his hand touched the bottle, there was a knock on the door.

Then came Bai Yan's clear and gentle voice: "Mr. Zheng, are you awake? Breakfast is ready, and we have to go to the company for a meeting soon."

Zheng Luolai's tolerance for him immediately became below zero, he sat up suddenly, picked up the lubricant, and slammed it hard at the door.

A loud bang.

Dewey seemed to have nothing to do with himself, laughing and watching the excitement was no big deal.

Unexpectedly, Bai Yan was not dissatisfied at all, and said quietly outside the door: "Excessive indulgence is not good for your health, have you forgotten about the surgery?"

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There are many seeds of evil in the human heart, such as jealousy, laziness, and arrogance.

Among them, greed is also included.

In the face of supreme money and status, who cares about feelings?

Standing behind Bai Yan, Zheng Luolai watched him slowly push open the door of the conference room, and looked at those well-dressed relatives who were connected with his blood and sat inside, and it took him several seconds to smile.

He originally thought that all this would eventually belong to him, but he didn't expect it to become a reality, but he faced it with this kind of mood.

Stepping on the carpet with big strides, she came to Zheng Songyan's seat at the very end, and sat down slowly.

Zheng Luolai opened the folder and laid it flat on the table, curled the corners of his mouth: "Long time no see."

Fortunately, my father is not here, so there is a lot less embarrassment.

There was a strange silence in the meeting room, and it took a long time for a well-dressed woman who was closest to him to show a friendly look: "Luolai, why is it you, grandpa?"

She was Zheng Luolai's aunt, Zheng Jiawei, and she was the one who completely pissed off the old man this time.

Capable and eager, after waiting for a long time, I can't help but stretch my hands where I shouldn't.

Bai Yan stood beside him with a straight figure, and replied in a very arrogant tone: "Mr. Zheng has given Mr. Zheng full authority to manage the company's affairs. This is the power of attorney signed by him, so today's meeting will be held by Zheng Luo." Mr. Lai presides over everyone."

When Zheng Luolai returned to Beijing a few years ago, he had just graduated and hadn't done anything serious yet.

Later, he had a falling out with his grandfather over a relationship and hid in New York.

In the final analysis, he has never had serious contact with the family business at all, besides, who here is not more qualified than him?

Sure enough, as soon as Bai Yan finished speaking, the uncles and aunts who had rushed back from all over the world couldn't help but exchange glances.

Zheng Luolai said very calmly: "I know that you have many opinions. We will discuss those trivial matters in private. The main reason for calling you here today is to inform Grandpa of your future work arrangements."

After reading a thin document, several families were happy and others were sad.

Fortunately, Zheng Luolai was no longer a young man, with a neither humble nor overbearing attitude, polite and thoughtful, and did not cause any conflicts until the end of the meeting in the evening.

Bai Yan still had his unique smile on his face as he watched the group of wealthy people leave without showing any signs of expression, and then he looked at Zheng Jiawei who stayed behind with a livid face and bent his eyes.

After tidying up the papers on the table, Zheng Luolai raised his head and asked, "Is there anything else?"

"Not even calling aunt?" Zheng Jiawei asked back.

Zheng Luolai shrugged his shoulders: "Didn't Grandpa say that you can't talk about personal matters in the company?"

Zheng Jiawei asked again: "What does it mean to suspend me?"

Zheng Luolai replied: "Grandpa said you are too tired, let you rest for a while."

Zheng Jiawei sneered: "I'll go find her."

After speaking, he stood up.

Zheng Luolai said indifferently: "Is it useful for you to go?"

Zheng Jiawei stared into his eyes suddenly: "Didn't your parents teach you to be honest?"

Zheng Luolai said coldly: "My parents didn't teach me anything, but I am neither as weak as my father nor as impatient as my mother. You have no hope of repeating the old tricks."

"Remember it!" Zheng Jiawei didn't pay attention to this child at all, picked up his expensive handbag, stepped on high heels and hurried out.

Bai Yan suddenly smiled: "If you go against the tiger's hair, your life will be difficult. Old Mr. Zheng said not to talk to her."

Zheng Luolai threw the document into his hand and didn't speak.

Bai Yan said softly: "So find out her financial problems as soon as possible and solve them quickly."

Zheng Luolai glanced at him indifferently: "I said that I don't need you to do things, and you are not allowed to step into my house from now on."

Bai Yan bent his eyes: "Why are you angry again?"

Zheng Luolai said: "I didn't want to talk to you when Dewey was here yesterday. Now you can come up with whatever nonsense you have. My answer is, get out of here."

Bai Yan tilted his head: "It doesn't matter if you don't stay here."

Hearing this, Zheng Luolai immediately walked out, dialing Chen Lu's phone number while walking.

At times like this, he would not hesitate to ask for any help.

Compared with self-esteem, the proud and lonely rogue-sama has found something more important.