Chapter 572: Can sell badly

Lin Nanxiang empirically analyzed, "They will determine their weight in your mind based on the frequency with which you look for them. If you have not taken the initiative to look for your parents, he will think that you are doing well, so they will not bother you again. You, then, they will put themselves in a lonely state, becoming more and more lonely."
"So Nuanhua, I think you should go back to see the chairman more in the future."
After finishing speaking, Lin Nanxiang looked at Tang Nuan's painting with a worried look, as if he was afraid that Tang Nuan's painting would be angry with her because of her talking too much.
In the end, Tang Nuan didn't blame the painting. Instead, he smiled and nodded melancholy, "Nanxiang, you're right, I really should go home more."
In fact, Tang Nuanhua didn't want to go back, just because work was busy recently.
But thinking about it carefully, my father had just finished the car accident, so I really should give my father more attention.
Moreover, the reason why the father's accident is because of loneliness, he wants to go out and have fun alone?
Thinking of this, Tang Nuan couldn't help feeling guilty.
Yes, dad is alone now every day, he must be lonely, right?
Then she has more obligation to accompany her father more!
So after get off work, Tang Nuanhua returned home as soon as possible.
When he got home, Tang Zhen had already made it at the dinner table. When Tang Nuan came back, a smile appeared on his face, "Painting, you are back."
However, he was smiling, but Tang Nuan painting was about to cry.
I don't know why, his father is only about fifty years old this year, but looking at his father, Tang Nuan paints inexplicably feel that his father is much older.
The former father was a tree that would never fall in Tang Nuan's heart, and a mountain that would never move.
No matter how many things Tang Nuan painting causes outside, as long as he gets home, he will always have delicious meals.
But those days are obviously gone.
Now when Tang Nuanhua returned home, it was no longer the smiling, young and healthy father.
It is the father who has gradually shown a tired and old state with age.
"father……"
Suddenly, Tang Nuan's tears could not stop rising, and then rushed directly, hugging his father tightly.
Tang Zhen was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and stretched out his hand to caress Tang Nuan's small head, and asked kindly, "What's the matter?"
"How did our little wild cat become a good cat today?"
Hearing that, Tang Nuan painted innocently and looked up in his father's arms, "Dad, I have grown up, why do you still call me that."
The name "Little Wild Cat" was still a little nickname given to him by his father when Tang Nuan painted adolescence and had a very rebellious character.
Unexpectedly, after many years, Tang Nuan's painting would still hear his father call himself that, and he couldn't help feeling familiar and funny.
Tang Zhen also smiled at this time, reached out and touched her head again, "No matter how old you are, you will always be the little wild cat in Dad's heart."
Then he said, "Well, get up and eat quickly. If you don't eat, the food should be cold."
Tang Nuanhua nodded, and immediately stood up obediently, and then sat on the other side of the dining table, facing his father.
"Come on, eat more chicken drumsticks. Dad remembers that you liked chicken drumsticks the most when you were a kid."
Tang Zhen smiled and put several chicken legs in the bowl painted by Tang Nuan. It felt like he had returned to his childhood.
Tang Nuanhua felt warm in his heart, and yelled sweetly, "Thank you Dad."
Tang Zhen smiled, "What else did you say thank you to dad? How did you teach you not to listen to the rules when you were young, but now you are polite with dad?"
"Hey, nothing."
Tang Nuan painted a mischievous tongue, "I just feel that without my father, I wouldn't be who I am today, so I really want to say thank you."
Hearing this, Tang Zhen smiled comfortedly, "Hua'er, it seems that you have really grown up."
"Of course."
Tang Nuanhua smiled affirmatively, and then added some dishes to his father, "Before, Dad always took care of me. When I grow up, let me take care of you."
"Good, good."
Tang Zhen nodded with joy, "If you have this heart, Dad is already very happy."
Then the two ate together.
Halfway through the meal, Tang Zhen's eyes darkened unconsciously.
Then he suddenly put down his chopsticks and looked at Tang Nuan painting and asked seriously, "Yes, painting, during this period of time you have full authority to manage the company, have you gained anything?"
Hearing this, Tang Nuan painted unconsciously.
reward?
Mentioning this word, Tang Nuan's paintings can't help but feel frustrated.
If the troubles that the company provokes during this period are gains, Tang Nuan's paintings can really gain a lot.
"Ahem..."
After thinking about it, Tang Nuanhua was too embarrassed to tell his father the actual situation of the company, he could only cough twice, and then smiled perfunctorily, "Dad, you don't have to worry about company affairs, everything is fine."
"Really?" Tang Zhen smiled suspiciously.
"Yeah, dad, don't worry, even if the company has anything to do, I will be responsible for it. During this time, you will take care of your injuries at home. Don't go out casually." Tang Nuanhua continued to laugh.
But what she didn't know was that her smile had already been seen through.
Although Tang Zhen is an older generation and not very good at reading news through the Internet, it does not mean that he does not know how to read newspapers.
The last Tang Nuan painting development conference made headlines the next day, even in the newspapers.
And until then, Tang Zhen didn't know the ins and outs of everything.
It turned out that during the period when she was sick, this baby girl actually carried such a big deal on her own in order to heal herself.
At the press conference, Tang Nuan's paintings were only a sonorous proof of the company's innocence, and did not deliberately sell miserably.
This strong attitude made Tang Zhen feel very moved.
After all, this baby girl grew up under his nose.
In order to make up for the child's lack of maternal love, Tang Zhen once wished to paint all the best things in the world for Tang Nuan.
For this reason, although Tang Nuan's paintings are somewhat willful in his heart, they are always a weak baby who needs to be cared for.
But at the press conference that day, Tang Zhen saw a daughter who was completely different from his impression.
When did this girl become so powerful and aura?
Tang Zhen suddenly felt that he was missing something, as if he had missed a certain period of growth of this girl.
So today, he will call Tang Nuan painting back for dinner, and let the father and daughter have a good talk.
"Painting..." At this moment, Tang Zhen suddenly called out kindly.