Chapter 102 Going to the Hillside Villa

It was twelve o'clock noon when we finished the auto show.

For lunch, they found a mutton hotpot restaurant in the alley. Alina spoke in Beijing dialect, which made Liang Weining want to laugh. He asked her how she learned to speak so vividly.

"Do you know how long I have been in the capital?"

The girl said nothing and waited for her to continue.

Alina poured tea into a hot cup, and said the number in a smooth and flowing manner: "Eight years."

Twenty-six this year.

By this calculation, you went north as soon as you became an adult?
"I had poor grades since I was young. When I turned 18, I followed my parents to Beijing. The three of us worked to earn money. Logically, we shouldn't have starved to death. But as luck would have it, we barely managed to make it for three years. When we couldn't make it anymore, we were ready to pack up and go back home in disgrace.

I definitely won’t accept that. They can come back if they want. Anyway, I’m destined to be a second-generation migrant worker in Beijing. There’s nothing shameful about it.”

At this point, Alina looked at her suspiciously: "You don't like meat?"

Liang Weining glanced at the bowl, which was full of vegetables.

"I drank too much last night, so I want something light."

Say it earlier.

"Then we should go to Sanheng Street."

After taking two sips of tea, Liang Weining reminded him, "Think about the transfer."

"Don't think about it."

Alina was eating her meat and calmly said, "Go to the marketing department."

Some surprises.

However, Liang Weining did not ask the reason.

After eating and drinking, while waiting for a bus at the entrance of the alley, Alina took out a mirror to touch up her makeup and said bluntly: "I have made up stories about you countless times in my mind. I think the 'celebrity' around Mr. Chen is just average."

The girl smiled but said nothing.

The other party continued: "Actually, if you think about it carefully, you are much better than me."

At least, no matter whether it is by beauty or strength, someone who can win over a figure like Mr. Chen should not be underestimated.

Sometimes, the value of a financial sponsor goes far beyond satisfying the vanity of material needs.

The most important thing is to know what you want.

Before getting in the car, Alina thanked the girl and wished her a bright future, financial freedom and true love as soon as possible.

Treat her as Mr. Chen's kept lover.

Liang Weining didn't explain, but nodded seriously, "You too."

At the intersection, a taxi drove away in a cloud of dust, and then a black business car slowly pulled over.

The girl got in the car.

In the front seat, the driver tilted his head slightly and said, "Mr. Chen ordered that you be taken directly to the villa halfway up the mountain."

Eastern suburbs.

"Is he done?"

The driver started the car and said with a humble smile: "You can ask him yourself."

Oh.

The people under Mr. Chen seem to be like air on the surface, but they actually know everything very well.

Looking at the street scene receding outside the window, Liang Weining recalled the auto show in the morning.

There is a domestic tram with good value for money.

I started thinking about whether I can buy the third generation of the same series next year.

Open the bank app and take a look at your deposits. If nothing unexpected happens, you will have no pressure to buy a car next year.

As for the old couple, they got angry every time I sent money home. As for my best friend, they agreed to share the six million equally, but the atmosphere dropped to freezing point when they talked about money.

One by one, she has money but just can't spend it.

Liang Weining was distressed.

Do you think she is poor?
Half an hour later, the car arrived at the villa halfway up the mountain.

I've been in Beijing for two weeks and this is my first time here.

While the driver was parking the car, the housekeeper came up to her, called her "Miss Wei Ning", and asked if she wanted to go upstairs to rest for a while, as she had to give a remote lesson to the young master of Pok Fu Lam at around 3 pm.

If she hadn't mentioned it, she would have almost forgotten it. Josie stayed in the harbor, feeling lonely, while her father and his girlfriend were far away in Beijing, living happily and carefree. What a poor child.

I feel a little guilty inside.

After lunch break, connect to remote video.

The young man's handsome features came into view, and he seemed to have lost weight. Liang Weining sent a private message to Uncle Ming asking if he had been missing his family too much recently and had a poor appetite.

Uncle Ming replied: [The young master joined the school football team and trained for seven days. He lost weight, but he is much stronger than before.]

It turned out to be the case.

Liang Weining felt relieved.

The class ended at five in the afternoon.

Just as she was about to close the video, Josie suddenly had an idea, "Sister Ning, I want to visit your house."

house.

"It's your dad's, not mine." Liang Weining corrected.

The boy disagreed: "What's the difference?"

At the age of eleven, one’s thoughts are very simple.

She went upstairs with the tablet, and the camera went all the way from the second floor to the top floor.

While walking, Liang Weining explained to the boy what personal property, pre-marital property, and joint property of the couple after marriage are.

After listening, Josie came to a conclusion.

"So Pok Fu Lam is also Daddy's personal property. I am just a temporary resident."

amount.

This idea of ​​drawing inferences from one example is not a good one.

Pointing the camera at himself, Liang Weining said seriously: "What I just said only applies to relationships between men and women. You are your father's son, and you are his direct relatives. You are relatives, and you are still young and have no financial ability. From a legal perspective, it is natural for you to live at home, and it does not count as a guest."

"When I can earn money to support myself in the future, will I move out?" the boy asked.

The topic gradually turned sad.

She knew that as Josie grew older, she would become more and more sensitive about her identity as an "adopted child."

After all, Daddy will get married and have his own children.

Liang Weining sighed imperceptibly and stepped onto the open-air leisure platform on the top floor. He looked out at the mountains in the distance. The villa area halfway up the mountain was like an isolated white castle. Far away from the hustle and bustle of the city, it was built with money in a low-key manner. The land under his feet was worth 3 million yuan.

Last year, I was still struggling with my graduation thesis and was getting bald. This year, I have become the lover of a wealthy man in Hong Kong.

Misnomer.

She smiled, as if there were no words that could accurately describe the relationship between her and Mr. Chen.

Thinking of this, Liang Weining looked at Josie and said, "No matter how many members Pokfulam adds in the future, you must remember that you will always be your daddy's child, and he will always love you."

The boy blushed when his true feelings were touched.

Sister Ning's serious words dispelled many of his concerns.

It was getting late, so the housekeeper sent someone to ask if we wanted to have dinner on time.

After hearing this, Josie politely said "goodbye" to her and hung up the video.

Liang Weining was having dinner alone tonight. He took out his cell phone and hesitated several times, wondering whether he should call Mr. Chen. After thinking about it for a while, he gave up.

He is very busy.

Don't disturb them casually.

It was not until nine o'clock in the evening that Liang Weining felt sleepy. He yawned and divided the pages of the half-read book. After putting it back on the bookshelf, he went up the spiral staircase to the bedroom on the second floor, went into the bathroom to wash up, and prepared to go to bed.

The large bathtub reminded her of the dream she had last night.

The auricle feels hot.

I haven't seen you for a whole day, since I woke up this morning.

It's not that I feel lost, I just remind myself all the time not to take it too seriously. Mr. Chen puts official business first, and such a large listed group must take precedence over personal matters.

Thinking of this, my tired body after bathing faded away, my mind became clear, and I soon fell into a deep sleep.

In the second half of the night, I was embraced in the man's warm arms in a daze.

The familiar cold fragrance was mixed with a hint of alcohol, and the hot breath fell on her eyebrows, temples, cheeks, and slowly moved down to her soft lips.