Chapter 129 Your Daddy is in a Bad Mood

The rainstorm came quickly and went away quickly. Half an hour later, the sky gradually cleared up.

Liang Weining tidied her clothes and sat in the living room for a while while eating some fruit. Then she calmly went downstairs and took a taxi to the restaurant in Causeway Bay.

Old location, spicy crab under the bridge.

Arriving ten minutes early and ordering food and drinks, Liang Weining was bored and took out his phone to post an update.

Soon, Josie liked the post and sent her a private message.

[Sister Ning, can I come and play with you? ]

It was seven o'clock and people in Pokfulam should have had dinner.

Liang Weining typed: [I have no objection, but your dad may not allow it. ]

Mr. Chen is very strict and would not allow Josie to come to such a mixed place.

Hitting the pain points of teenagers.

Begging: [Sister Ning, can you help me talk to Daddy? (rolling around in cuteness).]

She chuckled.

It seems that he is unable to hold it back.

After hesitating for two seconds, he called Xu Zhou.

Don't waste the other party's time, get straight to the point, let him convey the information, and seek Mr. Chen's consent.

After finishing speaking, Xu Zhou asked her to wait for a moment.

This wait lasted for a full three minutes.

The next moment, a man's deep voice came from the receiver, asking her, "Where do you want to eat?"

The boss answered the call himself.

Liang Weining was about to say the name of the place, but suddenly stopped when the words reached his lips.

No.

Last year's armed fight caused quite a stir. If Mr. Chen knew about it, not to mention Josie, she would probably be taken back by force.

But this store is really authentic.

The girl's hesitation had already aroused Chen Jingyuan's suspicion.

"You haven't finished your homework, and your midterms are a mess. How long do you plan to play with him tonight?"

Xu Xu interrupted her thoughts.

Coming back to my senses, I wonder what results the boss is talking about.

"Which subject specifically?" she asked casually.

There was silence on the phone for a few seconds.

Chen Jingyuan said expressionlessly: "Everything."

amount.

I was stunned.

I didn’t expect that my husband, who is far away in Hong Kong, knows everything about my child’s learning situation.

She doesn't take the blame.

I can’t guarantee other things, but Liang Weining is confident enough that he can at least get a B+ in Chinese.

Before he could even utter any bold words, Mr. Chen had made the final decision.

Just two words: not allowed.

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Tried my best.

Liang Weining was discouraged.

After hanging up the phone, Chen Jingyuan told Xu Zhou calmly, "Send a few people to guard where she eats."

The latter nodded and went down to make arrangements.

Causeway Bay.

Spicy crab under the bridge.

If it were an ordinary person, after what happened last time, he would have had psychological trauma.

But the little girl is born adventurous and likes excitement.

And Mr. Chen just let it go.

Before replying Josie, Liang Weining decided to call Uncle Ming first.

After careful inquiry, I found out that it was the Academic Affairs Office that sent the transcript to the boss's email shortly after the plane landed.

"Is it really that bad?" she asked tentatively.

Uncle Ming smiled and said, "Whether it is good or not, it is up to you, sir, to decide."

I mean, it's not as bad as you might think.

Reassured, Liang Weining asked the last question: "What is Josie's Chinese score?"

Chinese subjects
Uncle Ming held the tablet in his hand and squinted his eyes to search through the pages line by line.

half a minute.

Give the result. Liang Weining fell silent after listening.

At this time, the lights in the study on the second floor were bright.

With her elbows pressed against the boring weekend homework, Josie worked on the problems on the draft paper, absent-mindedly waiting for good news from Sister Ning.

After a while, a voice message came in via Whatsapp.

Click it quickly.

Liang Weining sighed helplessly: "Let's do it another day, your dad is in a bad mood tonight."

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As soon as I put down my phone, my best friend and Vivi arrived one after another.

It was the first time the two met, and they greeted each other and introduced themselves to each other in a familiar manner. Liang Weining stared blankly with his chin resting on his hand, allowing Vivi to raise her hand and raise her voice to ask the boss for another half box of beer.

I won’t come home until I’m drunk tonight.

She was the first to beg for mercy: "No, I have something to do tomorrow and I have to get up early."

"It's a rare visit for you, but Mr. Chen still asks you to work overtime?" Vivi was surprised.

No.

"It's a private matter." Liang Weining explained.

The other party did not ask any further questions. After sitting down, he began to complain to her about the company's new attendance regulations.

"What new rules?"

Vivi said indifferently: "The HR department has nothing better to do. They came up with some overtime reward system. As long as you leave work after 8 o'clock, you will get extra meal allowance and transportation subsidy. All in all, it's about 3,000 yuan per month."

"It sounds reasonable and reasonable," Liang Weining commented.

Ha ha.

"You know, there's a craze for overtime work in the company right now. Is it necessary to sit in front of the computer and wait for death just to get a subsidy of 3,000 yuan?"

Gu Yunzhen took the bottle opener from the waiter, listened to the two people's discussion, pried open the tinplate lids of the beer one by one, and filled three cups in turn.

During the conversation, she added her own opinion, "Life is too stressful, and many people are willing to work overtime for nothing just for 3,000 yuan."

“There are pros and cons.”

Liang Weining said: "The HR department has good intentions and wants to increase everyone's monthly salary in disguise, but this will cause other problems, such as wasting company resources and making colleagues who actually work overtime feel unbalanced."

Vivi belongs to the latter.

She knew that the board's office had been extremely busy lately due to a joint project between the headquarters and New York.

It is common to work overtime until after eight o'clock.

Liang Weining was considering whether to find an opportunity to find out what Mr. Chen had to say. The headquarters director's office could not always have only an acting secretary.

If you are not justified, you will often find it difficult to convince others and work will not go well. If things go on like this, it will easily undermine your self-confidence.

Therefore, Vivi's regularization must be put on the agenda.
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When we got back that night, it was already ten o'clock in the evening.

After taking a shower, Liang Weining sneaked into her best friend's bedroom, opened the closet door, pointed at the men's black shirt, hummed, and looked unhappy.

Seeing her aggrieved look, Gu Yunzhen didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and explained: "Every time he comes to Hong Kong, he stays in a hotel. Don't think too much."

Since we started dating, he only brought her home once, and he left after smoking two cigarettes and didn't stay long.

She wouldn't mess around in their little nest.

Liang Weining doesn't care about this.

She meant something else, but unfortunately her best friend didn't understand.

I feel so sad. How should I tell Zhenzhen that Prince Zhou is not a good match for me?

You take him seriously, but he takes you as entertainment.

What kind of relationship between men and women is that? It's pure nonsense.

Ning Xiaoguai was so anxious that he was spinning in circles. Gu Yunzhen couldn't bear to watch and couldn't help asking, "You are so hostile to him. Is there some misunderstanding?"

misunderstanding.

He hugged a woman right under her nose. Was he forced to do that?

No, I have to make things clear tonight. I can’t let my best friend continue to stay in this fire pit.

Just when Liang Weining made up her mind to speak, the cell phone on the bedside table rang.

"I'm going to take a call." Gu Yunzhen signaled her to stay calm.

If I'm not mistaken, it's that bastard.

Liang Weining concentrated his mind and pricked up his ears to listen.

Her best friend didn't avoid her.

But the call was very short, and the call was hung up in less than a minute.

Gu Yunzhen came to the closet, took out the men's shirt, folded it neatly, and put it in the bag. He walked out while giving instructions, "I'll take the clothes downstairs. The porridge is cooking in the kitchen. Remember to turn off the fire."

Send clothes.

The dog man is downstairs?

Liang Weining followed quickly, "I'll accompany you!"

"No, he's his assistant."

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