CEO: My daughter-in-law said she wanted to protect me

Zheng's old house.

As usual, I had breakfast, put on reading glasses, and read financial newspapers in the study.Now the Internet is developed, but Zheng Zetian still maintains the habit of reading newspapers.The old housekeeper brewed a pot of Longjing tea for him. When the tea met hot water, it stretched instantly, and the fragrance was always strong.

Zhao Shimin came in to report on his recent work, and mentioned an acquisition plan. A real estate company in the south has acquired a lot of land. Because of the problem of capital chain, a real estate company needs to cooperate and jointly develop it.The investment is huge, but the return is huge and the daily profit is considerable.

In the past few years, real estate companies have started to go downhill. Zheng's real estate board of directors is mostly old, with old-fashioned thinking, lost opportunities in several reforms, and gradually began to decline.This is why Zheng Zetian is eager to recall his grandson back to China to carry the banner. Young people are active in thinking, brave in reform and innovation.Many domestic real estate companies are helmed by a new generation of heirs.

Zheng Zetian said that he would think about it, let him go out first, and don't talk about work since he is at home.

Zhao Shimin did not insist on this project, he bypassed the president's office, went straight to the heaven, and reported to Zheng Zetian, who is the chairman.

Zhao Shimin withdrew from the study, and Zheng Zetian continued to immerse himself in the newspaper.Something seems to be missing this weekend?Can't remember exactly what was missing.As I get older, my memory is not as good as it used to be.

"Master, Master Yan Lang didn't come back to eat with you this weekend." The old butler has followed Zheng Zetian for so many years, and he can immediately detect the source of the problem with a subtle expression.

Yes, Zheng Zetian realized that no matter how busy he was in the past, Zheng Yanlang would always have a meal with him on weekends, and he didn't come back this week, nor did he call.

"Where did Yan Lang go?" Zheng Zetian asked Secretary Deng next to him.

Secretary Deng was silent for a moment, and said honestly, "The president has gone to Seoul."

Seoul?What is he doing in Seoul?Zheng Zetian was stunned for a moment, then suddenly remembered that Song Yuye was sent to Seoul.This child is so inseparable from that woman?Was it a mistake to assign her to Yan Lang as a special assistant?But it's better to be under my nose than to be together secretly, at least that woman is still obedient now.

"Tell him to come see me when he comes back." Zheng Zetian sighed.

For this grandson, he is very partial and at the same time very guilty.When Yan Lang was only five years old, his father eloped to a foreign country in order to be with women outside. Unexpectedly, there was a riot in the local area, and there were no bones left. When Zheng's family arrived, the police just returned the belongings of the deceased to them. The incident dealt a great blow to Zheng Zetian. His only son was gone, and his daughter did not live up to expectations. He could only place his hopes on the next generation.

Flying from Seoul to City H, it was past [-]pm when I arrived home.

Zheng Yanlang was a little tired, his delicate and handsome face was haggard at the moment, his eyes were not as bright as before, and were still bloodshot.

It was past meal time, so he had someone cook a bowl of noodles casually, and devoured it.Shen Mingqing on the side was very distressed, worried that he would choke, and told him to slow down, the chicken soup in his hand was almost in his son's mouth.

Zheng Zetian sat on the sofa, but his peripheral vision did not move on his grandson. He was thinner and haggard. Running back and forth between the two places was really exhausting energy, even a young and strong boy couldn't bear it.

"Grandpa, are you looking for me?" Zheng Yanlang sat weakly on the sofa diagonally opposite Mr. Zheng.

Just as Zheng Zetian was about to say a few words, the sound of even breathing came from the sofa diagonally opposite.The young man was half nestled in the sofa, with half of his elbows resting on the armrest of the sofa, sleeping soundly.

If it was someone else, Zheng Zetian would have scolded or educated him a long time ago. The other party was his grandson, so he could only hold back his anger.

"Yan Lang, don't sleep here, go back to sleep." Zheng Zetian leaned on a cane, stood beside his grandson, and woke him up lovingly.

Zheng Yanlang was sleepy, rubbed his temples, stood up and said, "Grandpa, I'm listening to what you said, you continue."

"Go back to the room to rest first, and go out with grandpa this weekend." Zheng Zetian said with a smile.

"I booked a flight to Seoul on Friday." His tired face was full of weariness.

go again?Just came back?Zheng Ze didn't know where the weather was coming from.The old cow licked the calf, the child was so tired that it was inconvenient to preach, so he patted him on the shoulder and asked him to go back to his room to rest first.

Zheng Yanlang nodded, covered his face with his hands, let out a long sigh, and walked towards the room, his legs were weak, the soles of his feet were fluttering, he staggered a few steps, and fell heavily on the ground with a "plop".

"Yan Lang, child..." Zheng Zetian and Shen Mingqing were terrified, and hurried forward to check his injuries.

"It's okay, I'm fine." He struggled to get up, stretched his muscles and bones a little, and did not forget to comfort the two old people.

Not injured, the two breathed a sigh of relief and wanted to accompany him back to the room.Zheng Yanlang waved his hand, saying that there is no need, he can do it by himself, but after walking a few steps, he almost fell down again, which scared people enough.

Both Zheng Zetian and Shen Mingqing's hearts were in their throats.

"Dad, let Song Tezhu come back, Yan Lang's body won't be able to handle it like this! I'm the only son." Shen Mingqing felt sorry for his son, bowed his head and wept.

Zheng Zetian was in a dilemma, he couldn't ride a tiger, and he didn't like that woman, but it was not as important as his grandson.He could only compromise, and ordered Secretary Deng to arrange someone to replace Song Yuye.

The man who had already entered the elevator changed his decadent appearance just now, with a sly smile on the corner of his mouth, and straightened his clothes.But after playing a bitter trick, the old man took the initiative to recall Song Yuye.

……

Song Yuye, who was far away in Seoul, received a transfer order from the company to hand over the work to the new staff from the headquarters before returning home.

She thought it was Zheng Yanlang who sent the transfer order without authorization, but after questioning, she found out that it was the chairman himself who asked her to go back.This surprised her, it didn't fit Zheng Zetian's style of doing things.

"Wife, when are you coming back? I miss you." Zheng Yanlang acted like a baby to the screen, pouring out his lovesickness, "The day after tomorrow is my birthday, and I want to spend it with you."

"I'll go back to accompany you after handing over the work in hand. If it's too late for your birthday, I'll ask the courier brother to send you a gift." She acted like coaxing a child.

Zheng Yanlang was a little disappointed, the gift or not is not important, the most important thing is when the person comes back.

"Okay, good boy, I have something to do here, so I'll download it first." Someone called her from the side, and she could only hang up the video.

Zheng Yanlang put down his phone and continued to check the bidding documents in front of him. The land in the south of the city was going to be auctioned.

……

It was still very early, but was awakened by the knock on the door, Zheng Yanlang frowned slightly, who was so diligent in the morning to disturb people's dreams, could it be that someone came back and deliberately surprised him.

This kind of thought put him in a good mood, and he didn't care if his dream was disturbed, so he quickly got up and opened it.

Expectations fell through, and there were two couriers in overalls outside the door.

"Mr. Zheng Yanlang, right? This is Miss Song's birthday present to you. Please sign for it." The courier brother handed him a pen and a slip, and pointed to the place for him to sign.

Sure enough, she didn't come back, Zheng Yanlang was a little disappointed, did it take so long to hand over the work?
I don't know what birthday present she gave herself. It was a big box, wrapped in floral paper, with a big bow tied on the top.The two courier brothers struggled to carry it into the living room. Zheng Yanlang glanced at the huge gift but didn't intend to unwrap it. The packaging was too feminine, and it probably contained a big doll or something to coax little girls.

I lay down on the bed again, but I didn't feel sleepy for a long time, so I simply got up to wash up, ran on the treadmill for half an hour, took a shower again, and changed into a suit.There was bread and milk in the refrigerator. He tried to fry an egg for himself, and it tasted good.

During Song Yuye's absence, he would also learn to cook some simple dishes from Xiaohongshu. Now cooking is not just about boiling water.

His eating style has always been very gentle, he ate slowly, the gift in the living room was there alone, and he was never looked at by the master again.

The phone flickered, and a WeChat message popped up: Did you receive the gift?Like it?
Song Yuye sent it.

He glanced at the big box and replied: Got it, when will you be back?
The other party was silent for a minute before replying: It may take two or three days.

Zheng Yanlang was even more disappointed, the breakfast was tasteless and tasteless.

The other party asked him to open it quickly, there was a surprise.

surprise?It wasn't a surprise unless she was hiding in it.However, he obediently tore off the outermost colorful layer, and there was really a big square box inside.What the hell is this?
He wanted to open the box with his hands, but the box suddenly opened automatically.

"Husband, happy birthday."

Zheng Yanlang was really shocked, his body was tense, and he hadn't had time to be pleasantly surprised.He was stunned for a few seconds before he came back to his senses, his handsome face couldn't hide his surprise, it was indeed her in the box, and what was she wearing?Bunny girl?

In the workplace, Yujie turned into a sexy bunny girl. A few pieces of cloth outline a bumpy figure. Black fishnet stockings wrap her slender thighs. She wears a black ear headband on her head. She is full of charm, irresistible temptation, and blood spurting open.This goblin, Zheng Yanlang bit his thin lips, restraining the urge to swallow her into his belly.

"How is it? Do you like this gift? Isn't it a surprise?" She opened her arms and asked triumphantly.

He hugged her out of the box with a smile, and tugged at the short tail behind the clothes, making her coquettish/wheezing.

"I'm almost suffocating inside, why are you opening the present now?" She pouted with dissatisfaction.

He quickly apologized, put his arms around her and said, "I'm sorry, I was wrong. If I had known there was a sexy woman in it, why would I have waited until now."

"Am I prettier or those two bunny girls in your company prettier?" A woman's jealousy is innate.

"You look good, you are the prettiest." The man is also self-taught in sweet talk.

She glanced at the table and at him, "Will it delay your breakfast?"

"Of course not, but now I have something I want to eat more." He said ambiguously in her ear.

Pushing her to the dining table, he walked restlessly over her body with his big palm, and said hoarsely, "Be good, spread your legs, I'm going to open the present."

She blushed and regretted listening to Ruan Beiyao's words and treating herself as a gift, "Why don't we go to the room!" She was out of breath and exhausted, as if she had no bones.

"No, I'm going to be here." He was overbearing, especially in this matter.

Her earlobe was hot, so she could only compromise and give up the initiative.

The closed door was pushed open without warning...