On the day of the blind date, the heir of a wealthy family pulled me to get the certificate.

Zhan Haoyu stood up, stretched out his right hand and shook Qiao Han's hand with a smile, "Mr. Qiao."

After Qiao Han shook hands with him, he made a gesture of asking him to sit down.

After Zhan Haoyu sat down again, Qiao Han sat down beside his mother.

Mrs. Qiao turned her head to look at her imposing daughter, then looked at Zhan Haoyu on the opposite side, and sighed in her heart, her daughter was more manly than Zhan Haoyu.

"Why come back now?"

Mrs. Qiao asked her daughter gently, "Aren't you still in the company at this time?"

"I just finished talking about a project, and I have some time, so I'll come back to see my parents."

Qiao Han's voice was low, and with outsiders present, she didn't dare to relax at all, for fear that Zhan Haoyu would find out that she was actually a beauty.

"When did President Zhan come?"

Qiao Han asked Zhan Haoyu.

Zhan Haoyu replied with a smile: "I just arrived today. I need to take care of some business matters. I came here on a business trip for a while. Last time I had dinner with my aunt at the same table and had a good chat. I will pay a visit."

"Haoyu, whenever you come to Jiangcheng in the future, come and sit down. Auntie likes to chat with you very much."

Mrs. Joe liked the young man very much.

Zhan Haoyu is eloquent. When chatting with him, he will be very considerate of the age of the other party. When chatting with the elderly, he will only chat with the other party about interesting things in the past. Although he is not from that era, he often hears about it from his grandma. If there are many, the chat can go on, and it will make the old man look like he has found a bosom friend.

When chatting with a middle-aged aunt like Mrs. Qiao, whether it's talking about the life events of the children, cooking soup, or cooking, he can talk about common topics.

Mrs. Qiao is used to her daughter's taciturnity, and she can't continue talking with her daughter when she wants to have a heart-to-heart talk. Suddenly, she meets a young man who has a good chat with her.

The two of them only met twice, and now Mrs. Qiao regards Zhan Haoyu as a familiar nephew.

If it weren't for knowing that Zhan's family has property in Jiangcheng, and Zhan Haoyu has no shortage of places to live, Mrs. Qiao would have wanted to invite Zhan Haoyu to live in Qiao's old house, so that the couple would also be able to appreciate the happiness of being accompanied by the younger generation.

"That's natural. Whenever I'm in Jiangcheng on a business trip, I'll come and see Uncle Qiao and Auntie."

Qiao Dong said: "Stay here for dinner later, I have ordered the kitchen to cook more dishes, Haoyu, did you drive here by yourself? Uncle Qiao still wants to have a drink with you during the meal."

The future father-in-law wanted to have a drink with him, so he would naturally accompany him.

When getting married, everyone will drink alcohol. He has to improve his drinking capacity and prepare for the future.

Zhan Haoyu's alcohol capacity is actually very good, and he would not get drunk under normal circumstances.

"I'm currently staying in our family's hotel, which is diagonally opposite to your Joe's hotel. After dinner, if Joe can always send me back to the hotel, I'd be happy to have a few drinks with Uncle Joe."

Before Qiao Han answered, her parents answered for her. Qiao Dong said to his daughter: "Ah Han, you also stay at home after eating, and you will send Haoyu back to the hotel later. Dad hasn't talked to you for a long time. I've been drinking, and I've become addicted to alcohol, so it's rare for me to get along with Haoyu, and Haoyu is a guest from afar, so I definitely want to have a drink or two with the guest."

What can Qiao Han say?

Her parents agreed for her.

She has a team of bodyguards, and she can ask one of the bodyguards to act as his driver and take him back to the hotel.

Thinking of this, Qiao Han responded in a low voice: "Dad, it's okay, but don't drink too much."

"Just a few drinks, not too much. Your mother is watching, and your mother won't let me get drunk."

If he is drunk, he needs his wife to serve him. His wife doesn't want to serve him because she cares about his health, so he is usually not allowed to get drunk.

Qiao Han stopped talking.

Since her parents wanted to stay with Zhan Haoyu for dinner, Qiao Han, who originally wanted to come back to see her parents before leaving, could only stay at home and wait for dinner, but it was still early for dinner, she was really bored sitting, A little uncomfortable.

The main reason is that Zhan Haoyu would look at her from time to time, not knowing whether he was overthinking or the truth, Qiao Han always felt that the way Zhan Haoyu looked at her was unusual.

"Ahan, it's the first time for Haoyu to come to our house, and it's not time for dinner yet, so you take Haoyu out for a walk to get familiar with the environment of our house."

Mrs. Qiao saw that her daughter was impatient, so she arranged things for her daughter so that she would not get impatient and leave without eating.

This is obviously a home, but because my daughter is too busy with work, she always treats her home as a hotel, and leaves once she comes back for a meal. Occasionally she can stay at home overnight, and she feels like a guest, without the familiar feeling of going home .

Qiao Han did not refuse her mother's arrangement, she said to Zhan Haoyu: "Mr. Zhan, I will take you out for a walk."

Zhan Haoyu got up with a smile, and followed her out of the main house.

After leaving the main house, he said to her: "I feel like Mr. Qiao is uncomfortable in his own home. Mr. Qiao doesn't usually live at home, right?"

"The old house is too far away from the company. I bought a house near the company, and I usually live there, and I rarely go home."

Zhan Haoyu understood and said: "It's similar to our brothers, and we are also the same. We rarely go back to the Youyou Villa, but we grew up in the Villa, and we still have a lot of affection for the Villa. Going back to the Villa once in a while is like returning to ourselves. It is the same as the main battlefield of our country, unfettered."

Unlike Qiao Han who was like a guest in his old house, sitting on the sofa gave him a feeling of pins and needles.

After Qiao Han was silent, he said, "I only go back to the old house for a few days during Chinese New Year."

Although the Qiao family's old house does not belong to a mountain villa like the Zhan family's old house, it occupies a large area, with a good layout and beautiful scenery. It is a very modern garden villa.

"President Zhan is on a business trip to Jiangcheng this time, did something happen to the hotel?"

Qiao Han found a topic and asked Zhan Haoyu.

There is a hotel owned by Joe's that is diagonally across the street from Zhan's hotel. They are all so-called seven-star hotels, and they belong to the two most high-end and most luxurious hotels in Jiangcheng.

The two hotels will have some small conflicts because of the competition for business, but they will not be too much, mainly because the business of both hotels is very good.

Jiangcheng is the main battlefield of the Qiao family, and the Zhan family will not go too far. The Qiao family is afraid of the Zhan family group, and will not attack the Zhan family's hotel. Occasionally, there are small conflicts, which are caused by the people below, so there is no need to be alarmed. The upper management of the hotel, they can handle it themselves.

Due to such a "hostile" relationship, Qiao Han is very aware of the hotel opposite, and has never heard of any problems with Zhan's hotel.

Zhan Haoyu smiled and said: "Let me tell Mr. Qiao the truth. The business trip is fake, and it is true to avoid my parents' urging marriage. Mr. Qiao should have heard the news that my second brother is engaged. The eldest brother is married, and the second brother is engaged. I am in the third place, and the two shields in front are useless, so all the arrows are shooting towards me."

"If I don't run away, ten thousand arrows will pierce my heart."

Qiao Han: "..."