Cen Yuansheng frowned slightly, turned his face sideways to look at her, and his black eyes were quenched with ice.

It's like two daggers, trying to stab her to death.

Meng Jin'an smiled at him and raised his hand to make a gesture.

"Young grandmother, little master, you are back."

Mama Cao stood at the junction of the entrance, the living room and the dining room, saw the two people who entered the door, and greeted them.

Meng Jin'an hurriedly put away his fingers, pretended to bow his head to clean up his shoes, sighed softly, and then got up and walked past Cen Yuansheng and entered the living room.

"Dad, Mom, I'm back with my uncle."

Meng Jinan came to the sofa in the living room and took the initiative to greet Cen Rongzhou and Zhang Xueru.

Cen Rongzhou and Zhang Xueru naturally heard Cao's mother's voice.

Cen Rongzhou's eyes fell on the entrance, he knew that his youngest son's car followed his car into the villa.

Zhang Xueru looked Meng Jinan up and down meaningfully, the Buddha beads between her fingers tightened in the palm of her hand, and the corners of her lips pulled slightly: "An An, thank you for your hard work!" ”

Meng Jin'an hooked his lips slightly, "Mom, what did you say?" What do I have to work hard, my father and uncle just came back from work. ”

Cen Rongzhou put away his mobile phone, glanced at Meng Jin'an, and lifted the frame of the mirror without speaking.

Cen Rongzhou and Zhang Xueru got up and went to the restaurant one after another.

"Mama Cao, let's arrange a meal."

Zhang Xueru instructed Cao's mother.

"Yes, ma'am." Cao's mother responded.

"I'll help."

Meng Jin'an put down his bag and quickly turned around and entered the kitchen.

Cen Yuansheng changed his shoes and followed into the restaurant.

"Dad, Auntie, good evening!" Cen Yuansheng greeted Cen Rongzhou and Zhang Xueru.

Cen Rongzhou looked at his youngest son carefully.

Deep and three-dimensional but not lacking in delicate facial features, clear eyebrows and eyes wrapped with disdainful alienation and arrogance, it is too similar to his dead mother Xiao Mei.

Cen Rongzhou raised his hand to hold his glasses and coughed lightly: "Didn't you come back after me after the meeting?" Why don't you come in for tea when you arrive? ”

Cen Rongzhou is suspicious by nature.

Especially for people who are too capable, he thinks that being too sharp is not necessarily a good thing.

Although Cen Yuansheng has only returned to China for half a year, his style is decisive and resolute.

In just half a year, Hengyuan Technology reversed the trend from loss to profit, and its performance increased by 120%.

Cen Yuansheng's joining not only saved Hengyuan, but also saved the reputation of the head office, the stock market recovered, and he also came up with a lot of new plans.

For Cen Yuansheng's series of miraculous operations, the senior management of the headquarters and the members of the board of directors have a high evaluation of Cen Yuansheng.

That's why Cen Rongzhou will give him a heavy responsibility, hinting that he will be promoted into the headquarters.

However, the position of president.

Cen Rongzhou is not very anxious to let people take the position.

He just likes to watch ambitious people fight.

I like to sit in the audience and watch the boxers fight to the head, like watching their captive giants fight for fat.

This is just a means for the superior to rule over the inferior.

has appreciation for Cen Yuansheng and Cen Rongzhou, but is more vigilant.

After all, this son has been living outside, and Xiao Mei refused to bow his head in front of him until he died.

Her son, Cen Yuansheng, naturally can't be fully trusted.

"Dad, I just answered a phone call, and I may have to go on an early business trip to City B."

Cen Yuansheng's tone was flat and replied unhurriedly.

"Oh, it's the SIEMIC acquisition?" Cen Rongzhou asked.

"Yes." Cen Yuansheng glanced at Zhang Xueru quietly and replied.

Zhang Xueru listened silently, her fingertips turned the Buddha beads unhurriedly, and the disgust that flashed in her eyes was quickly covered by a floating smile.

"Rongzhou, Ah Sheng rarely goes home, eats well at home, and talks about work."

The father and son stopped talking and sat down one after another.

The nearly 10-meter-long French dining table can accommodate 12 people, with hand-carved patterns in red beech wood like a work of art, and the polished piano lacquer surface is filled with Chinese and Western tableware and various foods.

The Cen family is exquisite, has big rules, and pays attention to etiquette when eating.

Old Man Cen must have been on the throne when he was still alive.

The others sit down in an orderly manner according to the eldest and youngest, and only when the old man is seated and moves the chopsticks, others can pick up the chopsticks.

Cen Rongzhou's brother died young, leaving no children, and his sister married into a wealthy family in Hong Kong City.

Now it is Cen Rongzhou's turn to take a seat.

Zhang Xueru naturally sat on his left side, and Cen Yijin sat on his right side when he was alive.

"Ah Sheng, come and sit."

Cen Rongzhou beckoned to Cen Yuansheng, who was sitting far away in the corner, and motioned for him to sit in Cen Yijin's original seat.

Cen Yuansheng's face was still pale, unfazed, and he got up and walked to sit down opposite Zhang Xueru.

Zhang Xueru's eyebrows furrowed, her fingers under the table clenched the Buddha beads, and there was fire in her heart but it was not easy to attack.

"Jin'an, is your soup ready?"

She turned her head and shouted into the kitchen.

"Here we are, Mom."

Meng Jin'an came in with a plate in his hand, and four bowls of soup were placed on it.

She endured the pain in her arm, carefully walked to Cen Rongzhou's side, and put down the plate.

Respectfully, he took a bowl of lotus root pork rib soup and gently put it down in front of Cen Rongzhou.

"Dad, it's cold, you drink some old soup."

Then he turned around and brought a bowl to Zhang Xueru, smiling, "Mom, you can taste it and see if it is fresh, it is produced in Mingyue Villa, lotus seeds are used to make sugar water, lotus root is used to make soup, it is sweet and delicious and moistens the lungs." ”

Zhang Xueru lowered her eyes to look at the soup bowl, looked at her again, and frowned lightly:

"It's so greasy, how can I drink it?"

Meng Jin'an bit his lip a little embarrassed, and lowered his head to whisper tentatively: "Mom, if you don't like it, I'll change a bowl of sugar water." ”

After speaking, he reached out and prepared to take back the soup bowl.

Zhang Xueru raised her hand and pinched Meng Jin'an's fingers, her nails sinking deep into her palm, "Let it go, if you don't drink it, will you give it to others?" ”

Meng Jin'an raised his eyes to look at Zhang Xueru, knowing that she was hinting at herself, and then smiled and nodded.

Meng Jin'an took another bowl and walked to Cen Yuansheng: "Uncle, please use it slowly." ”

Cen Yuansheng leaned slightly, lowered his eyelashes, and looked indifferent: "Thank you, sister-in-law." ”