Putting aside all work and socializing, on Sunday, Sloe drove a blue Maserati on the way to an international hotel. Halfway down the road, the car ran out of gas. It was somewhat unexpected and embarrassing for him.

On the side of the road, he pretended to be calm and waited for help. It's rush hour, and the arrival of the aid team is naturally delayed.

Time slipped through his fingertips minute by minute, and before the help team arrived, she surprised himself when she appeared in front of him.

Predicting upcoming events is a ability that she has but Shiya doesn't. As long as she wants to know, she can see what will happen to the other person.

Sitting on the white sports car, Leng Xueshen said coldly: "Where are you going, I will send you." ”

Seeing her sitting in the Mercedes-Benz, his eyes were full of suspicion.

"You can choose to let me take you where you're going, or you can say no." In an indifferent tone, she saw through his thoughts.

Maybe in a hurry, maybe attracted to her, he got into her car.

He told her her destination, and she was concentrating on driving, and there was no verbal communication between them.

Her wordlessness made it difficult for him to speak. He thought that she would chat with him and take the opportunity to get close to him. He thought she was playing a trick to get her attention. Still, she was like an iceberg, chilling him as he sat next to her.

Occasionally, he stared at the side of her face, unable to see her expression. And her gaze never wandered.

When the car stopped at the designated place, he thanked her politely and got out of the car.

Glancing at him, she drove away.

The people and the car gradually disappeared from view, and the corners of his mouth involuntarily showed a shallow smile, and somewhere deep in his heart seemed to be gently touched.

It wasn't until there was no sign of her in his eyes that he walked into the hotel.

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At the entrance of the International Hotel, red pillars on both sides stand on the steps like samurai. Overlooking the ancient city in the south and the snow-capped mountains in the north, it not only stands on the earth, but also runs through the sky, like a divine pen of the unity of heaven and earth. It is a popular choice for high-end people and a dining choice for those who pursue taste.

At this time, the elders of the Si Mo family and Mo Qingxi were already waiting for Si Luo's arrival in the private room.

In the retro-decorated space, a round table with 10 seats is placed in the center. On the side of the door, on the wall of the room, two square shelves are filled with various porcelain vases. Next to the round table, a square table is arranged in the middle of two off-white single armchairs, and the vase on the table is inserted with well-matched flowers.

When he walked into the private room, Qingxi got up to greet him.

"You're here, I'm sending you."

"I promise you, and I will come." He could see her little worry.

Seeing that the two were so intimate, Si Zhenhao, whose temples were slightly white, smiled and said, "The little couple is still so glue-like!" ”

After hearing this, Mo Zhanzheng, who was sitting on Si Zhenhao's left, happily agreed: "The main thing is that Si Luo tolerates our family's stream!" ”

"Come and sit down, it's time for the waiter to serve the food." To the right of Si Zhenhao, his wife Yao Hong spoke gently.

Hearing what the elders said, Si Luo and Qingxi each sat beside their families.

After nearly 30 years of marriage, Si Zhenhao and Yao Hong are still in love, running their families and companies with each other, and the two can be called a model couple in the business world. Compared with them, Mo Zhanzheng and Zhang Huimin are also an enviable successful couple.

For Si Zhenhao and his wife, the prosperous world is taken over by Si Luo, and they can enjoy their old age in peace. As far as Mo Zhanzheng is concerned, he needs to take good care of Huatai Real Estate Company in order to lay a more solid foundation for his daughter's future succession.

When the dishes are ready, everyone first clinks glasses and drinks red wine to celebrate Siluo's return. Then, everyone toasted to Siluo becoming the president of Shengshi Group.

After a small half glass of wine, Mo Zhanzheng mentioned his daughter's marriage, "Now that Si Luo has returned to China and developed, should we prepare for his wedding with Xiaoxi?" ”

"Let them get married, I have no opinion, it depends on what Xiao Luo means." Leaning back in the chair, Si Zhenhao looked optimistic.

"I want to put off the marriage for a while."

Originally, Qingxi, who heard her father mention the marriage, was both happy and shy, but his words made her smile.

Everyone's eyes were focused on him, and Si Luo continued calmly: "I just took over the Shengshi Group, and the main time and energy are focused on the affairs of the group. So, I don't think it's time to get married yet. ”

"The so-called starting a family. You've been dating Xiaoxi for a long time, and you've been engaged for a long time. After marriage, the creek can also assist you in your work······"

Interrupting his father's words, Qingxi couldn't help but say unhappily, "Dad, I also don't think it's time to get married. Lowe has to be busy, and I should also make a difference in my career. Let's talk about marriage later. ”

The words fell, and everyone fell silent.

Seeing the awkward atmosphere, Yao Hong smiled and said, "Everyone move their chopsticks." Today, it is rare for our two families to gather together for dinner, and we should be happy. ”

Picking up the chopsticks, Si Zhenhao smiled and said, "Yes, yes, yes, we will eat happily and say nothing." ”

The meal continued, and the happiest person became the lowest. Qingxi couldn't let the people present see his negative emotions and endure them, otherwise he would seem a little ignorant.

On the table, the delicacies are sumptuous, and some people eat tastelessly.