Chapter 140 The trouble with reorganizing the family (35)

Xu Yin feels that since she participates in the competition, she always hopes to do her best.

Whether it can win an award is secondary, but if you don’t even think the wine is competitive, why bother taking it to the competition? A jar of wine is wasted.

 The wine you submit will be tasted and scored by a jury of 100 people composed of wine experts, winemakers, and wine critics from all over the world. There will be no leftovers, and the leftovers will not be returned to you.

 Xu Yin thought of the greenhouse of the Sanatorium and the osmanthus tree in the backyard of old Xu’s house. There was a jar of three-year-old sorghum wine buried under it. How about sending it to the competition?

How can it be transported here?

At this moment, she received a call from Secretary Zheng.

Secretary Zheng said that a friend of his opened a fresh food chain in the capital. In two days, a cold storage truck would deliver the goods to the capital. He brought her some seafood to thank her for the gift package of the capital’s specialties last time.

Xu Yin asked him if it was convenient for him to transport a jar of wine for him.

“It’s buried under the osmanthus tree in the flower house. I brewed it three years ago. There will be a wine tasting competition in Kyoto in a few months. I want to take it to participate.”

"No problem!" Secretary Zheng replied readily, "Don't worry, I will keep it all for you and deliver it in full. But, I heard you say that, you are going to stay in the capital during the New Year?"

“That’s not the case. Grandma still wants to go back to the village to celebrate the New Year. We will go back after the game.”

 Secretary Zheng chatted for a few more words and then hung up.

 After getting the wine for the competition, Xu Yin continued to devour the foreign language materials and the wine-making notes given by Professor Fang.

Received a call from Song Mingjin, asking if she was at school or at home. The wine had arrived.

 Xu Yin: “…”

 I really didn’t expect him to help deliver it.

“Secretary Zheng said it was a cold storage truck, you...”

 I want to ask if he came here in a cold storage truck? The dignified CEO of Mingyu Group, this is unavoidable...

"I've owned an RV for two years and haven't driven it much yet. I happened to be here to do some work, so I asked Xiao Li to drive it for a long trip. He'll be leaving soon, and I'll stay here for a few days. The seafood Zheng Ping prepared for you The wine and wine were all in my car, and they didn’t go with the cold storage truck.”

 “Oh…” There are many.

Xu Yin is in the library at the moment. She asked him to wait a moment and she will go back immediately.

Shengyi Jiayuan is relatively open, and foreign vehicles can enter just by registering.

When Xu Yin arrived, Song Mingjin’s driver Xiao Li had already parked the car in front of her building and was moving foam boxes from the small cold storage on the car.

"This is too much and can't fit in the refrigerator. How about you take some away?" Xu Yin looked at the six large foam boxes and couldn't help but have a headache.

How could she and her grandma eat so much seafood?

"Isn't there a freezer? You didn't open it to use it?" Song Mingjin continued.

Xu Yin was stunned for a few seconds, then suddenly thought of something, her eyes slowly turned to him: "Secretary Zheng's friend who rented my house could be you, Director Song, right?"

 How else would he know there was a freezer in his kitchen?

When I talked to Secretary Zheng about these appliances that day, Secretary Zheng was obviously surprised. Moreover, she only mentioned refrigerators and disinfection cabinets, not freezers at all. It was obviously impossible for Secretary Zheng to tell him.

Song Mingjin didn’t expect to fall off his horse so quickly. He held his forehead and said with a helpless smile:

“I have no other intentions. When I heard that you were looking for a house, I asked Zheng Ping to contact you. I was afraid that you wouldn’t accept it.”

 “Why are you afraid that I won’t accept it?”

　　　…”

　　　 Song Dong was misfiring.

 Xu Yin looked at him deeply:

“Isn’t this the first time? Is that what you mean by the model house in Shuangli New Village?”

Song Mingjin touched the tip of her nose: "...Yes."

 Xu Yin: “…”

 She said it! How could I be so lucky? I just picked out a well-decorated model house. You can just move in with your bags. I bet it was delivered to your door.

There is one more thing that she had not thought about before, but now she seems to have a clue - "I remember, during the summer vacation of my third year of junior high school, I was hacked badly on the Internet. Did you step in and suppress it?"

“There was no pressure, I just told your step-sister’s high school classmate the truth.”

 That’s what he did.

“Besides these few things, what else are you secretly helping with?”

"Gone."

"real?"

Song Mingjin pondered for a moment and then said honestly: "Doesn't it matter if your old house is not demolished and used as a greenhouse?"

He paused, as if he was afraid that she would think too much, and then explained: "Don't get me wrong, the sanatorium project was developed only after it was considered that it was indeed worthy of investment."

The original intention was indeed her, but he didn't just make the decision as soon as his head was hot. It was after investigation. He prides himself on being a person who puts the overall situation first.

If Secretary Zheng were here at this moment, he would definitely sneer and complain in his heart: Boss, you know nothing about yourself.

Xu Yin looked at him steadily for a few times, slowly smiled, tilted her head and asked, "Why are you so nice to me?"

Song Mingjin clenched her fist to cover her lips and coughed lightly: "Are you sure you want to talk about this here? Can you wait for me to arrange a place?"

"…OK."

Xu Yin thought he was shy and wanted to find a quiet place, such as a tea room or a coffee shop.

Unexpectedly, this gentleman directly booked the Western restaurant on the second floor of Minghua Hotel and arranged for a violinist to play "The Night of Confession" live.

　　　…”

Song Mingjin took advantage of her going to the bathroom to change into a white suit, holding a bouquet of white roses and purple lilacs in her hand, and slowly walked up to her.

Had she not been sure that he was the one bound by the same heart, her precious companion who would grow old together in her last small world, she would probably have run away at this moment.

His eyes were gentle and seemed calm, but the tips of his ears, which were darker than the pink rose on the dining table, gave him away.

 Xu Yin's heart calmed down.

 This person is probably more nervous than her.

 “Ahem, you must have guessed it.”

Song Mingjin cleared her throat uncomfortably and began to wonder if the confession method she searched on the Internet would really work?

 You can draw the bow without turning back.

 He took a deep breath and introduced himself like he was on a dating show.

Xu Yin knew all this. Ever since she guessed that he was Yan Kejin, she had been searching for information about him on the Internet, but coming from his own mouth, it was more formal.

"...I'm seven years older than you, do you think I'm old? This is indeed a fact that I can't change no matter how hard I try, but age has a big advantage - it hurts people. Really! If you don't believe me, you can try it. Look No matter what product it is, you have to try it to know whether it is suitable or not. Just think of me as a real-life robot and test it yourself before making a conclusion, okay? Huh?"

　　　…”

Just like that, she got a boyfriend, and it was the kind of unlimited free trial.

 The right to be reinstated is in her hands.

 The holding of hands between the two of them was not so much an opportunity that he had fought for, but rather that she recognized him first and then gave him subsequent opportunities.

 “Hello, boyfriend!”

Xu Yin looked at him with a smile and stretched out her hand.

He was filled with joy and shook his hand gently: "Hello, girlfriend."

 (End of this chapter)