Little President ABO

"Why should I go to Europe?"

In the empty restaurant where there were only two people, Yang Zhao asked Cheng Hui's plan without thinking.

Cheng Fan didn't expect his mother's reaction at all, his eyes widened in surprise, his mouth pursed, and he didn't know how to answer for a while.

"I've lived in the upper city for more than ten years, and I've gotten used to it. I don't want to go to a place so far away from Europe." Yang Zhao quickly and bluntly gave a negative answer.

"Also, what is there for you to be a director of a bankrupt bank? Are you promising?" Yang Zhao picked up the black tea on the table, took a sip leisurely, and put it back on the hand-woven cotton and linen tablecloth.

Cheng Fan's eyes widened, and he was very anxious: "Mom, don't you understand? I'm here to take you away from the Cheng family."

"Why did I leave Cheng's house? I have a good life here. "

Cheng Fan suddenly slapped the table, and the brownish tea splashed on the light yellow tablecloth: "It's good? You're crazy."

Yang Zhao remained motionless: "I'm not crazy. Here is a place where you can live comfortably and peacefully. You don't have to starve or suffer cold, let alone worry about fear. What's wrong?"

"Then you are willing to be forced by Cheng Jingyao?" Cheng Hui felt suffocated whenever he thought of the facts he saw that day.

Yang Zhao frowned slightly, but quickly let go, and restored his calm look.He didn't speak, but in Cheng Hui's view, he acquiesced to this statement.

Cheng Fanyi stood up, pointed at his mother's nose, and was so ashamed and aggrieved: "Why are you so, so..."

He still couldn't say those two words.Cheng Hui thought that he was just out of helplessness before, but he didn't expect him to become so contemptuous and self-deprecating now.

"Despicable?" Yang Zhao added easily to help Cheng Hui, and then sneered, "If I don't degraded, I might not be able to support you."

"But you don't have to support me now."

"Really? Now that your wings are stiff, you don't need me to raise them anymore, so you can blame me instead?"

Cheng Fan realized that he was suddenly out of control, he rubbed between his brows, sat back down again, and took Yang Zhao's soft but cold hands into his, "Mom, that's not what I meant, and I won't let you live anymore I have money and a job, and I can take good care of you when I go to Europe, so come with me."

"Take good care of me? Then can you buy a house as big as Hejingyuan? Can you buy me a few butler robots? Can you customize clothing and jewelry? Find a first-class chef to prepare three meals a day and deliver them to my mouth? Cheng Now, you are also 26 years old, stop fooling around with no brains." Yang Zhao stretched out his index finger to poke Cheng Fan's head, "Your father gave you the shares of AM, and you don't want to find a way to get this from Cheng Boshan. If you get it and think about going to Europe instead, you're crazy—you're crazy."

Cheng Fan closed his eyes in despair: "Mom, don't do this, I beg you."

"What? You also accept the concept of Shangcheng, and you start to look down on me, don't you?"

Cheng Fan gritted his teeth and burst out these words: "Cheng Jingyao, your stepson, how could you..."

"What's wrong? He's not my son." Yang Zhao's indifferent face showed a little impatience, "Besides, I don't want to raise another son, and he never recognized me as his stepmother. After all, we just What's so strange about two Alpha and Omega with a 16-year age difference."

Cheng Fan opened his mouth halfway, unable to digest these words coming out of Yang Zhao's mouth.

"But, but you, why did you find Cheng Jingyao, there are so many Alphas... why Cheng Jingyao?"

Impatiently, Yang Zhao bowed his head and straightened his sleeves. The cuffs were hand-stitched with gold threads and had a classic elegance.

"Can't you understand this? Your father is dead, we have to find another backer. As long as you are a little bit more capable than now, I don't have to work so hard."

A look of despair appeared on Cheng Hui's face, and he choked up: "So you don't care about my feelings at all, I'm just your bargaining chip to enter Cheng's house, right?"

"Cheng Fan, as a mother, I can only live for you to be a competent mother?" Yang Zhao pulled two pieces of paper and pressed them to the corners of Cheng Fan's eyes, sighed, and his voice softened, "Silly boy. You have the face of a smart person, but your brain can't turn around. You are my son, how can you be just a bargaining chip."

Yang Zhao stood up, a little tired from this conversation: "My private affairs are not your business. You mess with those o's, I never care about you. These are trivial matters."

"The real thing is that you have to learn how to manage and operate a company. With your current cowardly appearance, AM will not be successful in your hands. If you have a little bit of Cheng Boshan's ruthlessness, and Cheng Jingyao's deep scheming, you won't be able to do it now." Haven't gotten into AM yet. You know what? I can't help you with the only thing about learning skills."

"The meal is still hot, you can go back after you eat something, I'm a little tired." Yang Zhao said, holding on to the handrail and going upstairs.

Cheng Hui sat downstairs blankly, his world collapsed a few days ago, and this time, his world completely collapsed again.

He doesn't understand why his mother is like this?His gentle and tough mother, he never thought that he would do such a thing, and she was justified, without any shame.In fact, Cheng Hui thought of a certain hidden corner, but he didn't want to believe it, so all he wanted to do was run away with his mother.

Cheng Fan hugged his head, and when he couldn't swallow it, he couldn't help blaming himself for all the sins.As his mother said, he was too incompetent, he drifted with the crowd, muddled through, and let himself be depraved.

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The day before Cheng Boshan's wedding, Cheng Jingyao came to Hejing Garden to send Yang Zhao a wedding invitation.As a result, the door of the outer courtyard opened, and he immediately saw Cheng Fan.And Cheng Fan stood there with his arms folded, as if he was going to pounce on him and tear him apart when he got out of the car.

Fortunately, after delivering the invitations today, there are still many things to be busy. Cheng Jingyao has an assistant to follow, so he asked the assistant to go down and handed the invitations to Cheng Fan.There are two, one is Yang Zhao's and the other is Cheng Hui's. Originally, Yang Zhao was going to send it to him, but he happened to be there, so I sent them together.

It looks like two light blue hollow paper boxes, but it is heavy in the hand.At this moment Yang Zhao came out, glanced at the direction the car was going, turned around and was attracted by the invitation in Cheng Fan's hand, and immediately guessed what it was: "Cheng Boshan's wedding invitation?"

Cheng Fan handed him the two boxes together, gave a faint "hmm", turned and entered the room.

For the past two days, he stayed in Hejingyuan, trying to persuade Yang Zhao to leave with him, but also kept Cheng Jingyao from getting closer. In addition, the house in the lower city was sold, so he could no longer go to Jiang Sulu's place, and he had nowhere to go for the time being.

Yang Zhao was overjoyed when Cheng Boshan sent an invitation.After all these years, he can finally attend the banquet of Shang Cheng's family in a legitimate way. The president of FTG and AM got married, and I also know that those who can come are either rich or expensive.

He couldn't wait to open the invitations while walking, caught up with Cheng Hui, and handed one of them to him: "This is for you, scan the admission code into the terminal, otherwise you won't be able to enter the infield."

Cheng Fan pushed Yang Zhao's hand away: "Not interested."

Yang Zhao went around to Cheng Hui, put the invitation back into Cheng Hui's hand, and said harshly, "You must go for me."

Cheng Hui looked at his mother's serious face that had cooled down, hesitated for a moment, and accepted the invitation.

His room was originally next to Yang Zhao on the second floor, but the experience of going to the second floor last time made him suffer from sequelae. He had no choice but to live in Hejing Garden, but he refused to go to the second floor. A guest room was packed out for him to live in.

At night, Cheng Hui tossed and turned in bed, always feeling that the invitation card he casually threw on the table was too strong, disturbing his sleep.He got up again, threw it into the drawer, went back to bed and spread the pancakes for a while, and finally couldn't bear to open the invitation that had been unsealed by Yang Zhao again.

He took out a bunch of things from the box, a postcard with a love poem, two wedding photos, a coin-sized scanner, and an invitation.

The poems on the postcards are in handwritten script. It seems that the handwriting was not written by Jiang Sulu, but by Cheng Boshan.Cheng Fan couldn't help but snort, it's like a joke for a person like Cheng Boshan to engage in this kind of thing.The wedding photos are not good-looking either. The height difference between Cheng Jingyao and Jiang Sulu is not small. Jiang Sulu has a dazed innocence on his face, and Cheng Boshan has a serious and mature face. The two are wearing the same style of dress, which looks like a parent-child photo.

He unfolded the invitation card, and the exquisite three-dimensional paper-cut immediately presented the complex background of the two people's wedding and the figure of kissing.The contents of the invitation were typed by machine, and there were two handwritten signatures at the end.

Cheng Hui finally connected the code scanner to his terminal, and after a brief video of the wedding photos and music, the wedding venue appeared—Saltu Hotel in the northern district of Shangcheng.

This hotel is a seven-star hotel jointly opened by Cheng Boshan and others. It has been in operation for three years, and it has not been able to make a profit because it has no special selling points.Now, after the wedding, the hotel should be able to receive a lot of wedding reservations.

The video continues, and it looks like the ceremony will be held on the lawn in front of the hotel.

After the video is over, the specific address and wedding time will pop up, and there is also an option of whether you are free to attend.

Cheng Fan hesitated for a while, but finally chose to participate.

Then a box popped up asking him to fill in his address and pick-up time, and Cheng Hui filled it in casually.The next item is the list of drinks, food and ingredients of the day, it is recommended that people with allergies know in advance.There is also a plan map of the wedding venue, with the ceremony area, banquet area, leisure area, lounge...all marked out.

The wedding was grand and meticulous, and he could already imagine that the next month would be dominated by the wedding headlines.

Cheng Hui quickly skipped over these details and finally reached the end.In the end, Jiang Sulu gave a speech of thanks, which looked a bit like his demeanor when he was in a meeting, straightforward, rigorous and serious.

Cheng Fan didn't notice that he pulled the corner of his mouth.

After finishing the last sentence, Jiang Sulu finally showed a smile to the camera: "Thank you all for witnessing the wedding between me and Mr. Cheng Boshan, thank you!"

At this time, Cheng Boshan's face suddenly broke into the camera, as if he was doing something urgent, but he quickly calmed down his expression and tone, and followed Jiang Sulu and said, "Thank you!"

This was supposed to be over, but for some reason, Cheng Boshan suddenly turned his head and kissed Jiang Sulu's face, the camera freezes here, not even capturing Jiang Sulu's next reaction, and the projection gradually turns black.

Cheng Fan's face sank, and the stagnant anger in his heart was getting stronger and stronger. His fist fell on the table, and the plastic scanner suddenly fell apart.