"Brother, I want to eat the grilled lobster from Jiang Ling's club."

In Jing Zeheng's office, Shen Fanyin sat opposite him, fiddling with the wood carving villain on the table and said.

Jing Zeheng glanced up at her, "Are you sure you just want to eat grilled lobster?"

"Tsk, I can't get along with someone like you, there's no secret."

Shen Fanyin held the corner of his forehead with one hand and shook his head: "Indeed, the grilled lobster is just by the way, I still have to go to see a play."

"Okay." Jing Zeheng nodded with a low smile, "Which private room has the best angle to watch the show?" I'll order it."

"What is this......" Shen Fanyin shook his head, "I really don't know."

"Cast list?"

"Chen Li."

"Got it."

Jing Zeheng smiled and picked up the internal phone: "Let Jiang Ling Club leave me the private room next door that Chen Li booked tonight."

"Okay."

After a while, Cheng Ye came in.

"Boss, Mr. Qian's secretary specially called, saying that the private room next door to Chen Li tonight is Li Yulan, and he left the other room for you."

"Okay."

Jing Zeheng didn't ask Shen Fanyin again who he wanted to see acting.

Obviously, the Chen family and the Li family.

He chuckled and continued to look through the papers, slightly curious as to what the little cub had set up again.

Cheng Ye didn't leave, he looked at Shen Fanyin and asked in a low voice, "Miss, has my wife picked something good for you?"

"Hmm," Shen Fanyin pursed her lips and forced a smile, "Sister-in-law is so powerful, I'm afraid I'll have to trouble her when I buy things in the future."

Cheng Ye's waist immediately straightened, and he was honored: "Miss, you're welcome, my wife is the best at buying these things!"

When he said this, he unconsciously raised his voice, causing Jing Zeheng to look up: "What to buy?"

"I'll tell you later!" Shen Fanyin hurriedly motioned to him not to ask more, and then said to Cheng Ye, "I'll invite my sister-in-law to dinner when I go back."

"Hey, okay."

Cheng Ye knew that Jing Zeheng definitely didn't want anyone else to be there at the moment, and after making sure that his wife didn't cause trouble, he left immediately.

Jing Zeheng didn't look at the document again, but looked at Shen Fanyin with inquiring eyes.

The moment the door closed, Shen Fanyin couldn't help but chuckle.

She whispered to Jing Zeheng about the 100-piece diced radish lipstick set.

She smiled so much that her eyes were crooked, but Jing Zeheng unconsciously began to think - Cheng Ye's IQ, is he really competent for work?

He stretched out his hand towards Shen Fanyin: "Come here."

"Huh?"

Shen Fanyin stood up with the table, walked around to him and asked, "What are you doing?"

Jing Zeheng grabbed her wrist and dragged her into his arms, hooked her waist and said, "You can buy whatever you want in the future, don't bother to lie to me."

Shen Fanyin: "You think highly of me, I can't fool you."

Jing Zeheng chuckled and rubbed her cheeks: "If you lie, I will be willing to cooperate with you."

Shen Fanyin raised his eyebrows: "Are you sure?"

"Sure."

Jing Zeheng leaned back in his chair, looking like he was lying flat and cheating.

"That ......"

Shen Fanyin was just about to speak, when the internal phone rang.

Jing Zeheng frowned slightly, raised his chin at Shen Fanyin, and motioned for her to answer the phone.

Shen Fanyin's cheeks were slightly red, but he didn't refuse.

She knew that only Cheng Ye could call in that phone.

She picked up the microphone and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Old ...... Miss, tell the boss that the chairman is here!" Cheng Ye lowered his voice, as if he was telling the secret, "The call from the front desk a minute ago, the chairman should have gotten on the elevator by now!"

Shen Fanyin: "......"

You don't have to be so weak-minded!

She answered, hung up the phone, and said in a voice that was more heartless than Cheng Ye, "Don't make trouble, the eldest uncle is here."

"Oh, come on."

Jing Zeheng didn't care at all, and still firmly hugged Shen Fanyin's waist.

"Oh, you let go!" Shen Fanyin twisted her body to break free of him, and ran into the lounge in a hurry.

Jing Zeheng looked at her back and fled, and smiled helplessly.

He got up and set up the chair across from him, and put away the blank paper she had brought to draw the draft, and then sat back in his seat.

He sat down, and Jinghui arrived.

"Dad."

Jing Zeheng got up to greet him calmly.

Jinghui let out an "um" sound, frowned and looked left and right, and asked, "You had a guest just now?"

The air is filled with a faint sweet scent of women's perfume, not a note used by a female executive of a company.

Jinghui has been a wife for many years, and some passive skills have long been full, and the screening of perfume is one of them.

Jing Zeheng nodded very calmly: "Your prospective daughter-in-law has just been here."

Jinghui: "......!"

So he's a step too late?

Jing Hui cleared his throat, sat down in a chair, and asked him, "When are you going to bring the girl home?" It's been so long, it's time to give her a name, right?"

Jing Zeheng replied vaguely, "Say it again."

"Jing Zeheng!" Jinghui suddenly slapped the table, "You don't want to learn from Qi Yan, do you? Enough of it, you don't want to be responsible?"

Jing Zeheng: "I didn't."

"And what do you mean by hanging like that? Shall you be twenty years old? I don't get married when I'm old, and my wife is greedy every day, your second uncle has a daughter, I don't ...... Ahem."

As soon as he said what was in his heart without paying attention, Jinghui was a little embarrassed.

Jing Zeheng smiled and waited for him to finish, and asked, "You came here to urge me to get married?"

"Of course not." Jinghui glanced at him and walked down the steps, "How is Ah Han?" How's that project going?"

"He?"

Jing Zeheng replied: "Go to work on time."

Jinghui waited for a long time, but didn't wait for the next comment, and couldn't help asking, "And then?"

"What else can there be?" Jing Zeheng said, "He can go to work on time, which is already a gratifying improvement."

Jinghui: "......"

So, that's what it means that the project is going to be yellow, right?

He was silent for a long time, and his voice became a little serious: "Ah Heng, I believe you know the importance of that project, if Ah Han can't hold it, you might as well send someone else to do this as soon as possible."

"Not necessarily." Jing Zeheng was very indifferent, "I know it in my heart."

Jing Hui looked at him suspiciously, a rare suspicion.

Facing his father's questioning eyes, Jing Zeheng looked indifferent, without the slightest idea of explaining.

Jinghui still didn't say anything in the end, and after a while, he asked about another thing: "I saw Luo Rou's child today, she went to apply for a loan, and you can ask her when you go back, if you need it, borrow some money from her private account."

Jing Zeheng shook his head: "I can't borrow it, I don't have any money."

"You don't have any money?" Jinghui's voice rose an octave, "You're going to run out of money? What have you done?"

Jing Zeheng: "Falling in love."

Jinghui was choked and gritted his teeth, and it took a while to squeeze out a sentence: "If you don't want to borrow, just say it, what kind of love can cost that money?"

Jing Zeheng: "Oh, I don't want to borrow it."

Jinghui: "......"