Going downstairs from behind, when Huadong went to the bathroom, Ling Qingyu looked at Yang Zhao and asked, "What's the matter?"

"A few people were chatting just now. The content of the chat..." Yang Zhao's hand was tightly clenched into a fist, and he breathed a sigh of relief, "It said that in this way, you and Hua Dong will definitely have a dispute. You won’t hand over the company to Huadong anymore, and Huadong will be beaten back to its original form, saying, “Who told Huadong to have an idea for something”

The contents related to Ling Qingyu and Hua Dong are extremely vulgar. If he had been in the past, he would directly kill those people, but, here...

"Who is it with?" Ling Qingyu asked harshly after a start.

"I didn't take a closer look, but looking at the content, the other party should be from Xiangdong Company. He has already called Xiangdong to deal with it. When they finish the review, they should know what's going on." Yang Zhao opened the door.

Mrs. Zheng’s wife is over fifty years old, but she has no wrinkles on her face. She looks very rich and amiable, and her temper is very bold. When she saw Ling Qingyu, she gave a big hug and kissed her face fiercely. After a while, he wanted to hug the flowers beside her.

"Hua... move...?" Her hand stopped in front of Hua Dong, and Madam Zheng hesitantly called as she watched Hua Dong.

"Yes, Mrs. Zheng, hello." After regaining her mood, Hua Dong smiled and nodded.

"I'm so old, I almost don't recognize it anymore." Madam Zheng's voice brought her familiarity, and she pulled her to sit next to her, and said: "Come on, sit with auntie, hey, let's talk about it. We haven't seen each other for more than ten years, I think it was..."

"Late night!" Mr. Zheng suddenly yelled, making Mrs. Zheng a startled smile and said: "Don't tell me, come, let me introduce you, this is my son, Zheng Guohua, you were together I played, you called him the steamer, not bad, my son looks good! I tell you, he, just came back from the United States, have not been in love, you have time to talk more !"

Mrs. Zheng called out Mrs. Zheng's name three times, but Mrs. Zheng didn't pay attention to him at all. Then she rushed out like a gun, and said that he was pulling his son by his side to ask him to stand up and give flowers two circles. Move look.

Hua Dong was sluggish again, and could only smile and smile to Zheng Guohua, who was directly held by his mother and reached out to him: "Hello."

"Sister Hua can call me the same as before." Zheng Guohua didn't mean to be forced by his mother at all. He smiled with a friendly smile on his round apple-like face.

Before... Steamer? Looking at the man in his early twenties who was tall, mellow, white and tender like a very good bun, his mouth was twitching, I don’t remember, who are you? Such a loving name, such a loving look, but...I don't remember at all...

"Ah, forgot, you Hua'er, it's okay, it's the same if you know it again in the future." Madam Zheng waved her hand to Ling Qingyu who wanted to sit next to the flower movement, and asked her son to sit down on the other side of the flower movement. , Smiled and said: "You young people communicate more. Well, it's not that Mr. Cheng and Mr. Yang are going out. Then, Miss Ling, let Ms. Hua communicate with my son in the future. How about?"

Ling Qingyu was pulled by Yang Zhaoyi and sat down far away from the steamed buns. The buttocks had not yet been seated, so that Madam Zheng couldn't catch her words for a while, and she looked at Mr. Zheng.

"Well, don't..." Mr. Zheng's expression was embarrassed. He just wanted to say leave her alone. When Mrs. Zheng gave a fierce look, he immediately said: "I think it is feasible, and Ms. Hua is also clear about this. Project, you always have to leave a contact here."

"But, I really don't understand." Hua Dong hurriedly said, such a simple jewelry company has made it like this, such a large project involves so much...

"It's okay, it's okay, you don't need to take care of those troublesome things. That's not it. Sometimes we can't contact Mr. Cheng, you can help convey it." Mrs. Zheng picked up the cold dish that the waiter had just brought her to her. A chopsticks looked at her lovingly, and said with a sigh: "I've grown up so much, hey..."

"Well, auntie, do you know me?" She was so obvious that Hua Dong couldn't even know it, so she had to ask under her expectant gaze.

"Of course! Your mother and I are good friends, and she is a good person. What a pity..."

"Late night!" Mr. Zheng yelled and pointed to the dishes on the table: "Eat and eat. We are asking Miss Ling today. Don't worry about it!"

"I'm looking for something?!" Madam Zheng patted the chopsticks: "If I didn't meet a flower, it would be fine. You know that I have been looking for her for so many years, but you know she didn't tell me here? What are you doing? Heart? I see, you must have hooked up with the old immortal of the Hua family again, right? The old immortal who specializes in nasty things, if you mess with her again, don't..."

"Mom, mom, calm down!" Zheng Guohua hurriedly got up and went behind Madam Zheng and stroked her back: "You have high blood pressure, don't be angry!"

"Can I not be angry? Ah! You said you were looking for a vixen here in Shanghai, and I didn't care about you. That flower family's old man is so old, you still can't forget, that kind of vicious woman! If you... "

"Mom! Mom!" Madam Zheng was interrupted again by Zheng Guohua. With a wry smile, Zheng Guohua said: "This is a treat, Mom, let's go home to resolve the internal conflict, okay?"

Looking at Ling Qingyu and Hua Dong who were grinning stiffly (the men did not change their faces), Madam Zheng apologized: "I'm sorry, I'm so excited, don't blame it, don't blame it."

"Well, Madam Zheng has a true temperament. Come on, Qingyu offers Madam Qingyu a glass." Ling Qingyu raised the glass and said.

"Yes, Huadong also offers a cup to Auntie." Huadong stood up and said.

"Hey, good!" Madam Zheng picked up the wine glass, Zheng Guohua quickly poured her a cup of tea, apologetically smiled at Hua Dong and Ling Qingyu, and said: "My mother is not in good health. It is better to use tea instead of wine."

"We drank tea with auntie and replaced wine with tea. The heart is the same." Hua Dong hurriedly replaced the red wine in the glass with tea, drank it in one gulp, helped Madam Zheng to sit down and looked at the jade in her hand. Bracelet said: "Auntie, this is from Mr. Zheng, right?"

"Well, yes, yes, I bought it at your press conference, right?" Madam Zheng touched the jade bracelet on her hand, restored her loving smile, and smiled at Ling Qingyu.

"We are together, the company is now taking care of it."

"Really? Flowers are really capable." Madam Zheng praised.

The topic finally turned away. Madam Zheng and Huadong chatted about jewelry. The atmosphere at the dinner table was harmonious and harmonious, until Zheng and his son and Cheng Jia set the time for regular daily contact.

The guests enjoyed themselves, had a good meal and had a good talk. Looking at Hua Dong's face that had already drawn with laughter, Ling Qingyu said goodbye.

I asked Hua Dong to call her to talk to her in private. Madam Zheng didn’t stop them either, but when sending them out, she pulled Ling Qingyu to the bathroom alone, and suddenly said with a deep face, “There’s something, I want Ling. Miss, help!"