Originally, at noon on January 23, you could return to Yangcheng, and then return to Yucheng before 5 o'clock in the afternoon.

But plans don't always keep up with changes.

Approaching the end of the year, at Ning Meng's strong request, Jiang Bo and her watched the fireworks for a night in advance, wasting a lot of time, causing them to leave at five o'clock in the afternoon the next day.

When I returned to Yangcheng, it was nearly nine o'clock in the evening.

The Presidential Suite at Shangri-La Hotel is brightly lit.

Ning Meng limped out of the bedroom with her hands on the wall, her face full of exhaustion because she stayed up late.

When Jiang Bo saw her, his brows furrowed, and he hurriedly walked over to support her and said, "Didn't you say that you should rest, what are you running around?"

When Ning Meng saw him, her pale face flushed slightly, her heart warmed inexplicably, and she whispered, "I'm a little thirsty and want to drink some water......"

Jiang Bo stared at her for two seconds, reached out to pick her up, walked a few steps, and put her on the sofa and said, "Wait, I'll get it for you." ”

Jiang Bo turned to leave, and after a while, he walked over with a cup of hot water and handed it to her, "Drink." ”

"Hmm. Ning Meng responded, took the cup and drank it carefully.

After she finished drinking, Jiang Bo said: "Tomorrow is Chinese New Year's Eve, I plan to go back to my hometown, do you want to go back with me?"

Ning Meng was stunned, and smiled bitterly: "Look at me like this, can I experience bumps again?"

"The Maybach is not upside down, it is very stable. Jiang Bo said.

Ning Meng moved her delicate body slightly, leaned on Jiang Bo's shoulder, and said in a low voice: "I won't go to your house to cause trouble with you, besides, I'm really a little tired, my body is about to fall apart, I want to rest for a few days." ”

Jiang Bo thought about it for a while, didn't continue to force her, nodded and said, "That's okay, you stay in the hotel for a few days for the time being, and let the waiter buy you what you want to eat, and call me if you have something." After the Chinese New Year, I will arrange your accommodation. ”

Ning Meng bent her delicate eyes, tapped her chin, and smiled sweetly: "I listen to you." ”

After Ning Meng fell asleep, Jiang Bo left the Shangri-La Hotel and took the car back to Xinxiangyuan.

......

Early the next morning.

Jiang Bo gave Yang Xiu and Wu Shuyi, two nannies, a holiday, and gave them some bonuses to let them go home for the New Year with peace of mind.

After the two nannies thanked Jiang Bo for a while, they took the luggage that they had already packed and said goodbye to him and Mu Baixin.

Going home for the Spring Festival is a traditional tradition in China.

Speaking of tradition, in fact, born in this country, what Jiang Bo most agrees with is not the various chicken soups advertised by officials, but the long history, culture and national spirit of this nation.

Looking at the world, the major powers that are now standing on top of the world are really no country that can be compared with the 5,000-year-old history of China in terms of historical background.

However, in the past, it was used to remember and wake up, and if you want to become stronger and bigger, you can't just look at the things behind, you still have to look forward.

Today is Chinese New Year's Eve, and no matter what he is busy with, Jiang Bo plans to have to go home.

Therefore, after breakfast, he took Mu Baixin and took the Maybach 62S driven by An Jiadong to embark on a trip back to his hometown for the New Year.

......

11:30 a.m.

In the community where Jiang Bo's house is located, a red Porsche 911 drove from outside in a high-profile manner.

Sister Liang, who had been waiting outside the gate of the community activity room all morning, muttered in her heart and hurriedly leaned over.

I saw the car door open, and Fang Zhiyu, who was wearing a suit and looked magnificent, got out of the car.

"Mom. Seeing his mother, Fang Zhiyu shouted with a smile.

"Shiha...... Is this your car?" Sister Liang was stunned, looked at her son, then at the car, and said in astonishment: "Didn't you drive a Mercedes-Benz before, why are you changing to this car now?"

Fang Zhiyu said with a smile: "The Mercedes-Benz was uncomfortable to drive before, and the company's benefits were good in the second half of the year, and it made a lot of money, so it was replaced with this car, how about Mom, this car looks good, right?"

"Not bad, it's beautiful. Sister Liang circled around Porsche, with joy in her eyes.

Today's weather is good, and many boring little old men and aunts in the community are strolling around the yard outside the activity room.

Seeing a supercar, many people were curious and made an appointment to come around.

"Yo, isn't this Zhiyu, why are you driving a sports car?"

"I know this car, Porsche 911, I heard that it is millions, right?"

"Sister Liang, your Zhiyu is really powerful, he has driven millions of sports cars. ”

"Zhiyu isn't 26 this year, right?

Listening to the envious or surprised comments of the neighbors, and looking at their incomparably complicated eyes, Fang Zhiyu felt very enjoyable, and his vanity was greatly satisfied.

Sister Liang felt that there was light on her face, and she couldn't close her mouth with a smile.

After chatting happily with the neighbors, Sister Liang's eyes rolled, she restrained her expression, looked at her son, and asked in a small voice: "By the way, Zhiyu, how much did your car cost, tell your mother quickly!"

Hearing her question, the neighbors all looked at Fang Zhiyu with blank eyes, although someone said just now that this car was worth millions, they still wanted to hear Fang Zhiyu say it again.

Fang Zhiyu knew what his mother meant, touched his nose and smiled: "It's not too expensive, it's 3 million." ”

"3 million!"

"Turtle turtle, this car alone is enough to buy three houses with a large area in our community, right?"

"What is Zhi Yu doing outside, so promising. ”

"Look, this is someone else's son, that kid in my family is as big as Zhiyu, but now he only knows how to drink and play cards all day long, and he doesn't even go home after the New Year, it's really infuriating!"

"Who's to say it's not, it's annoying. ”

"By the way, Lao Jiang, where is your Jiangbo, when I came back from the Dragon Boat Festival, I saw a BMW, how is it now? Will you come back for the Spring Festival?"

In the crowd, Jiang Haiming, who was watching the excitement here, was caught and asked about Jiang Bo.

Jiang Haiming withdrew his gaze from the three-million-dollar Porsche, and said vaguely: "My Jiang Bo, he's not bad, I'm going to come back for the Spring Festival, but the time is uncertain, anyway, it's just these two days." ”

In the past six months, Jiang Bo has rarely called home, and even if he did, he didn't reveal anything, so Jiang Haiming and Jiang's mother didn't know what he had become.

However, I heard him say during the Dragon Boat Festival before that it is not a problem to earn thousands of dollars a year, so I think it is a good mix.

Jiang Haiming doesn't have much intention of comparison, but watching other people's sons drive 3 million luxury cars, he naturally hopes that his own son will not be left behind.

Just as Jiang Haiming was thinking this, the sound of a car coming interrupted his thoughts.

When I turned my head, I saw a black car of unknown brand, parked not far away.

"What kind of car is this?

"I don't know, I haven't seen this brand. ”

"Yo, it's a yellow card, this car is a bit interesting. ”