Chen Zhaojun, Xiao Hongwei and his wife were all sitting in the living room. The three of them didn't talk much during the whole process. Lv Yuqing was still unconsciously turning the jade bracelet on her wrist. She seemed to have a lot on her mind.
Logically speaking, Chen Zijin was no longer hungry, so she should be able to breathe a sigh of relief. However, when she recalled what Chen Zhaojun had said earlier, she suddenly realized that since Shen Youchu had fed Chen Zijin, shouldn't Little Fishy feed Chen Zipei as well?
"I should have stopped breastfeeding!"
Lv Yuqing thought regretfully.
Now that Chen Zijin had stopped crying, Lv Yuqing's heart hardened again. She even began to worry about personal gains and losses.
Everyone was actually like this. Fortunately, Lv Yuqing didn't intend to refuse the breastfeeding. She was thinking about how to describe this complicated night to Little Yu 'er.
Different from the "weird" atmosphere outside, the bedroom was warm. Little Yu 'er breastfed for a while, and soon fell asleep in Shen Youchu's arms. Mo Ke and Hu Linyu both sat on the edge of the bed and watched.
"This little thing really knows how to enjoy life."
Hu Linyu reached out her hand and pinched Chen Zijin's pink and tender little face.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk …"
Little Yu 'er smacked her lips and scratched her little chubby hand. However, her eyes were still tightly closed, and she was immersed in a sweet dream.
"Don't wake her up."
Shen Youchu said in a low voice. She even put her arms flatter so that Chen Zijin could sleep more comfortably.
"Do you really treat her as your biological daughter?"
Hu Linyu muttered unhappily.
Shen Youchu and Mo Ke didn't respond. Mo Ke looked at Chen Zijin carefully. In fact, Chen Hansheng's eldest daughter was also very beautiful. When she pursed her lips, there were obvious little dimples on both sides of her cheeks. The two little sisters had their own unique features.
"I wonder how Chen Zipei is doing."
Mo Ke sighed. Chen Zipei was silly. Even if she was hungry, she would not cry like Chen Zijin. It was really worrying.
At the mention of her daughter, Shen Youchu also raised her head and silently stared at the dark night sky outside.
It was almost four o 'clock in the morning. Due to the time difference, it was almost two o' clock in the afternoon in North America. Of course, it was impossible to feel it on the plane because most people were sleeping. After all, their schedules had not been adjusted.
However, Secretary Tan Ying didn't rest. She stood guard at the door of the inner lounge, blocking all the "unrelated people" who wanted to discover the secret.
In fact, Tan Ying knew that this secret couldn't be kept. It would be exposed as soon as the plane touched down. However, Director Chen had said that they should wait until they left the airport to find out the truth. That way, there would be no way to salvage the situation.
This was the big boss's instruction. Although Chen Hansheng knew that it would be difficult and used the word "try your best", Tan Ying still wanted to complete it to the best of her ability.
She was currently a P6. Although she was only a step away from P7, she was actually as far away as the Milky Way.
Even with Chen Hansheng's help, Tan Ying felt that it would still be difficult for her to become a P7. This was because the P7 in Nutshell were almost all the back-up cadres of the management.
For example, the research and development director of Nutshell's third-generation mobile phone, the project leader of Nutshell Community, the project leader of Nutshell Cloud, and the first store manager of Nutshell Lifestyle Store …
These P7s were all famous figures in the industry.
The former person in charge of Nutshell Express, Wang Xing, had been promoted to P8 and often attended board meetings. Recently, the big boss seemed to have given Wang Xing a task to develop a social application like Nutshell Weibo. It was specifically based on Twitter in the United States.
It was foreseeable that if Nutshell Weibo could be as successful as Nutshell Express, Wang Xing would very likely be promoted to P9 and become the director of Nutshell Electronics.
Tan Ying wondered if she could participate in such a new project from the beginning and leave her mark on "Nutshell Weibo." That way, it would only be logical for her to become a P7, and no one in the company would object to it.
In the huge Nutshell Electronics, there was only one "upright" P9, Nie Xiaoyu, who had connections.
However, Nie Xiaoyu's status was different. When Chairman Chen was still a commander without an army, she had been following behind him as a loyal lackey. Now, she could naturally enjoy the fruits of victory openly.
"P8 is my limit."
Tan Ying, on the other hand, had a clear understanding that technical talents like Li Xiaokai, Huang Liqian, and Wang Xing were irreplaceable. However, administrative secretaries like her could be easily found. Therefore, even if she completed all the tasks given by Chairman Chen without making any mistakes, she would still have to wait until she was in her forties before she could become a P8.
However, a P8 would be able to enjoy equity dividends, especially after Nutshell Electronics Network Technology Co., Ltd went public. Her annual salary would be in the tens of millions.
"Creak ~"
Suddenly, Liang Meijuan, who was sleeping on the bed, turned over. This movement startled Tan Ying. She quickly put aside these wild thoughts. She could not afford to have any problems during this final period.
Actually, the situation on the plane was not safe. There were four crises during the flight.
The first crisis happened two hours after takeoff. Liang Meijuan was tired of the TV recordings on the plane and planned to carry "Chen Zijin" out to tease her.
Empress Dowager Liang still thought that the person in the lounge was Little Yu 'er. In fact, she was not the only one who thought so. Even Xiao Rongyu thought so too.
Of course, Chen Hansheng rejected her. However, this flight would take about 14 hours, and Empress Dowager Liang would ask for the baby sooner or later.
If he kept rejecting her, Xiao Rongyu might become suspicious.
Therefore, Chen Hansheng found an opportunity to quarrel with his mother. The mother and son had always quarreled with each other, so Xiao Rongyu did not take it to heart. She even comforted Liang Meijuan in a soft voice.
The second crisis happened during dinner, but it was solved by Chen Hansheng. Before feeding the baby, he deliberately asked Tan Ying to bring it in. He also loudly interacted with his daughter. Liang Meijuan and Xiao Rongyu, who heard the noise, did not disturb him.
The third crisis happened during sleep. It was reasonable to say that the lounge should be given to Empress Dowager Liang. Normally, Chen Hansheng would not mind sleeping on the floor, but he definitely would not give it up tonight.
However, Chen Hansheng was prepared. He had prepared two foldable beds on the plane.
Although it was not as comfortable as a soft bed, Liang Meijuan was not a delicate person. She only scolded her son a few times before covering herself with the blanket and going to sleep.
Xiao Rongyu did not lie on the bed. She took out a soft pillow and put it around her neck. After reading a book for a while, she raised her head and took a light nap.
However, at 2 o 'clock in the morning, Xiao Rongyu automatically opened her eyes and knocked on the door to feed the baby.
This was the fourth crisis. At that time, Tan Ying's palms were sweating. However, Chen Hansheng was very calm. He said in the lounge that "Chen Zijin" was already asleep and they would talk about it tomorrow morning.
Xiao Rongyu felt a little strange. Her daughter usually woke up at this time to drink milk. However, she did not hear her daughter crying like usual, so she really thought that Chen Zijin was sleeping.
She had to thank the little silly bun for her "friendly cooperation". She really did not like crying, even though her little mouth was opening and closing, missing the taste of breast milk.
After the fourth crisis, the situation was much more stable. Another two hours later, Tan Ying knocked on the door of the lounge. "Chairman Chen, we will land in half an hour."
After a while, Chen Hansheng's voice sounded from the lounge. "Got it. Have you arranged the staff to pick us up?"
"Yes, it's all arranged."
Tan Ying had been to the United States several times for this plan. She had arranged everything well.
"Great."
Chen Hansheng did not say anything else, but patted Chen Zipei's little butt in his arms. "Daughter, we are arriving."
The little silly bun ignored him. She had already fallen asleep.
Chen Hansheng kissed the little silly bun's forehead. Last night, when his daughter wanted to drink milk, she actually opened Chen Hansheng's chest and wanted to kiss him.
In fact, from this point, Chen Zipei was not silly at all. She just needed to be "forced" a lot of times. She was really too easy-going.
"Dear passengers, please pay attention. We will land smoothly at JFK International Airport in 15 minutes. Please fasten your seat belts. The current temperature is 19 degrees Celsius …"
This was Wang Mingchun's broadcast. In fact, it was not necessary at all. However, this was probably a ritual.
"Phew ~"
Chen Hansheng took a deep breath. Whether he would be killed by Little Yu 'er or not, it would be revealed soon.
… ….
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