The buddhist girl transmigrated into a book - chapter 219

Gu Mian stared down at her toes.

“You are so kind to me, I can only serve the wine for the rest of my life.”

When he said these words, Cheng Che’s tone was soft and soothing, with deep feelings.

Gu Mian couldn’t speak.

Any words seemed a little pale at that moment. She knew that at that moment, he was serious.

Cheng Che laughed, and wanted to say something more, but the relatives downstairs noticed the movement on their side, and many of them had already probed their heads curiously. A few troublesome people even went upstairs.

After noticing that someone was coming, Cheng Che couldn’t say anything he wanted to say to Gu Mian in front of others.

The attitude of the relatives was very warm, “What are your little lovers doing?”

Cheng Che looked calm, “It’s nothing.”

The relative did not hold on to this topic either, after all, this was not the focus of his coming upstairs. He turned to mention the cooperation in the financial circle.

Everyone was a person in the same circle, so they learned it from many sources and quickly. On the contrary, Cheng Che, the person involved, may still belong to the group who came to know the news late.

The relative pretended and said with emotion, “Now it’s young people’s world. You are so capable, and your grandfather can finally let go of worrying about you.”

“Yes.”

The relative rolled his eyes, and his mind became active.

From the current point of view, Cheng Che’s future could be said to be limitless, and it was profitable and harmless to catch up with the relationship. He pretended to say casually, “By the way, my daughter will finish her studies and return home this year, you see…”

Cheng Che’s attitude was light, “I have a girlfriend.”

The relative choked, “No, you misunderstood, I mean she is an accounting student, you are the vice president, so…”

Cheng Che interrupted the person faintly, and said in a business tone, “The Cheng Financial Group welcomes any capable job applicant.”

He meant that as long as the person had the ability, she could naturally enter the company but if she did not have the ability, then he could only apologize.

After the relative heard the implication, his expression changed instantly.

Cheng Che didn’t care about his thoughts. He nodded politely, said goodbye in a distant way, and took Gu Mian straight downstairs.

In the living room, Mr. Cheng was talking with the guests who came to the door. When he saw Cheng Che, a proud smile appeared on his face.

He waved his hand to Cheng Che, “Che Zai, come here.”

Cheng Che took Gu Mian and sat down beside him.

Grandpa Cheng’s face was full of joy, “You kid, you told me that working with Mr. Smith would be difficult. But look, today, Mr. Smith wants to cooperate with us. You even kept it a secret from me.”

Cheng Che was helpless, “Grandpa, I really didn’t hide it from you.” 

Even he himself was kept in the dark. After receiving the call, he knew that he had received heavyweight cooperation. .

A round-faced relative said on the sidelines, “The child is mature and sensible. It was probably not a sure thing, and he will not take credit in front of you.”

Mr. Cheng was both proud and distressed, “Che Zai, this child is good at everything, but he is too mature and stable. Everything is hidden in his heart. He doesn’t look like a 22-year-old boy.”

Cheng Che reminded him, “Grandpa, I turned 23 years old after the New Year.”

Grandpa Cheng glared at him, “He is still very young at the age of twenty-three. Look at the child of the Chen family. At twenty-six this year, he still looks like a child who has not grown up, isn’t he spoiled by his family?” Cheng Che had suffered a lot since he was a child, and these rare experiences had created his current self which was mature and stable.

One of the relatives knew that the twenty years that Cheng Che had been taken away caused Old Cheng great pain, so she hurriedly said, “Mature is good. You see, Che Zai is so capable, he will be able to take the responsibilities on your shoulders away immediately.”

Mr. Cheng smiled with satisfaction.

To say what he was proud of in his life, it must be having an outstanding grandson. None of the second generations around him were as good and capable as him. Even Cheng Zhi, whom he admired before, couldn’t match.

The cell phone that Mr. Cheng put aside rang continuously. The phone screen kept flickering.

After Grandpa Cheng picked up the phone, he frowned when he saw the caller ID, and then slowly answered the call.

The call came from Third Uncle Cheng’s assistant.

As soon as he was connected, Third Uncle Cheng’s assistant said anxiously, “Director, Manager Cheng had a stroke!”

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