bookrandom Chapter 142 That scene is so beautiful
Chapter 142 That scene is so beautiful
It was half an hour later when Jiang Qianxun returned home with Aunt Lan.
Because of the trip to the supermarket, Jiang Qianxun was in a bad mood and didn't want to stay alone in the room, so she simply took the remote control, raised the TV screen, and continued to watch her palace fighting drama while watching Aunt Lan open a durian for her.
Aunt Lan has a good eye for picking fruits. She was able to open a not-so-big durian and extract five petals.
Aunt Lan took the plate and put one of the petals on it and gave it to her.
"Miss, durian is nutritious. You can have it for your midnight snack tonight. But don't eat it too often. You are pregnant with twins, and it is not good for the fetuses to be too big. Our lead dancer Sister Qin said that if the fetuses are too big, pregnant women will easily develop stretch marks on their belly, and it will also be difficult to give birth naturally."
As she said that, Aunt Lan went to the kitchen and got out a spoon, as well as a glass of milk for her, then sighed.
"It's a pity that I have never given birth, and I don't have much experience in serving the lady before, so I can't give you more good advice. If there is an experienced person to guide me, I will feel more at ease."
Jiang Qianxun took the spoon and looked at Aunt Lan: "Aunt Lan, I'm not afraid that you will laugh at me for being blunt. You don't have a child, and I don't have a mother. You love me like your own daughter, and I also treat you like my mother. In this world, no experience can compare to a mother's love for her daughter. Don't worry about it."
As she said this, she scooped a spoonful of durian flesh and stuffed it into her mouth.
Well, the durian flesh is also very fresh. Aunt Lan has an amazing eye for picking fruits.
"Really...really?" Aunt Lan was flattered: "Since the eldest lady said so, then I really have to take advantage of you and take care of you as if you were my own daughter."
Jiang Qianxun swallowed the durian in her mouth, picked up the milk next to her, and nodded with a smile.
Aunt Lan smiled happily and glanced at her little girl's belly. She also saw that the leader of the group had turned sharing her eldest son's daily life into a large-scale blind date meeting. She generously posted her son's photos and personal information, and warmly invited everyone to introduce a future daughter-in-law to her.
Aunt Lan thought about it, typed a few words in reply, and suddenly looked at Jiang Qianxun.
"So, Miss, when are you going to find a father for my two unborn babies? Or why don't you take a look at our lead dancer Aunt Qin's son? I heard that he works as an assistant in a big company. His family has a house and a car. He's a nice guy, too. How do you describe him online? A sunny and cheerful boy."
When Jiang Qianxun saw the enlarged image of the handsome boy on Aunt Lan's phone, the milk in her mouth gushed out with a "puff".
"Cough cough cough..."
"Miss, are you okay?" Aunt Lan saw that she was choking and hurried over to help her calm down.
Jiang Qianxun choked a few times, then recovered her breath and took out a tissue to wipe the milk off the corner of her mouth: "I'm fine, it's just that this photo is too scary."
Aunt Lan was worrying about her marriage, and she unexpectedly ran into him. What a small world this is.
Auntie Lan stopped patting her on the back and looked puzzled: "What's wrong with this photo? Our lead dancer son is quite good-looking, isn't he? He has delicate features and a kind face."
Jiang Qianxun held his forehead with his hand: "I'm afraid that Mr. Zhou's boss is not very kind."
Aunt Lan was surprised: "How do you know his last name is Zhou? Do you know him?"
"Chief Xing's assistant."
Aunt Lan: "...That's really scary."
Mr. Xing's child calls his assistant "Dad". The picture is so beautiful that she dares not think about it.
Forget it, forget it. I'll just leave my daughter's marriage to herself.
Aunt Lan silently gave up the idea and replied in the group that she would lead the dance.
[I’m sorry, Aqin, I guess I can’t introduce that girl. ]
In the group, before the lead dancer Axin replied, the lead dancer's cousin typed a reply. Although the tone was not very good, it was not as sarcastic as before.
[Who is it? You have such high standards? You are not introducing my cousin's son's boss's wife to him, are you?]
Aunt Lan twitched her lips and thought to herself, it's true. At this moment, a phone call came in.
Seeing the caller ID, Aunt Lan ignored the people in the group and answered the phone with a smile.
"Old Jiang, it's so late, why haven't you slept yet?"
"Well, there is urgent work to be done. Yulan, come out and open the door."
ten minutes later.
Jiang Qianxun saw Uncle Jiang and Aunt Lan walking into the living room, talking and laughing. Uncle Jiang was carrying a suitcase in his hand.
Jiang Qianxun raised an eyebrow, thinking that Uncle Jiang was here to see Aunt Lan, and made a rare joke: "So Uncle Jiang's urgent work is to accompany Aunt Lan? Then I won't bother you for now."
She finished the last bite of durian and stood up to go upstairs.
Aunt Lan is her own family member, and Uncle Jiang is the head chef of Xing's family. She trusts Uncle Jiang's abilities and character, so she has nothing to worry about.
Aunt Lan is a considerate person, so everything should be fine.
Uncle Jiang put the suitcase away and looked at her respectfully.
"Director An, you misunderstood. I am really here to work. Yu Lan is taking care of three people by herself. Madam Xing is afraid that she can't cope with it, so she arranged for me to be responsible for your diet so that Yu Lan can take care of your daily life with peace of mind."
Aunt Lan was worried that she couldn't take good care of him, but when she saw the Xing family sending someone over, her dissatisfaction with Mr. Xing was slightly reduced.
"I just told Miss that I don't have enough experience and I'm afraid I can't take good care of her. It's just right that you're here. I'll have an extra helper. Miss, please let Lao Jiang stay."
Seeing Aunt Lan smiling happily, Jiang Qianxun naturally had no reason to refuse.
"Okay, I also like Uncle Jiang's craftsmanship, but let me make it clear first, I don't have any salary to pay you."
"Yulan treats you as her own daughter, so please give me some face and call me Uncle Jiang. After all, we are a family. Talking about money will hurt our feelings." When Uncle Jiang said this, his eyes fell on the middle-aged woman beside him.
When Auntie Lan heard that her little girl agreed, she happily pulled Lao Jiang's suitcase and said, "Then I'll take you to the guest room first. The eldest lady is going to rest soon, and I have to serve her later."
Uncle Jiang snatched the suitcase away and said, "I'm a grown man, there's nothing much to pack. Director An's health is more important. Go do your thing. I'll pack and prepare some food for Director An. Pregnant women tend to get hungry easily during the second trimester."
"Okay, then go by yourself."
Uncle Jiang waved his hand and dragged his luggage into the guest room on the left side of the first floor.
As soon as the door closed, he took out his cell phone and sent a text message.
Outside living room.
Uncle Jiang was not around, and the smile on Jiang Qianxun's face gradually disappeared. He got up and went upstairs to his room.
She was not in a good mood tonight, and with Uncle Jiang's arrival, she even lost the mood to watch TV. On the balcony, Tietou was feeling the cold wind, with his wings folded, and he kept shouting at her "Keep warm, keep warm", but she turned a deaf ear to him.
She just sat on the edge of the bed, her mind filled with what Uncle Jiang had just said.
Uncle Jiang said that his coming was arranged by Mrs. Xing, but Uncle Jiang is the head chef of the Xing Group. Xie Qiong will not easily interfere in the company's affairs. She knows very well who is behind it.
This man is really... fickle.
When he was interested in her, even if she was just having a threatened miscarriage, he would personally take care of her and go back to the Jiang family with her regardless of his dignity.
When he was not interested in her, he would dare to go home with another woman's hair the next day even if he had just slept with her.
She was angry. He tried to explain to her at first, but later he was too lazy to comfort her and flew abroad directly. At most he sent a chef to take care of her daily life.
I’m afraid Uncle Jiang is not taking care of her, but the baby in her belly.
After all, even if Xing Mingyu had no feelings for her, she was pregnant with the Xing family's bloodline, and nothing could happen to the child.
As for the child's mother, if he wants her, he can do it twice a week. If he doesn't want her anymore, she can just disappear.
Perhaps this is the nature of men. Even if they encounter Xing Ming, they are not immune to it.
It is precisely because he is Xing Mingyu that even if he is promiscuous, it is reasonable, right? After all, he has the ability.
Even if he gets married in the future, he can still afford to have fun.
Hey.
After all, there are quite a few such scumbags in wealthy families. On the surface, they are loving couples, but in fact they play with each other. If they play too much and something goes wrong, their wives have to clean up the mess for them and maintain their reputation for the sake of dignity.
"Miss, the bath water is ready."
Aunt Lan came over from the bathroom and interrupted Jiang Qianxun's depressed thoughts.
Realizing that she was thinking about that man again, Jiang Qianxun suppressed the disappointment on her face and forced herself not to think about it anymore.
Instead of thinking about him, you might as well think about how to arrange people to join the Chinese Group.
After her efforts over the past period of time, she has gained a certain prestige in the Huawen Group with her 30% of the shares and the Huai County project she took over. She has established a firm foothold and has the right to participate in and make decisions on all matters, big or small.
But in the end, we still have to place our own people within the group to feel at ease.
Meng Zixi and his team are about to return to China, so she has to use the Huai County project to set up a design department so that Meng Zixi and his team can be placed there.
Having something to do, Jiang Qianxun immediately perked up. She reached out to take the bathrobe handed to her by Aunt Lan, took her cell phone and turned into the bathroom.
the other side.
Jiang Wenyuan’s new home.
study.
Jiang Yinyin and Su Rourou were not at home, and the huge house was very quiet. Only Jiang Wenyuan was busy dealing with the last project at hand, trying to keep the client by changing the price, so that at least he would not lose too badly at the shareholders' meeting at the end of the year.
But the customer seemed to know the cost of his quotation, and kept pushing the price lower and lower, until he felt he could give up, and the other party finally gave in.
"Okay, then we'll take this price. Mr. Jiang, remember to finish the work on time."
Jiang Wenyuan breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that he had finally saved it.
But when he calculated the profit after deducting the cost, his net profit was less than one dollar!
The profit is less than one dollar, and there is still the risk of loss. All in all, this project is equivalent to working in vain! Who is kidding me!
"Fuck! All this work was in vain!"
He angrily slammed the calculator on the table, and before he could catch his breath, he saw new news in the shareholder group on his phone.
He opened it and saw that it was sent by Jiang Qianxun.
[Dear shareholders, in order for the Huaixian project to proceed smoothly, I suggest setting up a design department. ]
Shareholders immediately expressed their support.
Some people also said that Jiang Qianxun is a world-renowned Chinese architectural designer. If she established a design department, even if the Huaixian project is completed in the future, with her reputation, related design projects can be smoothly carried out, injecting new impetus into Huawen.
Jiang Wenyuan was so angry that he fainted, as if he had already seen how badly he would lose at the shareholders' meeting at the end of the year.
The Chinese Group is his biggest bargaining chip, how could he be willing to accept this?
【I disagree! 】
He typed out a line of words angrily.
[I don’t agree either! Huawen is short of funds now, and should focus on the projects at hand instead of these flashy face-saving projects.]
Jiang family villa.
Jiang Qianxun lay at one end of the bathtub, drinking water while looking at the information in the group. Seeing that in addition to Jiang Wenyuan, there were other people who opposed her plan, her beautiful eyes turned cold and she clicked on the avatar of the opposing shareholder.
Jiang Wen wins.
She raised her eyebrows and looked at the bubbles floating on the water. After a moment, she sneered and typed on her mobile phone.
So in the next few days, Jiang Qianxun did not return to the Xing Group. In order to set up the design department of the Huawen Group as soon as possible, she had a heated argument with the two brothers Jiang Wenyuan in the shareholder group. The answer was just one word: play.
By the way, eat some dog food from Aunt Lan and Uncle Jiang.
"Yulan, scissors are too dangerous. Let me do the pruning."
As soon as Uncle Jiang came out of the villa, he saw Aunt Lan holding a pair of sharp scissors. He immediately rushed over and tried to snatch the scissors from her hand.
Aunt Lan was amused: "How dangerous can a pair of scissors be? I'm not a three-year-old child."
"We danced square dance together for two hours this morning. Aren't your hands tired? Give them to me now."
Auntie Lan moved her right wrist and said honestly, "It's a bit tiring, but it's not a big problem. The camellias bloom every November. I trim them into various shapes every year. I've been doing this for more than ten years. I'm very skilled and it will be done soon."
Uncle Jiang saw that she disagreed, so he didn't say much. He just put his big hand where Aunt Lan's scissors fell.
Aunt Lan was helpless: "It's not that I don't want you to help, but you don't know how to trim the branches and shape them. How about this? Let me do it this year, and you watch from the side, and it's your turn tomorrow?"
When Uncle Jiang heard her propose "an appointment tomorrow", his eyes lit up and he snatched the scissors from her when she was not paying attention.
"Isn't it just shaping? I can carve patterns on a carrot the size of a finger and cut tofu into hair-like pieces. Do you think shaping a small flower garden can be difficult for me?"
As he spoke, Uncle Jiang handed Aunt Lan's phone over from the stool next to him: "If you don't believe me, you can help me take photos to record the whole process, and then post it on WeChat Moments, so that your friends can comment on my cooking skills."
After saying that, Uncle Jiang took the scissors and went to the flower garden.
Although it is early winter, the sun is shining brightly today. Uncle Jiang is wearing a white casual sweatshirt and pruning branches among the camellia bushes. The sunlight falls on his still handsome face, which not only does not show the vicissitudes of time, but instead adds a bit of maturity and stability.
Auntie Lan pointed her camera at the man and happened to record the entire scene. She couldn't help but sigh, "Old Jiang, you look quite photogenic."
After hearing this, Uncle Jiang raised a triumphant smile at the corner of his lips.
On the second floor balcony.
Jiang Qianxun took in the expressions of the two people and silently lit a candle for Aunt Lan.
Hey! Her aunt Lan is really an old white rabbit? She is being controlled by Uncle Jiang without even realizing it.
She couldn't help but imagine that if Aunt Lan had met Uncle Jiang twenty years ago, it would have been a sweet story about a sinister chef and a naive nanny.
It's a pity that there is no if in life.