Meng A, he is pretending to be good and deceiving President Shu again

Zheng Huailu doesn't care what other people think, he just wants to forcibly stuff dog food.

As soon as the phrase "Shu is always my boyfriend" came out, Chen Haofeng fell into silence instead. After all, "Pillow Wind" has been something that has been hated since ancient times, and Zheng Huailu wrote [If you If you bully me, I will tell Mr. Shu. 】

Chen Haofeng spoke as if he was being pressed down by a boulder, holding back his heart and lungs.

Zheng Huailu raised her eyebrows slightly, is that all?

After returning to the company, the gossip spreads at the speed of light——

[Fuck, that airborne design director is Mr. Shu's boyfriend! 】

【do you know?The design director got this position by committing himself to Mr. Shu. 】

[Hey, hey, have you heard?Mr. Shu took advantage of his position to tie Director Zheng by his side. 】

【What?Mr. Shu is strong? !Sure enough, people cannot be judged by their appearance. 】

[Mr. Shu is awesome...]

When Shu Xing heard these rumors, he laughed angrily in the office.

As expected of him, Zheng Huailu...

Shu Xing called in a bad tone: "Come up."

"Okay Brother Shu, I brought you Haagen-Dazs." Zheng Huailu smiled.

Shu Xing pressed his forehead wearily, but after a few seconds, he let out a muffled laugh again, his indulgence beyond words.

Feng Sheng on the side: "..."

Help! ! !

Zheng Huailu really bought a copy of Haagen-Dazs, raspberry flavor, with some hazelnuts in it, the smell is sweet, as soon as the office door is opened, I can smell it, "I said I won't eat it."

"Try it, the little girl under my hand said it's delicious." Zheng Huailu put the box in front of him, leaned on the desk without standing, but he was very graceful, "Brother Shu can't finish my meal." eat."

Shu Xing is seldom treated like a child. He grew up in that environment, so he matured a lot, but Zheng Huailu "unintentionally" replenished him little by little.

This ice cream tastes really good, Shu Xing took a sip and asked casually, "How much?"

"A ball is 299."

Shu Xing couldn't help but said: "Restrain yourself, don't act like a rich man, and don't talk nonsense in front of the employees."

"Brother Shu is my boyfriend, how can this be called nonsense?" Zheng Huailu defended: "It's just the truth."

Shu Xing eats ice and water, and feels that chicken and duck talk.

Feng Sheng opened the door and came in to deliver the documents, and glanced at Haagen-Dazs beside Shu Xing. Zheng Huailu had established a special "friendship" with Feng Tezhu behind his back, so he could be a little more lenient to him: "Do you want to eat? I'll have someone buy it for you."

"No need." Feng Sheng looked blank, he knew it!Mr. Shu looked like he wanted to settle accounts with Zheng Huailu, but in fact he bought it with just one ice cream!

Zheng Huailu raced against time to stay by Shu Xing's side. At this moment, the mobile phone on the table vibrated, and the word "Grandpa" was very conspicuous.

It's Shu Yecheng.See Zheng Lai

"Shu Xing." Shu Yecheng said in a deep voice, "come to the old house for dinner tonight."

The child's voice came clearly from the microphone. Thinking about the heir, Shu Xing and Zheng Huailu exchanged a look without refusing: "Okay."

"Do you mind?" Shu Xing asked.

"A little bit." Zheng Huailu responded, but he was only possessive, and he was extremely irritable when he thought that there was a little thing he had never met before that would take away part of Shu Xing's energy.

After leaving the company in the afternoon, Zheng Huailu walked with Shu without hesitation. Many employees secretly cast their eyes on Mr. Shu's admiration. Shi's.

"Don't you feel... shame?" Shu Xing asked. After all, everyone seemed to have misunderstood him and thought he was the one above.

"It doesn't matter." Zheng Huailu shrugged: "It can't change anything anyway."

Shu Xing: "..."

The car drove all the way into the old house, as expected, Shu Xing saw several strange cars at the door.

Uncle Zhang came out to meet them: "Master, Mr. Zheng."

"Uncle Zhang." Shu Xing nodded, and asked while walking inside: "Is someone here?"

"Yes." Uncle Zhang responded.

Zheng Huailu will dress properly for a while, buttoned up, neat and elegant.

Shu Yecheng was talking to a little boy. The little boy saw that the food at home was good, and his face was so fat that he was about to fall off. The old man always liked the little fat guy like a baby, but Zheng Huailu didn't like it very much at first sight. Pretending, he commented in his heart, a brat must pretend to be sensible and obedient.

Shu Yecheng also has brothers, and the previous generation is even bigger, and the branches are like scattered branches and leaves, very complicated.

"Come here?" Shu Yecheng greeted them with a smile, and pulled the little fat man: "This is the little grandson of your fifth uncle's family."

Shu Xing couldn't match the number, he just nodded: "Yeah."

A well-dressed woman stood aside, joy flashed across her face when she heard this, but she was a little reserved.

"That's right." Shu Yecheng let go of the child's hand and motioned for the woman to take him away. Although the woman complied, she looked a little bit reluctant.

Shu Xing understood, stepped forward and whispered: "What's wrong, Grandpa?"

"He's back." Shu Yecheng said that his eyes were not eyes, and his mouth was not his mouth, as if that "he" was very hot.

Shu Xing was puzzled at first, then he was stunned, and then his face was ugly, and he said without emotion: "Then you shouldn't call me back."

In the past, Shu Xing would not have said that, and Shu Yecheng would not allow his grandson to suddenly disobey him, but at this moment Shu Yecheng sighed, "He arrived home at three o'clock in the morning. I was still asleep at that time, and I only found out when I woke up this morning. I said I want to see you, I thought you haven't seen each other for several years, are they father and son..."

Zheng Huailu was slightly startled, father and son?

Shu Xing was not emotional: "What about others?"

"Still asleep, jet lagged." Shu Yecheng whispered.

Shu Ye has a son——Shu Nanqiu. He has no interest in business since he was a child, and his temperament is also very quiet. Turning out of the world of mortals, he is very ungrounded, shouting about "freedom" all day long, and went abroad directly while studying. The influence of the outside environment made him firmer in his thoughts, and finally became an artist who likes to travel. The sculptures made by Shu Nanqiu, The oil paintings he painted and the handwork that he put together are well-known in the industry. Shu Yecheng was angry at first, but seeing that he has made a name for himself, and Shu Xing is obedient, he gradually let go of it.

But Shu Xing couldn't let it go. His impression of Shu Nanqiu was very weak. He may be a great artist, but in Shu Xing's view, he was unkind to his father, unfilial to his son, and hard to describe his husband. The conflict occurred because Shu Nanqiu was admiring a student's body.

It may really be pure appreciation, but the general public cannot reach his realm, and they cannot understand it.

"Brother Shu, drink some water." Zheng Huailu poured a glass of warm water and put it in Shu Xing's hand, and quietly rubbed the back of his hand with his fingertips.

Just as Shu Yecheng was about to say something, he was interrupted by a male voice: "Xiaoxing is back?"

Today, relatives and friends came to four or five houses, all of which were relatively close, and there was a strange silence.

Shu Nanqiu is impressive in the Shu family, but he is also like a marginal figure.

Shu Xing raised his head and saw that Shu Nanqiu had learned some custom. He had grown a beard and tied it with a small rubber band so that it was loose and drooping. It was very uncomfortable to watch. At least Zheng Huailu wanted to give him some scissors "Crack".

Shu Nanqiu's appearance is five points similar to Shu Xing's, but the aura exuding from his bones is completely different. He may have been exhausted, and his face still has fatigue that hasn't dissipated. undisciplined.

Shu Yecheng frowned: "Didn't I tell you to shave your beard?"

Shu Nanqiu touched subconsciously: "Sorry Dad, I forgot."

Shu Yecheng didn't speak any more, and the atmosphere became more and more condensed.

Shu Xing didn't have any intention of shouting at others. To be honest, this person had no sense of participation in his own growth trajectory, and he didn't see each other for several years. Shu Xing really couldn't open his mouth when he said "Dad".

Shu Nanqiu sat next to Shu Yecheng, who happened to be face to face with Shu Xing and Zheng Huailu.

"The camellias in the back garden are all in bloom. Do you want to take a look?" Uncle Zhang stepped forward to make a rescue. Everyone knew that it was not the right time, so they immediately followed, talking and laughing, and there were only four people left in the hall.

Shu Nanqiu stared at Shu Xing, his eyes were a little surprised and a little strange: "Do you still have contact with your mother?"

Shu Yecheng closed his eyes angrily.

These words stepped on Shu Xing's minefield, he raised his head and looked at Shu Nanqiu: "You guys are divorced, do you still remember?"

"Of course." Shu Nanqiu made a "pause" gesture: "Hey, I finally came back, don't be so hostile to me."

"What are you doing back here?" Shu Xing said unceremoniously, "I have no money for art, come and get some from grandpa?"

Shu Nanqiu couldn't hold back immediately.

Seeing this, Shu Xing sneered in his heart, how much money does playing art cost?Unless he is very talented, blacksmiths will not be able to bloom tender flowers in their hands. Without the financial support of his grandfather and the Shu family, how can Shu Nanqiu spend millions or even tens of millions of dollars in overseas high-level universities every year?Any material is a gold brick. He had a great time playing it, thinking that this is freedom and the true meaning of the world. In Shu Xing's view, it is the opposite. He has never been beaten by reality. He has lived in the ivory tower since he was born. , It is still the same today. One year, my grandfather was seriously ill, and I couldn't get enough calls to Shu Nanqiu. He said that he would come, but when he heard that the old man had turned the corner, he immediately canceled his ticket and went to a large local art exhibition.

To put it in detail, Shu Xing was very disappointed with him.

Shu Yecheng took a deep breath: "It's hard for the family to be together, let's calm down."

"A family?" Shu Nanqiu muttered in a low voice, looking at Zheng Huailu: "This is..."

Knowing that Shu Nanqiu didn't care about him at all, and didn't care about family affairs, Shu Xing said lightly, "My boyfriend."

Shu Nanqiu's expression changed slightly, as if he was very strange: "Do you like men?"

"Is it important?" Shu Xing asked back: "In the eyes of people like you, people are people, and there is only the difference between interesting and uninteresting. When did you separate men and women?"

Shu Nanqiu finally showed some anger on his face: "Do you have to talk to me like this?"

Shu Xing was serious: "This is, in my opinion, the most comfortable way to get along with you at present."