Domineering CEO Is My Son

"Papa Papa—"

After the song was finished, someone applauded at the door: "Not bad, not bad, this piano is good."

President Kang turned his head and saw a somewhat familiar person.

It should have been seen in the conference room before. The other party's name is Zhang Ju, who is different from the rich second generation like him. He belongs to the rich generation from scratch.

Because of this, the two people don't have much contact.

The reason why Mr. Kang remembers this man is because this man and his wife are very affectionate, but they have a corporate-level marriage. They made a fortune after ten years of struggle with the woman, but he just got married after the company went public.

Commonly known as enterprise-level marriage, this kind of divine operation can avoid the company's financial rights competition caused by the breakdown of relationships after marriage.

In the circle, this can be regarded as a model of a successful man, but at the time he only felt that this matter was not kind, after all, he was a person who had struggled with him for ten years.

and many more.

President Kang was stunned for a moment, and looked at this female student with a padded nose, cut double eyelids, slow to learn things and no artistic talent. He originally thought that the other party was a sugar daddy plastic surgery girl.

Now I was really surprised.

Sure enough, people can't look at the surface, and Mr. Kang feels that he has learned it again today.

When the man came in, he first walked up to his wife, kissed his wife, spoke warmly and spoiled, and asked, "Have you eaten yet?"

"There are outsiders." The female student who had been careless was a little embarrassed for a moment.

"I'm kissing my own wife." Mr. Zhang took his wife's hand and said, "Did you eat out? I just asked Sister Zhang and said that you didn't eat at home."

"Not yet, I just came back from the Art Center." The female student said, turning to Xia Sheng: "Come on, let me introduce you. This is my husband, Zhang Ju."

"This is Teacher Xia Shengxia, the piano teacher of the Art Center. This is Teacher Xia's son. Isn't it good for Teacher Xia to play the piano? I didn't understand the charm of the piano before. Until I heard her play the piano, it was amazing." Female student , That is, Mrs. Zhang is full of praise: "I don't have any artistic talents, I can hear my scalp numb."

Zhang Ju smiled politely at Xia Sheng, turned to his wife, and said, "You don't have any artistic cells. You eat music as a meal."

"Didn't I forget this?" Madam Zhang turned to Xia Sheng: "Teacher Xia, let's eat here, Teacher Xia, do you have any precautions? I will let the kitchen do it."

Xia Sheng said, "Thank you for your kindness, but I want to go back and prepare for the afternoon class."

"Teacher Xia can actually be a personal teacher for me, so I don't have to work so hard." Mrs. Zhang mentioned this matter again.

"That's true," Mr. Zhang looked at Mr. Kang and said, "Mr. Xia's child is about the same age as our son, and we can bring it over when the time comes."

Mr. Kang said that this man is not good to his wife, and his calculations are clear, but outsiders, Xiao En Xiaohui is still very willing.

"The work at the Art Center is more suitable for me." Xia Sheng tactfully refused.

It is not the first time that she has met someone who wants her to be a private teacher, but in fact, she can’t learn for too long. Although the salary of the work in the art center is not as good as that of a private teacher, it can guarantee stability and safety. Moreover, Kangkang’s The situation is a bit special.

Seeing that it didn't make sense, Mrs. Zhang also mentioned another thing: "The reward for tuning..."

"Just call the art center." Xia Sheng said.

Mrs. Zhang said: "It's okay. I just have something to discuss with the person in charge of the art center, and then I will put the money on their side."

"Thank you." Xia Sheng smiled.

Mrs. Zhang said: "If you want to go back, I'll take you back. It's not easy to take a taxi in the community."

"The driver at home can send it off." Mr. Zhang took his wife and said, "You haven't eaten yet, so worry about your body more and don't always take care of other people's affairs."

"Uncle Li, send Teacher Xia back." Mr. Zhang looked at Xia Sheng at this time and said: "Teacher Xia, I am not targeting you. This is the case for this one in my family. He is very enthusiastic about people and may have to trouble Mr. Xia in the future. Teach her the piano."

"No trouble." Xia Sheng said.

Xia Sheng didn't refuse the car delivery anymore. The community was very large, and it would take about 20 to 30 minutes to go out to take a taxi. Xia Sheng might not be able to find the way.

Mr. Kang was pulled into the car by his cheap mother and fixed it in the child safety seat. He was still thinking about the tuning fee just now, and a middleman would make the difference, alas.

According to Mr. Kang, according to Xia Sheng's ability, she can open a small adult piano class by herself, with four or five students, each student is 100 yuan per class, and two classes a day can earn 1,000 yuan a day. , I can earn 30,000 yuan a month, occasionally tuning the students and repairing the piano, which is another income without a middleman to make a difference.

Although it's not big money, it's definitely better than her current situation.

Mr. Kang thought about these turning his head to look at the quiet Xia Sheng next to him. He hates iron for not making steel, and hates cheap moms that won't make money.

On the way back, Xia Sheng was very quiet the whole time, and Mr. Kang couldn't understand the emotions of the other party at the moment. After all, he was not a son, and his ability to sense mother and son was not enough.

However, Mr. Kang feels that there is a high probability that he is unhappy.

Under normal circumstances, when the poor see the life of the rich, it is easy to feel a sense of gap.

Especially since there is only one 25 thousand five thousand piano in her family, and one 6 million piano has to be used by someone who doesn't understand piano.

When Mr. Kang thinks about it, he feels aggrieved. Of course, the key to his aggrievedness is that the piano belongs to him.

When Xia Sheng calmed down, there was really an artist's melancholy.

The driver sent the two people back to their neighborhood, and Xia Sheng led his son back, just like every day before.

However, when she opened the door, the quiet artist who was full of melancholy just now disappeared suddenly, and the whole person was suddenly different.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

"Baby, this is the best piano my mother has ever played!"

"I play so well, baby, do you feel that your mother is really a genius!"

"How can there be such a good piano in this world! I'm going to be moved and cry."

For an instant, Kang's head was full of black lines, and the artist's temperament in Xia Sheng disappeared.

A mature and stable young mother suddenly turned into a childish little girl, and now she is almost dancing.

Xia Sheng was really happy, just as a swordsman had encountered the legendary peerless sword. He had heard of it before, but now he has not only seen it, but also learned it.

Even if it's just a hand dance, it is still enough to make people happy.

Mr. Kang looked at the happy young mother. She was so happy that she couldn't tolerate her happiness in the living room. She walked to the study next to her and couldn't help playing another song.

Mr. Kang appreciates this, and the poor are like this. These young couples are quite optimistic.

For example, his cheap mother, after playing more than 6 million pianos, went home to play more than 20,000 pianos, and she was not uncomfortable.

Mr. Kang looked at him and he had a whole new experience, as if a whole new world had been opened before his eyes.

His previous things were very simple. Whether friends, butlers and servants, they all seemed to have their own labels.

Friends are righteous, funny, butlers are kind-looking, hard-working, and the servants are not paying attention, which is probably a symbol, cleaning the image for him.

Everyone revolves around him, everyone has his own label, single and simple.

No one has ever been as complicated as this young couple.

Yes, they are complex, as complex as an onion, with one layer peeled off and another layer.

At first, this young mother gave him the impression of a weak woman who was afraid of cockroaches and insects, and the label he gave was a weak woman.

Later, when he discovered that the other party was a power sanctioner behind his back, he felt that the weakness in front was her disguise, and felt that she must be a woman with a heavy heart and a huge secret on his back, so he tore off the previous label and felt that the other party It must be in disguise.

But now, the other party’s happiness is so simple and pure. According to Mr. Kang’s previous understanding, she is a mother, and her emotions seem to be due to her children and husband. This is also in line with the secular view. A mother seems to be the happiest thing because child.

Today, Mr. Kang discovered that the other party actually has his own happiness because he is happy because he played a piece of music with more than 6 million pianos.

But what is even more strange is that for the joy of playing six million pianos, he should feel disgusted when he looks at it, because it is too vulgar.

However, he didn't think so, but felt that the other party was really cute.

There is even a weird elder mentality... I really want to give that piano to this person.

"Baby, I'll go see what Dad has prepared for us."

President Kang raised his head, and the young mother hopped into the kitchen like a little girl, looking for the ingredients prepared by the child's father.

The fierce big man actually saved money behind his back to buy a piano for his wife. He could spend more than 20,000 yuan at once, and he would feel distressed because of the braised pork.

Every morning before leaving, I cut up the vegetables my wife ate at noon and put them in the refrigerator as a surprise for my wife at noon.

"Dad made meatballs for us, baby, let's eat meatball soup at noon." A cheap mother's voice came from the kitchen.

Mr. Kang had a slight reaction when he heard the meatballs.

It's embarrassing to say it, but Mr. Kang can now feel happy because he has eaten meat. Fortunately, no one knows about it except him.

President Kang was sitting on the foam carpet, swinging the toy trolley that cheap father bought, and the cheap mother in the kitchen poked her head out again and said—

"Baby, I miss your dad, do you want dad?"

Mr. Kang continued to play with the toy car, not wanting to think about it.

"You must be thinking about Dad too, right? Let's have dinner, and while we have time, go to wait for Dad's company to wait for Dad to get off work."

What?

The toy trolley in Mr. Kang's hand ran out all of a sudden.

Where does this cheap mom say she is going?