At the door of the suite where you checked in, Zhang Aijia took out the key, Chen Chong stepped forward diligently and said, "I'll drive."

He twisted the key and pushed open the door. Zhang Aijia was surprised and happy to see the furnishings inside. The house was covered with flowers, and the tables, walls, and street stalls were filled with flowers, extending from the living room to the bedroom, like a sea of ​​flowers.

Zhang Aijia smiled like a flower and asked, "Is this what you did?"

"Today is the festival." Chen Chong smiled and made the call, and said, "Give you a little surprise."

"You can really think of the flowers on the Dragon Boat Festival." After Zhang Aijia walked in, she rotated around the middle of the living room, and then said in a little intoxicated manner: "So beautiful."

"How is it, romantic?"

"It was very romantic, but your words destroyed the atmosphere." Zhang Aijia laughed and blamed him, saying, "Look at your expression, you look like you are looking for credit and reward."

"A man gives flowers to women, isn't it just to seek rewards? Is it pleasing to the eyes?" Chen Chong held her hand, walked along the path made of flowers, and walked towards the terrace outside the bedroom of the suite, saying, "I admire the heart, pleasing to the eyes."

"You are really a guy who burns the piano and cooks the crane. It's so utilitarian and pornographic to give a flower." Zhang Aijia was dissatisfied. She brushed a rose with her fingers and said, "Can't you really be romantic with me?"

"Yes." Chen Chong pulled open the floor-to-ceiling curtains, revealing a dining table with candles and food filled with food, then raised her hand, kissed her, and said, "Beautiful and charming Miss Zhang Aijia, can you enjoy your face and have dinner together?"

At this moment, Zhang Aijia sniffed the fragrance of flowers, listened to the sound of the blue sea, bathed in the stars in the sky, looked at Chen Chong's soft face, and was intoxicated. She smiled and said, "This is just like that."

"Hey, you ruined the atmosphere this time, don't blame me."

"Forget it, let's not have a chance to be romantic." Zhang Aijia smiled and waved her hand, walked onto the terrace first, then moved the chair, sat down, and said, "My mother has taught me etiquette since she was a child, but unfortunately I have never done it well, so I should not pretend to be a lady, it's awkward."

"That happens to be true. I'm not a gentleman, I'm a rich man." Chen Chong sat down opposite her, took out champagne from the barrel full of ice, and said, "Drink some?"

"Okay." Zhang Aijia nodded with a smile and asked, "When did you prepare these things?"

"Just a few minutes before you arrive at my office." Chen Chong said while drinking: "One of the day, and another is to celebrate."

"What are you celebrating?" Zhang Aijia asked with her hands on her chin, "Celebrating that you made a big profit today?

"There is nothing to celebrate making money, it's just numbers." Chen Chong made a gesture, signaling her to hand over the cup, and said, "To celebrate the successful peace talks between the East Palace and the West Palace, I can finally embrace the left and right openly in the future."

"So shameless, then you can celebrate alone." Zhang Aijia rolled her eyes. She waited for Chen Chong to pour out the wine, took the cup, and asked with an ambiguous smile: "Don't you want to know what we talked about yesterday?"

"No need, I just look at the results." Chen Chong said happily: "As long as you both didn't run away, why should I care about what I talked about?"

"Look, you're beautiful"

"Speaking of this, do you think I look like Jardinet?"

Zhang Aijia was puzzled and looked up at him.

"Jarel Iron and Foreign Company is engaged in joint ventures, holding Land Group with one hand and Hutchison Whampoa with the other hand." Chen Chong stretched out his hands and said, "KatarIu has a company. You also want to build a company now. I have one in my left hand and one in my right hand. Does it look like Jarel Iron and Foreign Company?"

"Then you have to be careful." Zhang Aijia understood and said with a smile: "Jiahuo Foreign Company has no Hutchison Whampoa, so be careful too, don't have a love scene in Bao Yugang."

"I stab the other one to death when one appears." Chen Chong grabbed the knife, waved it, and said, "Yimah Foreign Company is a joint venture, I am a controlling shareholder. You both are subsidiaries. You want to have a fuss, but you don't even have any doors."

"It's so ugly. Who would have thought that a good friend would be out of the way?" Zhang Aijia gave him a blank look and started eating, saying, "I don't have the ability to be so strong. This newly opened small company will have to rely on you to take care of you in the future."

"It's easy to say, it's easy to say." Chen Chong shook his wine glass, leaned forward, and smiled in a tinted state, and said, "As long as the serving master is comfortable, silk, satin, brocade clothes and food, give whatever he wants."

"The little girl is not asking for anything." Zhang Aijia gave him a charming look and said with resentment and shame: "The little girl has liked talented people since she was a child. She envied two stories most, one is that the song made Zhou Langgu, and the other is that 'I don't want a thousand gold, and I want to win Liu Qixin. The master is very talented, so why don't you reward the little girl with more scripts and music scores? You have nothing to do on your daily life, so you can have a pastime so that you won't be confused by the crazy bees, waves, butterflies."

interesting

Chen Chong laughed arrogantly and said, "Young lady knows what she is and what she is. I like it very much..."

One is knowledgeable and the other is informed and tactful. The two of them talked and laughed and joked with each other in good wine and food, and were having fun. As they were chatting, Zhang Aijia pointed behind Chen Chong and asked, "Is Zhang Ailing living in the suite over there?"

"Yes." Chen Chong looked back and said, "She went back to Shanghai to visit friends. It has been empty recently and no one lives there."

"She doesn't plan to go back to the United States?"

"I can't say it's right." Chen Chong wiped his hand with a napkin, which was stained with soup, and said, "All talented people are sensitive and fragile, and their minds are unpredictable. I can't tell what she thinks. But I don't want her to go back to the United States to be a home girl. When she first came back from the United States, she was very energetic. In the past few months in Hong Kong, she has been walking around, meeting old friends, and then she has lived. Staying in Hong Kong is good for her health."

"Looking at your old and arrogant look, you are a junior, and Zhang Ailing is a senior expert. Don't be distorted." Zhang Aijia gave him a blank look and asked, "What does the home girl mean?"

"It's just a woman who hides in the house without leaving her home and doesn't see the sun, she's called a home girl."

"You are very good at creating words and very vivid." Zhang Aijia laughed and asked again: "I read the report that you pay for the food, clothing and expenses of Zhang Ailing in Hong Kong?"

"That was a misunderstanding from the media. I just provided the suite at the Repulse Bay Hotel for free. Because this is where Zhang Ailing lived before, I accepted it. She has a weird temper and is not short of money. I want to continue to be attentive, but I can't find a way." Chen Chong said with some emotion: "When she was short of money, the copyright of the novel was not worth much. Now she doesn't need much money anymore. The copyright fee has increased by hundreds of times. So, it's really ironic. Only by having material things first and then spirituality can you make things difficult for art. But once you are comfortable, you become lazy and have no intention of doing art..."

He was talking loudly, but he heard the phone in the room ringing.

"Strange, who will call here at this time?"

Chen Chong signaled Zhang Aijia not to move, then stood up and walked into the house. After a while, when he came back, he looked surprised.

"What's wrong?" Zhang Aijia asked, seeing this, "Who called it?"

"It was Xiaoyu who came." Chen Chong didn't sit down. He picked up the wine glass, took a sip, and said, "An hour ago, HR board chairman Li Xiaohe died of a sudden heart attack."
Chapter completed!