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"No, I'm sorry..."

Hong Xiaoyu was in a hurry and bent down to pick up the chopsticks.

"It's dirty, change another pair, Ying'er, go and get another pair."

Pang Lijuan said.

Duan Xueying got up and brought a new pair of chopsticks.

"Give."

"Thank you."

Hong Xiaoyu was short of breath and blushed.

Duan Zhongxin laughed it off, changed the subject sympathetically, and resolved Hong Xiaoyu's dilemma.

"I just finished talking with Meng Dong on the phone in the morning. It is said that the expert group discussed and researched a new round of treatment plan?"

"Ah."

Shi Qianqian nodded, with a look of excitement on her face, "Experts say the possibility of success is very high."

"Shi Dongji has his own heaven."

Pang Lijuan sighed.

Of course Hong Xiaoyu couldn't understand what they were talking about, but at this moment, he didn't seem to care about it. He just kept his head buried in the rice without saying a word, and he didn't even pick up the dishes, trying his best to reduce his sense of existence.

"Eat a piece of fish."

Maybe it was out of hospitality, or maybe it was because he was too polite, Duan Xueying took the initiative to take a piece of sweet and sour fish for Hong Xiaoyu with serving chopsticks.

Seeing the other party looking up in astonishment, Duan Xueying smiled slightly.

"My dad made it, the taste is no worse than that of a professional chef, try it."

Hong Xiaoyu, whose life experience is quite thin or simple, has never experienced such a battle. He was a little dazed for a moment, and didn't react for a while, so that he looked a little stupid.

Fortunately, Jiang Chen secretly touched him with his leg under the table.

"Oh...thank you, thank you."

Hong Xiaoyu said hurriedly.

"Don't listen to this girl's nonsense. I'm no match for a professional chef. If it doesn't taste good, don't dislike it."

Duan Zhongxin is approachable.

Although Hong Xiaoyu doesn't know his specific identity, the label of a professor of Han University is enough to stand up to him.

The professor cooks for himself, which he never dared to think about before.

"Uncle Duan, excessive self-effacing is conceited."

Shi Qianqian teased, but also to help Hong Xiaoyu out of the siege.

"Hehe, that's fine, then you can eat a few more bowls of rice today."

"Uncle Duan, I have to keep fit, otherwise, I'm afraid I won't be able to get married in the future."

As soon as these words came out, let alone Duan Zhongxin, even Pang Lijuan and even Duan Xueying couldn't help laughing.

Maybe it was for the sake of being in the group, or maybe it was for not spoiling the atmosphere, Comrade Jiang Chen also smiled in cooperation.

In the end, she was caught by Shi Xixi.

She tilted her head.

"why are you laughing?"

Facing this aunt's pulsating gaze, Jiang Chen smiled awkwardly.

If he gets along alone, he will definitely say a word: Can't you just laugh?
But in this kind of occasion, of course, he has to be cautious and take care of the other party's face.

"Dong Shi is really good at joking. No matter how beautiful the skin is, it will wither eventually. Only the soul can last forever. With Dong Shi's charismatic personality, no matter how fat he is, there will be a Prince Charming who will come rushing fast."

Pang Lijuan, who had been wearing a gentle smile, had a slightly stiff expression.

this line.

This accent.

How much like the flattering villain on TV?

Duan Zhongxin's eyes flashed, he took a sip from his wine glass, smiled without saying a word.

Even Hong Xiaoyu, who had been sitting on pins and needles, couldn't help turning his head and glanced at his cousin.

Duan Xueying was the same, staring at the young man whom she met for the first time with strange eyes.

Women are auditory animals, and Shi Qianqian seemed to be unavoidable. She seemed to be overwhelmed by the sugar-coated shells, smiled, and asked again: "Since I am as good as you said, why is my prince charming?" , haven’t arrived yet?”

Everyone focused on Jiang Chen.

But Jiang Chen was not Hong Xiaoyu, his expression remained unchanged, he was quick-witted, and quickly replied: "Maybe the horse needs to be fed, so it was delayed on the way. After all, if you have to carry two people, the horse needs to be fed stronger."

"Pfft..."

When the words fell to the ground, Duan Xueying couldn't hold back, and quickly covered her mouth.

Miss Shi's expression turned from sunny to cloudy, and she gritted her teeth: "You are beating around the bush and calling me fat, right?"

"of course not."

Jiang Chen shook his head quickly, with a dignified air.

Under the table, Shi Qianqian raised her foot and stomped hard on it.

Fortunately, she is not wearing high heels today.

"Xiao Jiang, drink."

Duan Zhongxin raised his glass with a smile.

A meal ends in a harmonious and joyful atmosphere.

The job of collecting bowls was given to a mother and daughter.

"Mr. Duan, you wrote these words yourself, right?"

Jiang Chen looked at the words hanging on the side wall.

Su Shi.

Set the storm.

Don't listen to the sound of Chuanlin beating leaves, why not scream and walk slowly...

The whole poem shows the poet's open-minded attitude towards life, but the characters on the border of the picture frame are full of peaks and sharp edges.

Jiang Chen raised his eyebrows.

The so-called seeing words as faces means that one can see a person's inner character from his words. The impression Duan Zhongxin has given him so far is that he is more of an elegant professor and scholar than an entrepreneur who gallops in the market. This word made him start to change his mind.

"Well, an essay."

Duan Zhongxin who was standing next to Jiang Chen said with an easygoing smile.

"Mr. Duan's essays are better than the average ones. I guess it won't be a problem to get them to the auction."

Jiang Chen tilted his head.

Right.

As the "one prince" of Jinhai, who coordinates all businesses in central China and can manage them in an orderly manner, how could he really be just a good man?
"Do you have research on calligraphy?"

Duan Zhongxin asked.

Jiang Chen didn't brag blindly, but shook his head frankly, "No, it's just a simple feeling, Mr. Duan's writing is unusual, and has a unique momentum."

Duan Zhongxin's smile widened, as if meeting a bosom friend.

"If you like it, I will give you this letter."

It's fine to come to the door empty-handed, if you still accept things from others, it's too unreasonable.

Jiang Chen quickly declined, looking at the pair of "Standing the Storm".

"Such a good word is now in my hands. I'm afraid I feel wronged. If Mr. Duan is still willing to give it to me in ten years, I will definitely accept it."

Duan Zhongxin was slightly startled, then looked at Jiang Chen for a long time, smiled and nodded slowly.

"Then I'll keep it for you for ten years."

After chatting with Duan Zhongxin for a while, Jiang Chen caught a glimpse of his cousin, at the instigation of Shi Qianqian, adding WeChat to Duan Xueying.

"gone."

He came over.

Hong Xiaoyu looked at him blankly.

"Why? Can't bear it?"

Jiang Chen laughed.

"No."

Hong Xiaoyu quickly shook his head and said in a low voice, "Brother, let's go."

Jiang Chen walked towards Shi Qianqian who was still chatting with Duan Xueying.

This aunt is still asking someone to go out to watch a movie at night.

really don't say,

With the view of young people on marriage and love nowadays, the matchmaking industry can be said to be a blue ocean market. If Jinhai enters, it is bound to have great potential.

"Director Shi, it's getting late."

He reminded tactfully.

"Sister Qianqian, it's rare for you to come here, please sit down for a while."

Duan Xueying politely persuaded her to stay.

"Next time."

Although she hadn't succeeded in persuading the other party to go with her, Shi Qianqian didn't force her anymore and bid farewell to Duan Zhongxin's family.

The three members of the Duan family sent them to the elevator in person.

"Uncle Duan, Aunt Pang, Xue Ying, goodbye."

"Goodbye, Sissy."

The elevator door slowly closed.

"Xueying, how do you feel about that boy?"

Duan Zhongxin turned his head.

"Dad, do you mean Hong Xiaoyu?"

"Ah."

Duan Xueying smiled, "It's rare for me to see such a thin-faced boy. He and his brother are not like two brothers at all."

"That Xiaojiang, and Miss Shi, are really..."

Pang Lijuan looked at her husband hesitantly.

Duan Zhongxin didn't speak, just nodded.

Pang Lijuan was silent for a while, "What Miss Shi meant was to make Xueying..."

"Go back to the house."

Duan Zhongxin didn't answer, and while turning around, he said to his daughter: "From now on, you can get along as ordinary friends, don't have any burdens."

Duan Xueying nodded.

"Don't worry Dad, I know what to do."