"It doesn't seem very possible."
As he thought about it, Chen Hansheng suddenly slapped himself. This stupid conjecture was really "f * cking ridiculous, f * cking ridiculous. It's ridiculous to the extreme."
Other than believing in Old Chen and Mo 'er's mother's character, Mo Ke was still a DINK fan. She didn't want to have a child when she was young, and it was even more impossible now.
Furthermore, she currently placed all her attention on Shen Youchu, waiting for Shen Youchu and Chen Hansheng to get married and have children. She wouldn't have any other thoughts.
"Then, what is the reason that made Old Chen lose sleep, quit smoking, and stood in front of the mother and baby store for so long?"
Chen Hansheng thought silently, and at the same time ruled out another possibility.
If his parents felt that his main account was useless and really wanted to create a new one, they wouldn't hide it from him, and Old Chen wouldn't be so anxious.
Chen Hansheng didn't think of looking for the reason from himself, because he didn't have time to use the "secret pregnancy formula" on Little Yu'er, and secondly, he didn't receive any feedback.
The so-called feedback source was Wang Zibo, who was a spy planted in the "small fish gang". Chen Hansheng believed that as long as his best friend found out something important, he would definitely tell him immediately.
Of course, if everyone deliberately hid from this cute and stupid spy, Chen Hansheng would definitely not get anything.
… …
The father and son returned to Haining District one after another. After Old Chen went upstairs, Chen Hansheng still pretended to wait downstairs for 10 minutes, until Liang Meijuan called to urge him, "Your dad is already home, where are you going to pick him up? Hurry up and come home for dinner!"
"Coming ~"
Chen Hansheng was still laughing when he got home, and he kept bragging about his heroic deeds of fighting against a three-star company.
This news was already on the news of Jianye TV station, and his parents' reaction was still the same as before. Liang Meijuan kept nagging and reminding him to avoid offending people when doing business, and the more friends you have, the more options you have.
Old Chen never asked much about his son's way of doing business. He only told Chen Hansheng to take care of his body, not to take money too seriously, and to have a peaceful heart that could properly treat wealth.
But at the end, Chen Zhaojun added one more sentence than usual, "You have to learn to quit smoking."
"Why?"
Chen Hansheng grasped the key point and asked.
Chen Zhaojun was stunned for a moment, as if he was looking for an excuse to answer. Chen Hansheng was also waiting with bright eyes.
But at this moment, Liang Meijuan knocked her son's head with her chopsticks. "Is it wrong to ask you to quit smoking? Why are you still asking why? There's no reason. You have to do it!"
Because of his mother's "pig-like teammate behavior", this matter was directly covered up. Chen Hansheng did not notice the subtle changes in Old Chen's expression. He could only sigh.
"My mom and Shen Youchu are so silly!"
… ….
After dinner, Liang Meijuan was washing the dishes in the kitchen. Probably because her son came back home, she was even humming an out-of-tune tune. She seemed to be in a very good mood.
The father and son sat on the sofa and watched TV. Chen Hansheng browsed the news for a while and looked at the netizens' comments about his behavior today.
Most of the comments were praises. Of course, there were also a lot of paid posters from the Internet Department of Nutshell Electronics who subtly influenced and established the image of Nutshell Electronics as a "national enterprise".
"Dad ~"
Chen Hansheng put away his phone with satisfaction and said to Old Chen, "Let's go to the balcony and chat for a while?"
"Oh, okay."
Chen Zhaojun was a little surprised, but he still agreed.
The father and son went to the balcony. Although it was already past the beginning of spring, the night still had the taste of winter. The sky was as if it was smeared with ink, and there were a few stars dancing in the distance. The moon was big and round, but the light that scattered down was cold and clear like crushed ice, quietly spreading on the ground of the residential area.
"Phew …"
Chen Hansheng exhaled a mouthful of white smoke, took out a cigarette and was about to light it.
"I already told you to quit smoking."
Old Chen was a little unhappy and stopped his son from smoking.
"Whoa!"
Chen Hansheng smiled and put away the cigarette case without saying anything. Chen Zhaojun didn't say anything either. His father was always very patient.
After a while, Chen Hansheng suddenly asked, "Dad, are you hiding something from me?"
Old Chen glanced at his son with hesitation, but shook his head in the end and said, "No."
He had no choice. Before he got off work, Old Xiao specially called him and begged him not to tell Chen Hansheng that she was "pregnant".
Little Yu 'er was preparing to go abroad in advance tomorrow after hearing the news that Chen Hansheng was coming back.
Xiao Hongwei was worried that once Chen Hansheng found out the truth, once he went to Little Yu 'er, his daughter's morning sickness would only be more intense. And judging from her current attitude, it was more likely that Little Yu' er wouldn't accept Chen Hansheng.
Old Xiao's tone was changing, and the thing that Chen Zhaojun was most worried about also happened. This father of a "daughter slave" seemed to gradually listen to Little Yu 'er.
As long as his daughter was happy, it didn't matter if the child didn't have a father or grandparents. In short, it was fine as long as the child had maternal grandparents.
This was also the reason why Chen Zhaojun stood at the entrance of the mother and baby store, looking at those babies sadly. He also wanted to hug his chubby baby.
"Hansheng."
Old Chen didn't know what to say. He could only sum up a thousand words into one sentence, "You have to be more mature. Many times, even if you are unwilling to let go, you have to make a decision. Otherwise, you will lose more."
After Old Chen finished speaking, he returned to the living room, leaving Chen Hansheng in a silent daze, and the cold White Moonlight on the floor.
… …
Chen Hansheng stood on the balcony for a while. He still didn't understand his father's meaning, but he felt very depressed for no reason.
"Ring, ring, ring ~"
At this time, Wang Zibo suddenly called. After answering the call, he said excitedly, "Xiao Chen, I saw the news that you dissed Samsung. You are really proud of yourself, and you are destroying the prestige of the South Koreans …"
Chen Hansheng didn't want to listen to this nonsense, so he interrupted in annoyance, "Next time, if it's not about Xiao Rongyu, don't call me."
"F * ck!"
Wang Zibo couldn't help but complain, "You are treating me as a tool. We have been childhood friends for more than ten years. If there is any news in the future, I won't tell you!"
"Fine, fine, fine. Brother Wang, I am all ears."
Hearing Wang Zibo's tone, Chen Hansheng's mood suddenly became a little better. He seemed to like to build his happiness on the "pain" of his best friend.
"You son of a bitch, I don't want to talk to you anymore."
Wang Zibo pretended to hang up the phone, but he didn't actually do it. He was waiting for Chen Hansheng to salvage the situation.
"Alright, come out and drink. It's my treat."
Chen Hansheng said with a smile, "I'm not in a good mood either. Let's meet at the food stall of Hualian Shopping Mall later."
"What?"
Wang Zibo was surprised, "Are you back in Harbor City?"
"No, I'm going to transform and fly back now."
Chen Hansheng answered seriously.
"Bullshit!"
Wang Zibo realized that Chen Hansheng was teasing him again.
"I have something to do in my hometown this afternoon. I didn't have time to tell you."
Chen Hansheng said with a smile, "When I leave tomorrow, I will pick you up."
"That's more like it."
Wang Zibo's anger turned into joy. He ran all the way to the food stall, trembling. When he ordered the food, Chen Hansheng appeared leisurely.
Wang Zibo was very happy to see his best friend whom he hadn't seen for two weeks. He patted Chen Hansheng's shoulder vigorously and hammered Chen Hansheng's chest. If there weren't so many customers here, he really wanted to give him a bear hug.
After the two of them sat down, Wang Zibo's chatterbox could not be closed. He was like this. In front of familiar people, he had a lot to say, but in front of strangers, he only shook his butt and remained silent.
"Xiao Chen, you're having a great time in Jianye. I've been accompanying my mother to visit relatives during the winter break. She told everyone that I started a company and made a lot of money. I'm not used to being praised. There's an inexplicable sense of shame."
"Two days ago, there was a high school reunion, but you weren't there. Little Yu 'er also didn't attend. Gao Jialiang was really good at showing off. Hmph, I left after eating without singing!"
"Bian Shishi was also in my hometown. We can only chat on QQ every day. However, I found that recently, I have a good tacit understanding with her. Could this be the telepathy between lovers?"
… …
Chen Hansheng listened while looking at Wang Zibo's honest expression. He suddenly sighed, "Zibo, you are really like a piece of ginger."
"What do you mean?"
Wang Zibo blinked his eyes, "Does it mean that I have a strong character and am very manly?"
"Exactly the opposite."
Chen Hansheng shook his head and said, "Ginger looks like a piece of meat when it is cooked in red braised pork, it looks like a piece of potato when it is cooked in potatoes, and it looks like a piece of chicken when it is cooked in braised chicken. This means that it can be used in many ways, and it doesn't have any sense of existence."
… …
(There is another chapter at around 7 pm tonight.)
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