“I plan to lay off a group of employees first, travel lightly, and work on a few projects.”
Duan Ying reached out to hold his arm: “Honey, you just returned to China, don’t be too tired, just take your time.”
Feng Shirong nodded, and suddenly remembered something: “Where is Andy?”
“You are playing with toys upstairs. You have only returned home in the past three days. Andy is clamoring to see dad every day.”
“I haven’t seen Andy in the past two days, and I feel empty inside. Stop calling him. I’ll go up and give him a surprise.”
Duan Ying watched him go upstairs with a smile, then poured out the unfinished tea and followed him.
After the father and son had become deeply in love for a long time, Feng Shirong went to the study again and looked through the documents he brought back one by one. He waited until ten minutes after sunset before going out to take a breath.
At this time, there was an old man sitting under the corridor lamp of the villa, reading a novel. The cover said “The Peerless Son-in-law is Proud of the Sky”. The whole book was thicker than a dictionary, and the one who turned the page was Uncle Gong.
The head of the family is back, and Uncle Gong, as the driver, will naturally come back to report.
He actually drove here in the morning, but he never saw Feng Shirong, so he read a novel to kill the boring time.
“Uncle Gong, you are here.”
“Uncle, it’s you, welcome back to China.”
Feng Shirong glanced at the book in his hand: “When did you develop the hobby of reading novels?”
Uncle Gong smiled: “The eldest lady is living on campus now, and there is rarely a need for transportation. I have nothing to do, so I started watching, and I didn’t expect that I was quite good.”
“Peerless son-in-law? What is it?”
When Feng Shirong saw these four words, his right eyelid couldn’t help but twitch.
Uncle Gong coughed and said: “He is just a young man with no talent. He married into a wealthy family and was looked down upon by others. But in fact, he is a genius of a generation. He can bring peace to the world with his writing and his horse can make peace with his military skills.”
“Then what is a three-nothing boy?”
“He is a young man with no money, car, or house. But he just hid his identity. In fact, he has a lot of background and is richer than this wealthy family!”
“?”
The corner of Feng Shirong’s mouth twitched, thinking that he had been abroad for so many years. Has domestic popular culture become so magical?
Uncle Gong observed his expression carefully, and then spoke again: “Uncle, what do you think of the peerless son-in-law?”
“Isn’t this all just fabrication?”
“What if it’s true?”