After marrying Shao Qin, I've been losing my horse every day

Chapter 70 Qin Yan: Grandpa asked me to go to Qin's to study management
"Don't doubt, maybe there will be." Chu Rong said maliciously.

Xia Yuan got goosebumps when she said it: "Little Ronger, don't scare me, it's not fun to scare me."

Chu Rong's face became a little serious: "I didn't scare you, the news I have is that it has infiltrated the wealthy families in the capital, and there are quite a few of them, so I'm not sure if there are any members of him in the Xia family."

The more Xia Yuan thought about it, the more frightening she felt, and she rubbed her arms unconsciously: "But those shareholders of the Xia family have been doing business with grandpa for a long time."

Chu Rong chuckled, and glanced from the end of his eyes: "How about he is a big trouble."

For that person, Chu Rong couldn't be in a hurry for a second, and could only take one step at a time, peeling off layer by layer like peeling an onion.

If Chu Rong was just an ordinary girl who suddenly started investigating wealthy families in the capital, it would definitely attract the attention of many people.

If Chu Rong is just an ordinary young lady of the Jiang family, then the only things she can come into contact with are the middle and lower class wealthy families like the Jiang family.

But if Chu Rong is the young wife of the Qin family, the number one family in the capital, then she will come into contact with more and more families, and she will be able to find out more and more things.

While the two were chatting, they had already reached the parking space where the Mercedes-Benz was.

Xia Yuan's assistant had already put all her luggage in the trunk, and was waiting for the two of them beside the car.

He opened the back seat door for the two of them before getting into the driver's cab.

As a subordinate, he is still very conscious of this.

It is impossible to let your boss or the boss's friend drive.

In the car, Xia Yuan leaned on the back of the chair for a while, and suddenly seemed to remember something, her eyes lit up, and she sat up straight and looked at Chu Rong beside her.

Xia Yuan: "Little Rong, is your wedding finalized? When is it? Don't you invite me to be a bridesmaid?"

Xia Yuan looked curious and excited, eager to know the answer.

Chu Rong glanced at her lightly, with helplessness flashing in his eyes: "In the stage of understanding, I haven't thought about it yet."

Xia Yuan had a shocked face: "You guys are married! Marriages are usually purposeful, isn't it always the sooner the better? Haven't thought about what it means? Didn't Mr. Qin urge you?"

Chu Rong recalled what Qin Yan said last time, Mr. Qin asked when they would hold the wedding, she said there was no rush, and then Qin Yan really didn't advance the matter.

Chu Rong's voice was unhurried: "The Qin family is not in a hurry, why are you in a hurry?"

Xia Yuan clicked her tongue, "I want to be a bridesmaid sooner."

Chu Rong didn't speak, but turned her head to look out of the window, her clear eyes reflected the receding street scene outside the window, as if she was in a trance.

The watch on his wrist vibrated suddenly, pulling back Chu Rong's drifting thoughts.

She lowered her head and swiped her watch, then turned off the screen again as if she didn't see anything.

The car drove directly to the villa where Xia's family was located.

Chu Rong didn't go in, but just told Xia Yuan to say hello to her father and grandfather for her, and then got into the cab.

As soon as she put on her seat belt, Xia Yuan bent over and leaned closer, resting her elbows on the three-quarters lowered car window.

She raised her eyebrows: "Xiao Rong'er, where do you live now?"

She remembered that Chu Rong had told her that she had moved out of Jinyuan, so she was a little curious about where she lived now, and if she was bored, she could go and play with her.

Chu Rong looked up at her: "Jin Yuan."

Xia Yuan: "Didn't you say you don't live there anymore?"

"Qin Yan gave me a set, so I stayed there." Chu Rong explained.

Xia Yuan looked at Chu Rong with a look that I knew and understood.

Chu Rong put his hand on the place where the car window went up and down, and then flipped the switch up, directly preventing Xia Yuan from speaking.

Seeing the Mercedes-Benz disappearing from her field of vision, Xia Yuan turned her gaze away.

The smile on her face disappeared almost instantly, her lips were slightly pursed, her expression turned cold, and her demeanor changed suddenly, she was completely different from Xia Yuan, who was talking and laughing casually just now.

She stepped on her high-heeled shoes, and when she walked, she brought along the hem of her red skirt. Her steps were not too fast, and Xia Yuan instantly exuded a noble aura.

She walked into the hall with an emotionless voice: "Grandpa, I'm back."

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After leaving Xia's house, Chu Rong went to the shopping mall to buy some things, and went back to Jinyuan directly.

Just after parking the car, I ran into Qin Yan who had just come back.

He looked at the contents of the plastic bag in Chu Rong's hand.

Some sketch paper, some pencils, and some colored pens.

"Why did you come back so early today?" Qin Yan handed a document to Fu San behind him, with a faint smile on his eyes and brows.

"I went to the airport to pick up someone, and then came back directly." Chu Rong glanced at the folder in Fu San's hand.

The two walked in side by side very naturally, but Fu San did not follow behind.

"I've been busy recently, so I can't pick you up from the dessert shop." Entering the elevator, Qin Yan said so.

Chu Rong nodded indifferently, and didn't seem to have any intention of digging into what Qin Yan was up to.

"The Qin Corporation held a shareholders' meeting today. Grandpa transferred part of his shares to me, and asked me to go to Qin Corporation to study management." Although Chu Rong didn't ask, Qin Yan still explained consciously.

There was a hint of a smile in Chu Rong's eyes, she turned her head to look at Qin Yan, and asked with great interest: "Go to Qin's management and study?"

Qin Yan caught a glimpse of the tightness in the girl's eyes, and a deep laughter escaped from the bottom of her throat, with helplessness mixed in with her words: "Yes, I have to listen to what grandpa and his old man said."

Chu Rong didn't speak, the elevator arrived soon, she stepped out, and told Qin Yan that Young Master Qin should study hard before entering the door.

Qin Yan looked at the closed door, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and a smile reached his eyes.

To be precise, Mr. Qin didn't transfer his shares to him, but returned his shares to him.

The [-]% of Qin's shares originally belonged to Qin Yan's parents.

The father died and the son succeeded, not to mention that his parents had already made a will before the car accident, leaving all the shares in their hands to Qin Yan.

And Qin Yan was still young at that time, and didn't want to interfere in Qin's affairs, so the shares were directly transferred to the old man, who said he would keep them for him.

Now it's just a return to the original owner.

Chu Rong didn't think Qin Yan would be so obedient, old master Qin would do whatever he said.

It's just that he suddenly decided to enter Qin's, and he must have some kind of purpose.

Chu Rong had an idea in mind, but she didn't want to speculate deeply.

After all, she didn't want to waste so much time on things that had nothing to do with her.

After returning home, Chu Rong directly carried the things in his hand to the study.

Very patiently sharpen different types of pencils.

The sketch paper was laid out on the desk, and Chu Rong drew lines on it with a pencil, looking serious.

After a while, the prototype of a skirt appeared on the sketch paper.

Sketch details, decorate, paint.

The design of the whole skirt was completed in less than ten minutes.

The shape of the skirt is very good-looking, the style is also very popular, and the color matching is very coordinated.

She put down the pen in her hand and looked at her work carefully.

She frowned, and finally threw it on the ground, took out her phone and sent a message.

Rong: No time, no participation.

(End of this chapter)