Chapter 279: A cliché, a thousand cups will not fall

"Senior, ((肉rou)rou) is okay--"
Zhang Ze came over with a plate, and the roasted pork thighs were tender on the outside and tender, with a hint of aroma.
"Eh, okay? Come and come quickly to me," Chi Gui was busy standing up (身sh　n), took the plate with one hand, leaned his head and sniffed twice with his nose, grinning contentedly: "It's so sweet The winter is suitable for drinking and eating at home ((meat rou)rou), then, I went back to the house, young people, you are also hard, I have this dish for the old man, the rest is enough It's all yours."
Chi Guizhuan (身sh　n) walked a few steps in the direction of the wooden house and then suddenly stopped, slowly turning around (身sh　n), said to North Jiangsu with a smile: "Smelly girl, you are mixing well now, just settle down. Be your little boss and be a Wen family affair (love qing), don’t make inquiries or blend in."
Still thinking (set t　o) his words, is he really drunk when he is an old man?
The late return twisted his back and carried the wine ((meat rou)rou) back to the house. When he reached the threshold, an unstable and almost tripped.
Subei looked at the shadow of qiang (强qiang) (强qiang) stabilized (身sh　n), closed the wooden door with his backhand, and was a bit crying and laughing.
This old man has a heavy heart.
However, does he really consider himself a drunken fairy? Even if a thousand cups do not fall, his age, (身sh　n) body is hard to eat?
Thinking of this, North Jiangsu was slightly startled.
Why should she (gan) worry about this? The old man knew her at best, but did not have a deep relationship.
But then again, the old man seems to have no wife or children, so nobody cares about his drinking and eating.
North Jiangsu looked at the closed door, and a complex and indescribable feeling appeared in his eyes.
"boss?"
"boss?"
Subei turned back to look at Zhang Ze.
He has taken off his apron, suit and leather shoes, and finally has a little fan of the mall elite.
Zhang Ze straightened his tie: "I have to go back to the company first, boss, do you want to go back with me?"
"No." Pausing for a moment, North Jiangsu Road: "I intuitively feel that this matter is not simple, the diamonds are of great value, and such low-level difference pools cannot appear during transportation... The company will carry out a large-scale business as usual. At the job fair, you pay more attention, the design department is seriously lacking competent designers, and Xu Weiya...can't stay any longer."
Zhang Zeruo nodded thoughtfully: "Okay." What he thought of, asked doubtfully: "Boss, when will you come back?"
Originally, the Su Group's collapsed Allure Jewelry had no competitors in S City that could be taken into consideration, but did not think of Su's resurrection, Allure is in a critical period of rise...
Spreading the dispensers doesn't take it as such.
In northern Jiangsu in recent days (ri), I also thought about this when I was free.
Her original intention was to become an internationally renowned jewelry designer. However, Allure has always been the tool she used to defeat the Su Group. She wanted to make the company bigger and surpass the Su Group. She often forgets that she is a designer. Now that Su's is not the same as Su's, Qiao Wan, who let her hate her bones, also has a deserved retribution, and the hatred of revenge (Yuyu) she deeply pressed at the bottom of her heart also disappeared with Qiao Wan. .
But so far, she still has many questions lingering in her mind.
For example, the cause of Qiao Wan’s death. Who was it that killed her mother with her? For example, why did the Wen family kill her? Since then, the Wen family seems to have no action anymore.
She did not have any evidence at hand, and she did not dare to judge lightly.
Throwing these doubts, if she fulfilled Tong Ji Yunxuan's agreement and lived her life, then she should really be a treasurer, and then restart her efforts for her original dream.
However, these decisions cannot be told to Zhang Ze now.
"I have my plan, just manage the company."
Waited for a long time until Zhang Ze said such a sentence: "..."
He wanted to ask, who is the company? !
They are all college interns too, so why let him be such a big boss...
After Zhang Ze, a future business elite, left, North Jiangsu glanced around the courtyard and finally walked to the kitchen.
It was as if she repaid the old man to indulge her unsatisfied agreement, help her to guide Zhang Ze, make him a bowl of sobering soup, and make a few warm porridge dishes.
The old man's kitchen does not have an induction cooker, and even the gas tanks are wooden, just a stove and a big pot.
Subei raised his forehead and plucked up his sleeves to embrace the wood and light the stove...
Just after the fire broke out, there was news outside the courtyard, as if someone was coming.
North Jiangsu pours clean water into the pot, probes the probe, and looks at the line with the coming person, can't help but be surprised: "Uncle...Uncle?"
Wen Jinnian wore a camel (color) windbreaker, with a black (color) sunglasses, a leather hand (set t　o), carrying two gift bags.
The wind blew by, blowing up his clothes, under the ink (color) lens, there was also a flash of surprise in his eyes. For a moment, he lifted his hand to remove the sunglasses, walked steadily over, and asked, "How are you here?" ?"
Some people are born with noble elegance.
Wen Jinnian is such a person. His manners are full of nobility, plus his elegant temperament. At this time, with the background of Bai Xue and the bamboo forest, it makes him more handsome and extraordinary.
With such a face, no one would think he was her elder.
"I asked old a while ago... well, the old man helped me take care of someone. I came here today to express my thanks." North Jiangsu raised his head and asked, "Uncle, how about you?"
Wen Jinnian smiled and said, "The weather has been cold recently. I bought a set of thicker quilts for my teacher," and then glanced at the boiling water in the pot: "Are you cooking?" "
Seeing the water boiling in the north of Jiangsu, he immediately sprinkled the rice in, stirred it twice with a spoon, and replied: "Well, the old senior is drinking. I want to cook some porridge for him."
Wen Jinnian ‘um’ didn’t speak, but he didn’t leave, so he stood and looked at the rice porridge in the pot.
The atmosphere is slightly awkward.
Su Bei pursed her lips and suddenly raised her eyes. The guest (set t　o) said: "Uncle, have you eaten?"
Wen Jinnian laughed: "No."
"..." Su Bei looked at only one bowl of porridge in the pot and said, "Then, how can I cook more and eat together?"
Wen Yannian smiled more calmly, but nodded disrespectfully: "Okay."
Northern Jiangsu: "..."