Vol 2 Chapter 3340: The first person to call the president

Cheng Muying tweeted, "Although her intelligence is different from normal people, what is the difference between her appearance and ours? What's more, is there really a problem with her IQ?"
Don't have deep meaning in her words.
Did she see something too?
"Cheng Muying, shut up!" Cheng Zi shouted at the same time as he strode up the garden ladder.
Cheng Muying shrugged indifferently, "I have said everything I want to say."
She turned and walked away from the other entrance of the garden.
Fu Yuan'er turned and walked, but he was holding her arm.
"What are you doing!" She threw him off angrily, and was going to defend Ziyin again?
"Zi Yin is just a child, don't think about it crooked." He said.
"You have your ideas, and I have my judgment." If they can't talk together, don't talk about this topic.
She turned to leave again, but he strode forward and hugged her from behind.
"You can leave if you want," he breathed hot behind her ear, "tell me first, why did you hold me just now?"
Fu Yuaner's cheeks blushed, what should she say, did she find that she fell in love with him?
She didn't want to say, she could think of how proud he would be after hearing it.
"No... I didn't pay attention, I didn't stand firm for a while." She said haltingly.
Her hesitation has exposed her mind.
Women will only be flustered in front of the men they care about, so let's hesitate.
She couldn't see it at all, the joy in his eyes had overflowed the corner of his eyes.
"Zi Yin..." He stabilized his mind, but as soon as he said these two words, he realized that the person in his arms was about to leave.
He tightened his arms and didn't want to let go.
"I used to be in an orphanage for a while when I was young," he said. "I was very thin, but I was very smart. The things the teacher taught never stumped me..."
The person in his arms gradually calmed down.
"The older kids don't like me. They use ridiculous means such as quietly dumping my meals, putting bugs in my quilt, etc. I am not afraid of bugs, but I will be hungry. Only Ziyin will secretly leave me steamed buns. ..."
Fu Yuan'er turned around in surprise: "You and Ziyin met in the orphanage?"
Cheng Zi nodded slightly, "There is also Ziqing."
But Ziqing had no sympathy for him. She gave him a cold look at most when Ziyin secretly gave him buns.
Six months later, Cheng Zitong won the city's first place in a subject competition.
Perhaps this made his dad think that he was still a man of work, so he sent someone to pick him up and leave the orphanage.
Later, he should have become a young talent in the eyes of everyone, and Ziqing found him.
Only then did he know their sisters' talents in computers, so he funded them to study abroad.
Only then did Fu Yuan'er understand that the three of them had such a connection.
"You took their names, didn't you?" She suddenly thought.
Cheng Zitong nodded slightly, "They left the orphanage and need a new identity."
She understood that Ziqing and Ziyin were relatives to him.
Especially Zi Yin.
"Why tell me this?" she asked.
"I don't want you to misunderstand."
"What can I misunderstand..." She didn't misunderstand anything at all. Her guesses about Zi Yin were all justified and well-founded.
"I care about her because she is a younger sister." He said.
Fu Yuan'er couldn't help flushing her cheeks. Why did he say that? She didn't tell him that when he cared about Ziyin, she would feel uncomfortable...
"You... don't tell me this, who cares about whom you care about..."
"Really don't care?"
"Regardless of."
"Really?"
"Really...huh!"
He just talked, so why come kiss him.
"What are you doing, this is in the garden
! "She pushed him away.
"It's all right in the bedroom?" he asked.
"In..." A sly flash flashed in her eyes, "You come over, I'll tell you."
He was dubious, lowered her head, she stood on tiptoe as if to say something to him, suddenly pushed him away, and ran away.
He was completely defenseless.
When he saw her again, she was already sitting in the study, a serious office.
"Don't come," she said immediately when she saw him, "I have to drive out the interview tonight."
He came over anyway, but just stood behind her.
Several interview materials and audio files were opened on the computer screen.
She is indeed rushing to the draft, and these materials are all two or three days of the date.
Except that night, she never stayed in the hospital afterwards.
This cognition made the suffocation in his heart suddenly disappear.
"Do you want to steal secrets?" She hummed softly.
She can still remember how shameless he robbed her of the interview material once, and obtained the news he wanted from it.
Her face was flushed and her eyes were angry. In his eyes, she looked like an angry little cat.
He didn't need to think about it, just bowed his head and kissed the little milk cat.
Before she could react, he had let go of her.
"I'll pick you up tomorrow night." He said.
"Why pick me up?" She looked at him dumbfounded.
"Go to Mom's for dinner."
"You're busy."
After speaking, he got up and went out.
Fu Yuan'er was stunned for a while before realizing that he was going to eat at her mother's place tomorrow night.
Did he ask her mother, he said he wanted to go!
"He called me," Ms. Fu said on the phone. "She wanted to eat the roast chicken I made."
"Mom, when will you make roast chicken?" She hasn't eaten it yet.
"Who makes you not go home often? You don't have as many visits to me now!"
"I won't tell you more, I'm going to sleep."
Putting down the phone, Fu Yuan'er felt very sad.
My mother lived in the Fu’s villa for the first half of her life. Unless she wanted to, she still had to take care of her three meals a day.
But now, I can even cook such a complicated dish as grilled chicken.
She didn't go back to the room until midnight, but saw that Cheng Zitong was still up and sitting on the bedside looking at her phone.
She walked over and sat down unhappy.
"Cheng Zitong, I am not allowed to send my mother in the future," she said.
Cheng Zitong put down the phone and turned to look at her.
"My mother seldom cooks for people. For the first half of her life, she lived in a big house." Now, "I feel guilty for not letting my mother live in a big house. I don't want her to work hard for cooking. ."
"Tianyun's house, Mom can live in." He said.
He had asked her to go to his villa when he was just married, but she ran out.
"I don't live there, my mother can't go."
"Okay, okay," she stopped him from speaking, "my mother is fine to live there, I just don't want you to keep going."
After speaking, she got up and went into the bathroom.
The next afternoon, when she got off work, he really came over, picked her up and went to the apartment.
"You go in first, I'll go buy something," she got off the car first when she reached the gate of the community, "you just need to park the car and go upstairs, you don't have to wait for me."
She wondered if she secretly bought some cooked food, which would save her mother from cooking a few dishes.
She knows her mother's personality very well. When guests come to eat, she can't wait to be a full banquet.
Not to mention that this is the son-in-law.
After she got home, she went into the kitchen first.
As there was no one in the kitchen, she hurriedly took out the cooked food in the file bag and put it on the plate.
"What are you doing?" Mom walked in.
She hurriedly made a "hush" sound at her mother.
"I bought some cooked food," she whispered, "you can make fewer dishes."
"The dishes are ready," said my mother, "a dozen dishes."
"So amazing!" Fu Yuan'er was stunned. "Have you been busy from morning until now?"
"It's all done by the son." Mom said.
what!
real or fake!
"But he obviously picked me up just now..."
"He finished the food before picking you up again."
Fu Yuan'er:...
She really didn't expect Cheng Zitong's cooking skills to be so good, and the dishes on the table are no different from those in the hotel.
After tasting it, you will find that it is even more delicious than the one in the hotel.
"Yuan'er, why don't you eat anymore, why are you in a daze?" Mother Fu's voice sounded.
Fu Yuan'er pouted: "Eat too much, I will have to go on a diet two days after tomorrow."
Mother Fu was about to speak, Fu Yuaner pointed to a few dishes with chopsticks, "Wait a moment these dishes are packed, I will eat them tomorrow."
Mother Fu smiled, "Which time did you pack your meal at home? You don't even want to bring your lunch to the newspaper office! It seems that Zitong's cooking skills are good."
"I'm just afraid of waste!" Fu Yuaner argued.
Mother Fu gave her a helpless look.
Looking at Cheng Zitong again, although there was no expression on his face, the smile in the corner of his eyes could not be concealed.
Fu's mother sighed softly, if Ji Senzhuo didn't come back, it would be great.
After eating, Fu's mother sent Cheng Zitong to throw out the trash, and let Fu Yuaner help to clean up.
Fu Yuan'er felt amused, "Mom, you are the first person who can let Mr. Cheng throw away the trash."
"Here, he is my son-in-law, not Mr. Cheng."
"What do you think of him?" Fu's mother then asked.
Fu Yuan'er rolled her eyes: "Look with your eyes."
"You don't come here," Mother Fu glanced at her, "You know what I want to ask. Anyway, you have been married for a while. What kind of person do you think he is?"
"May I...may not answer this question?"
"No." Mother Fu looked at her seriously, "Yuan'er, how long have you not told me your heart?"
Since her father left, the mother and daughter depended on each other in Fu's house, and they had made an appointment to tell their hearts every time.
Say good and bad, let the emotions have a vent.
It is precisely because of this that Fu Yuaner's mentality has always been very healthy.
Fu Yuan'er pursed her lips, "Mom, do you say that if you love someone, will it change?"
"For example, I used to like Ji Senzhuo so much and wanted to marry him. Will these ideas change? If it changes, does it mean that I am a person who is not loyal to feelings?"
Mother Fu's eyes widened in disbelief, "Yuan'er, do you think this is what a woman living in the 21st century should say?"
How could her thinking be more conservative than the older generation.
"What is the purpose of loving someone? Isn't it to make the other person happy, but also to make yourself happy?" Fu's mother asked, "Your love for Ji Senzhuo can neither make him happy nor make you happy, why are you still? To adhere?"
Fu Yuan's speech was at a loss, and she felt that what her mother said made sense.
"This is not important," but my mother quickly saw the essence of the problem, "The important thing is, why do you doubt yourself?"
If a person sticks to something and does not waver, he will not have doubts.
Obviously Fu Yuan'er had shaken.
"What made you sway? Or did someone make you sway?" Mother Fu looked like a torch, as if she was about to see her heart at a glance.