After the empress dressed as a wealthy little white flower

Chapter 113 It's Not That Simple

He Huilin was watching the back of Xie Qingsu going upstairs.

Because Xie Qingsu's temperament has changed drastically in recent months, and his aura has become more and more different. Last time, the pen in Taiyouju had already made her suspicious. Now seeing Xie Qingsu's rigorous and cold attitude like a superior, it seems He really has the demeanor of an heir to the Xie family.

She was thinking that her understanding of this biological daughter seemed to have been strangely deviated for some reason since many years ago, but recently, this sense of discrepancy was gradually disappearing, but it also made her feel uncertain.

Xie Qingsu didn't change his clothes when he went back to the room, he just washed his hands, stood by the window for a while, waited for an important call, put down the phone after answering the call, and looked out of the window with clear eyes.

After more than half an hour, Mrs. Lin came over and asked her to go down for dinner.

Usually there are only a few people in the Xie family, and the oversized dining table separates the family far away. Today, with He Junsheng's father and son as guests, and Xie Qingsu's return, it is rare that the size of the dining table complements each other very well. Not too big, not too small, just right.

"Military student, if the company is not busy, bring Qiuming around more often, so don't lose sight of him all day long." Mr. Xie is in a good mood today, and he doesn't know if he was won by those few games just now. After the chess was done, holding a small glass of white wine in his hand, the old god smiled and said, "However, it has been so many years, and I am very pleased that you can still remember today."

He Junsheng immediately toasted: "I was lucky to be appreciated by Bole decades ago, and I officially followed you. This day changed my life and my belief in life. Of course I remember, I dare not forget."

"Hahaha, okay, in my memory, the military student is still in his twenties and just came back from abroad. He is full of vigor and youth. But time flies, and in a blink of an eye, your face is also full of wrinkles Now, my son is so old." Mr. Xie drank the wine with emotion, his eyes fell on He Qiuming at the same time.

It happened that He Qiuming was sitting on Xie Qingsu's left, and he peeled off a shrimp and put it on the plate next to Xie Qingsu's bowl. He didn't put it directly in her bowl, but left her a choice. If she didn't want to eat it, she didn't As for taking up the place in the bowl.

Xie Qingsu didn't expect that he peeled the shrimp for her. Just as he realized it, Mr. Xie raised his eyebrows calmly, and continued to look at He Junsheng. The two of them were still drinking and chatting.

He Huilin also noticed He Qiuming's move.

In fact, after Xie Qingsu came back today, He Qiuming got up deliberately to meet Xie Qingsu, but he stopped moderately, but He Huilin also found out at that time.

At first, I thought that they had been in the company together for so long, that they knew each other very well, and it was just a polite relationship between colleagues.

But looking at it now, it seems that is not the case.

Although He Qiuming didn't show it clearly, he grew up in front of Xie's family. This child has always been unfriendly since he was a child. Take it to heart, even when they originally wanted to match him and Xie Kangxue, Xie Kangxue whispered at home, saying that He Qiuming was good or bad, but his personality was too rigid and he was still a workaholic.

A person who has been allergic to seafood since he was a child, usually does not even touch anything with a fishy smell, let alone peeling shrimp.

Now look at him...

Where is this rigid?

The moment the second shrimp was placed on his dinner plate again, Xie Qingsu looked at He Qiuming inexplicably: "Aren't you going to eat it yourself?"

He Qiuming seemed to be used to the content of the conversation between the old man and his father. For so many years, every time they met, they talked about these topics, as if their ears were callused, and they didn't listen carefully. The prawns were peeled very carefully by him. While peeling carefully, he turned slightly to her side and said softly in a voice that only she could hear: "I am allergic to seafood, so I can't eat it."

With that said, the third shrimp was put in.

It's just that at the moment when it was about to fall into the plate, Xie Qingsu suddenly raised his chopsticks to stop him, his voice was not high, probably only He Qiuming could hear it, but he was obviously not as gentle as him: "Thank you, I won't eat either."

He Qiuming glanced at her, and moved the shrimp in his hand an inch to the side, avoiding the chopsticks she was blocking, and placed it on her dinner plate, but the movement at hand also stopped, and he did not continue to peel the fourth one.

At the same time, he chuckled softly: "I've seen Shen Xiaole buy shrimp wontons and vegetarian wontons for you, why didn't you eat them all of a sudden?"

"Shen Xiaole is my assistant, are you?" Xie Qingsu was very cold and didn't appreciate it.

She is not good at accepting other people's kindness, especially the so-called colleagues who are neither familiar nor unfamiliar to her. What's more, He Qiuming and He Jun's father and son are just seemingly simple. Standing so firmly in the Xie family's company, she is currently entangled in trivial matters. Before she has dealt with those matters step by step, she does not want to have any conflicts with the He family father and son, but she never thinks about how close it will be.

Today, I don’t know why He Junsheng and his son came to Xie’s house suddenly, but I can probably guess from the few words they chatted. Xie Zhang was not only half of He Qiuming’s teacher when he first entered the business district, but also appreciated by Bole. Zhien would come to see the old man every year, so the two families have always been in contact, and the relationship has always been good.

As for Xie Zhang's trust in the He family's father and son, it was a matter between them, not about her.

She is not Xie Zhang, and she is not He Junsheng's Bole. Of course, things in the future cannot be compared.

He Qiuming filled a small bowl of soup for himself. Seeing that the ingredients in it were good, he poured another bowl for Xie Qingsu, and when he put it in front of her, he said, "My department is also under your management now. It's out of love and reason. The company can be regarded as your subordinates, don’t they all coax the boss to respect the leader, what’s the difference? It’s just a few shrimps, why, Vice President Xie is afraid that I will bribe you?”

He didn't lower his voice when he said this, but it was neither high nor low. It didn't sound too deliberate, but it made He Junsheng, who was drinking with the old man over there, raise his eyebrows all of a sudden, and looked at his son in a blink of an eye.

Old Master Xie also looked at He Qiuming's attitude of being willing to be a green leaf by Xie Qingsu's side, didn't say anything, just smiled and nodded, not knowing what he was thinking.

Xie Jianheng glanced at He Qiuming and Xie Qingsu thoughtfully, frowning not too clearly, just picked up the wine glass, He Junsheng suddenly clinked a glass with him quickly: "Come on, Xie Dong, drink, don't worry about it Children's jokes."

Joke?
The father and son have never been in a clear line. Now what He Qiuming said sounds fine, but when the old man said it like this, it was not that simple.

(End of this chapter)