Chapter 87 Will You Marry Daddy?

Uncle Ming picked up the phone, said a few words, and then handed it to her.

Liang Weining didn't understand and called out "Mr. Chen" softly.

"Don't want to learn?" A deep voice came from the receiver.

There was a faint sound of papers shuffling, probably someone was working.

For such a small matter, I have to trouble the boss to call Pok Fu Lam to personally take care of it.

She hesitated a little and asked tentatively: "Do you really think that my physical fitness is not good?"

Just asking a question, nothing else.

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Uncle Ming turn around and leave very tactfully out of the corner of his eye.

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Holding a cell phone, Liang Weining stood by the swimming pool with innocent eyes.

She said nothing, and Chen Jingyuan did not force her. He put the documents aside, lowered the window, lit a cigarette, and said, "It's okay if you don't learn today. I'll teach you when I have the chance in the future."

"No." Liang Weining blurted out.

On the phone, the man let out a low laugh from his throat, very light and short.

He said, "Choose one of the two, Ningning."

Then, the busy tone sounded.

By the swimming pool, the girl's eyes were misty, confused, messy, and aggrieved.

Ten minutes later, Liang Weining changed into her swimsuit and, under the guidance of the female coach, reluctantly went into the water.

There are two heated swimming pools on the top floor of the villa. Josie's is next to the other one, and hers belongs to the boss.

Throughout the afternoon, I went from being reluctant to gradually becoming immersed.

When Liang Weining does something seriously, she can always find fun in the details. For example, when she is taking a break, she opens a short video and uses special effects to render a beautiful photo of a mermaid stranded on a deep blue beach. The fish tail appears vividly on the sparkling water, and following the fish tail upwards, the half-hidden and half-visible slender waist can be held in one hand, mysterious and charming.

After reading it once, I was quite satisfied.

Save the video, put the phone in a moisture-proof area, hold your breath, and dive into the water.

At five o'clock in the afternoon, the two children, one adult and one child, who had just finished their swimming class, changed their clothes and gathered in the cinema on the third floor.

Liang Weining prepared a domestic animation for the teenager, commonly known as film-watching teaching.

Josie watched with great interest and took notes from time to time in case of surprise checks from Sister Ning.

In the blink of an eye it was evening.

The extended Pullman slowly drove into the front yard and stopped. Uncle Ming took the suit from the man and looked at the third floor of the villa. "Today's class was very interesting. For two whole hours, the young master was reluctant to go downstairs."

"Haven't you had dinner?" Chen Jingyuan stepped inside.

Uncle Ming followed behind him, smiling: "Half an hour ago, I had someone deliver the meal to the theater upstairs. The young master and Miss Wei Ning have already eaten."

"No rules."

The three words were light and contained no rebuke, but rather a hint of doting.

Mr. Chen doesn't know who he is pampering.

In the theater on the third floor, the animation screening was coming to an end.

Liang Weining sat cross-legged on the sofa, looking through Josie's notes. She found that many Chinese characters were directly replaced with English. She asked casually, "Do you not know how to write, or do you just want to save time?"

The boy blushed.

Apparently, it's a bit of both.

"The strokes of this word are complicated. Do you want to practice it again?" Liang Weining handed over the notebook.

Lonely and lonely.

As a mainlander, Liang Weining feels a headache when faced with traditional Chinese characters.

But this is the unique cultural heritage of Hong Kong, and she must maintain the minimum respect and cannot force Josie to switch to simplified Chinese.

Moreover, she really likes the signature written by the boss.

Chen Jingyuan.

I smiled unconsciously, and heard Josie suddenly say, "Sister Ning, will you marry Daddy in the future?"

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His expression paused slightly.

She slowly turned her head and met the young man's clear black eyes.

marry.

So far away from her.

"Not necessarily. You can't force things like this. You have to let nature take its course."

After Liang Weining finished speaking, Josie fell silent.

After thinking for a while, he said to himself, "Will Dad be a widower and lonely in a few decades?"

amount.

No.

"Widows, widowers and orphans are not usually used this way." "Huh? It means lonely and helpless, isn't it?" Josie opened her eyes with a curious look.

What to say.

Liang Weining was choosing his words carefully, and was about to speak when the boy beside him suddenly said in surprise: "Daddy is back."

Stunned for two seconds.

She turned and looked towards the door.

The tall figure of the man stood quietly outside the theater door. He was not wearing a suit jacket, but his black shirt was neatly ironed, with buttons and tie fastened to the top, showing that he had just arrived home.

The first thing Mr. Chen did when he got home was to go upstairs.

How much did he hear from the lecture just now?

To be specific, Liang Weining wanted to know when Mr. Chen started listening.

It was getting late, so she nodded to the man and continued assigning homework to Josie.

The boy listened attentively, looking even quieter and more focused than before.

I made this especially for Daddy to see.

He didn't slack off.

It was twenty minutes later when I went downstairs again.

Liang Weining glanced at his phone. It was almost eight o'clock and it was time to go back.

I looked around, but I couldn't see the boss.

Uncle Ming said, "The master has just finished his meal and is in his study."

Well, then go over and say hello.

The girl turned around and was about to go upstairs, but was stopped by Uncle Ming.

The latter pointed to the other side with a warm expression, "Take the elevator, it's convenient."

No need, just the second floor.

Liang Weining declined politely, thinking that Uncle Ming was joking with her.

I knocked twice on the study door, but no one answered.

not there?

He returned suspiciously the same way he came. When he passed the bedroom, he saw the door was half-open and subconsciously he leaned in to take a look.

Chen Jingyuan had just finished taking a shower and was standing in the cloakroom wearing a bathrobe. Hearing the noise outside, he gently asked the girl to come in.

It’s really there.

Liang Weining didn't doubt him, pushed the door open and walked in, saying, "If you are busy, you can ask the driver to take me."

He turned around the partition and stopped.

Her eyes fell on the man's slightly open collar, her face turned hot and she turned away.

Chen Jingyuan didn't look at her. He took off his shirt and trousers with a normal expression and said calmly, "Driver, please ask for leave. Wait for me for a few minutes."

Ask for leave?

It was still there in the afternoon.

Of course, she didn't ask any more questions.

The room was silent. The girl stood with her back to the camera, maintaining the principle of "do not look at anything inappropriate".

After changing his clothes, Chen Jingyuan fastened his watch strap and glanced at the floor-length mirror. The back of the man looked well-behaved and docile, yet revealed stubbornness and a strong sense of self.

In her eyes, she just regarded him as a man.

I don’t know whether I should be satisfied.

Liang Weining's ears were red, and she listened quietly until she felt warmth on her back. The arm around her waist was strong and powerful, with a strong sense of possession. He lowered his head and held her in his arms from behind.

I couldn’t see his expression, only the cool scent of cedar lingered quietly around my breath.

"We're going to the capital next week, and we'll keep things simple."

A magnetic low voice fell from above my head.

The back of her head just rested against his neck, and she could almost feel the rolling Adam's apple when he spoke.

"Uncle Ming will arrange your daily necessities, so you don't need to bring too much luggage."

Liang Weining nodded and agreed softly, "Yeah."

They were talking about serious matters, but their attitude was not serious at all.

She turned her face to look at him, and the hot kiss had already landed on the corner of her eye.

Liang Weining's eyelashes trembled slightly, and for some reason, she explained something irrelevantly: "I didn't know you were changing clothes just now."

Besides, who takes a shower after eating?

There is no doubt about the authenticity of this information.

From beginning to end, only the sentence "take the elevator" came from the heart.