Chapter 225 Satisfaction
But for some unknown reason, he turned his head and said to the driver, "There's a traffic jam ahead. You can consider taking a detour."

And it turns out that's true.

The latter nodded.

The next second, Xu Zhou pretended to be calm and reached out to switch the navigation to the longest route.

The driver looked at him in surprise, remained silent for two seconds, but did not ask any more questions. He drove skillfully into the bypass and headed in the other direction.

In this way, the two "disloyal" subordinates successfully bought five more minutes for Director Liang.

In fact, you shouldn't be too reserved.

After all, the husband will eventually marry someone home.

We are one family and should keep our differences.

Xu Zhou comforted himself.

On the other side, Liang Weining toasted everyone with the last glass of wine and went downstairs with his bag.

Standing alone on the roadside, staring at the other side of the street, I felt dizzy and tears welled up in my eyes.

Very reluctant to part with it.

She knew that from now on, there would no longer be a second business unit belonging to her.

Even if there is, it was not given by him.

In this life, it seems that no matter what I do, I can do it decisively without hesitation.

But she doesn't regret it.

At the crossroads of life, whether to go left or right is a gamble. No one can help her make a choice, including Mr. Chen.

The winter night was dark, and the lights of a business car shone from afar. Liang Weining calmed down, opened his phone and checked the time. It was exactly five minutes later.

In the passenger seat, Xu Zhou pushed the door and got out, walking straight to the girl.

He took the key to the G-Class, gave her a slightly reassuring look, and then turned to go to the restaurant parking lot.

The car was well heated. Liang Weining unbuttoned her coat while looking at the man who was talking on the phone beside her.

When Mr. Chen speaks Cantonese, there is always an indescribable gentleness. Even if his tone is very ordinary, it always makes people subconsciously listen immersively.

As he listened, Liang Weining realized something was wrong.

The content of the conversation seemed to be related to her.

He took off his coat and placed it behind his seat, then sat up straight without leaving any trace. He carefully distinguished the pronunciation, trying to find clues from the words he spoke.

Just after hearing two sentences, the middle baffle rose slowly without any warning. Before she could react, she was driven by a force and fell steadily into the man's warm arms.

When he looked again, the phone had been hung up. The little girl stared at him blankly, not saying a word, not daring to move.

The rich aroma of wine mixed with the warm fragrance of fir fruit, accompanied by the soft breathing of the person in my arms, filled the back seat space inch by inch.

Chen Jingyuan placed one hand on her waist, his expression relatively calm, but his lowered voice still had a weight that prevented her from relaxing at all.

"Why are you drinking?" he asked.

The man's gaze on her face was too deep, and it was difficult to tell whether he was happy or angry.

After a few seconds of silence, Liang Weining slowly raised her eyes and met his bottomless eyes. After a moment of thinking, she uttered two words: "Be brave."

There was silence.

Seeing Mr. Chen raise the corner of his lips imperceptibly, a hidden smile flashed across the depths of his pupils.

He is not happy.

Because that can't be called a 'laugh' at all.

Liang Weining tightened her throat, leaned forward to hug him with a strong desire to survive, and took the initiative to give in: "I am not trying to be brave because I am afraid that you will be angry. I just want to talk to you about my own ideas without reservation."

"If you have an idea, why didn't you discuss it before the summit?"

She blurted out: "The timing is not right, and you will definitely reject it."

Chen Jingyuan tilted his head slightly and could clearly feel the girl's grip on his neck, which was tightening unconsciously as her emotions fluctuated.

Worried that he would reject her proposal, she once again acted first and asked for his approval later.

The same excuse never gets old.

At least half of Chen Jingyuan's temper was worn away by her.

The next moment, perhaps because she felt guilty, the little girl turned to him with a flushed face and explained seriously, "If I'm not absolutely sure, I won't take the risk. Besides, even if the worst result is, I will just leave China Harbor and start over again."

These words came out of her mouth, sounding light and easy.

If you don't care, why let the driver go around a few more times?

Five minutes was enough for her to calm her fragile heart and put on a strong shell to deceive his eyes.

And everything that was done at the summit was just to please the man on Mount Taiping.

Probably satisfied.

If he had not intercepted the personnel transfer order midway, the girl would have been feeling happy and thankful for her decision at this moment.

This old man and this young man have never met each other, so how can they have such a tacit understanding?

The issue of product delisting will be explained in the next chapter. You should understand it after reading it.