MTL - The Great Era of Rebirth: 1993-Chapter 990 , a good fighter has no great merit

  Siheyuan, kitchen.

  After returning, Zhang Xuan, who was cooking, suddenly said, "I met someone this afternoon."

  Mi Jian put the long beans in his hand on the chopping board and cut them with a knife: "Well, I know."

  Zhang Xuandao: "Her name is Su Jinyu."

  Mi Jian told him: "You don't need to tell me about this."

  Zhang Xuan chose to show his cards: "I can't hide it from you, and I don't want to hide it from you."

  Mi Jian smiled and asked him: "Is this an old teacup? Or a new teacup?"

  Faced with such an embarrassing problem, the old man really wanted to pretend to be dead, but he still bit the bullet and said:

   "If you look at the year, it's an old teacup; but if you look at the degree, it's still new."

   Mi Jian glanced at the side of his face with a smile in his eyes, "Shang Qi?"

  Zhang Xuan said like a dead pig who is not afraid of boiling water: "It is still."

  The word "Shang Qi" explained a lot, and he also saw it. This matter cannot be avoided, and he took the initiative to hand over the decision-making power to Mi Jian.

  She said it was a new teacup, and it was a new teacup.

  She said it was an old teacup, and it was an old teacup. Everything depends on her opinion.

After all, when Mi Jian made three requests to himself, the relationship between himself and Xiao Shiyi was already there. The situation that he had kissed, hugged, and touched before could not be changed, and he did not break his promise to change later. , There has always been a gap between him and Xiao Shiyi.

   In other words, Mi Jian has the final say, he is absolutely unambiguous, and he will never cheat by deceiving others.

   After a moment of silence, Mi Jian didn't directly express his opinion, but said: "People travel thousands of miles to see you, so you should invite your family to come and sit down, and show the friendship of your old classmate as a landlord."

  The amount of information in this sentence is a bit large, and it almost made him dizzy.

  The three words "please", "old classmate" and "landlord" not only show the generosity of Mijian, but also fully display the demeanor of the hostess.

   After thinking about it, Zhang Xuan confessed: "Actually, she came here for you this time."

  Hearing this, Mi Jian was a little surprised at first, but he came to his senses later.

   It's the same sentence, women understand women, seeing her, Su Jinyu was discouraged and left automatically, so even if she invited her, she would not come to the house.

  Mi Jian put the cut long beans in a bowl, and asked with a peaceful smile, "Am I a good fighter without great achievements?"

  Zhang Xuan sighed, and said helplessly, "You're a stranger."

  The next afternoon, Zhao Lei came back.

  At this time, Mi saw Na Wen who was accompanying her in the back room. Zhang Xuan glanced at her and asked casually, "When did you leave?"

"last night."

  Zhao Lei responded, and continued: "Boss, I saw Miss Dong."

  Zhang Xuan raised his head subconsciously.

  Zhao Lei said: "Miss Su didn't go back to Shencheng, but temporarily changed her mind and went to Shudu."

  Zhang Xuan asked: "Do you know the reason?"

  Zhao Lei shook her head, even if she had a guess in her heart, she would not say it.

  She is very clear about her position, and only by ignoring the boss's private life can she keep her job for a long time.

   And having been with the boss for so long, I generally have an impression of the women around him, that is, they are all extremely smart. If I dare to talk nonsense, I will definitely be played to death by them in the future.

  Looking at her for two seconds, Zhang Xuan changed the question: "Did you go to Dong's house?"

  Zhao Lei said: "No, Ms. Dong and her sister came to pick up Ms. Su at the airport."

  Zhang Xuan asked concerned: "How is Dong Ziyu now?"

  Zhao Lei's words: "Same as before, mental state is very good, but compared to last time, it seems to be a little thinner."

  Zhang Xuan asked nervously, "Did you lose a lot of weight?"

  Zhao Lei said: "No, it's probably the same as when I was in college."

   Hearing this, he was relieved.

  Dong Ziyu gained a few pounds last time, and now the weight loss is only to return to the most beautiful standard state.

  Seeing him lost in thought, Zhao Lei opened her mouth and said, "Miss Dong asked me to send you a message."

  Zhang Xuan looked at her.

  Zhao Lei said: "Ms. Dong said: Her mother will go to Shudu for the National Day to celebrate her 50th birthday, and she will not return to Yangcheng. She said that your National Day meeting will be postponed. If you are busy, you will cancel it."

   Zhang Xuan stretched out his hand and rubbed the center of his brows, and asked after a while, "Do you think this is the truth or a lie?"

  Zhao Lei dropped her hands and acted like a wooden figure.

  Zhang Xuan waved his hand and signaled: "Because Liu Yafei is in Shangcun, Tao Ge helped me find a newcomer to come over. You go to take over, and you will lead me from now on."

  Zhao Lei nodded, turned and left.

  The people left, but Zhang Xuan didn't go back to the house. After meditating for a while, he took out his mobile phone and sent Dong Ziyu a text message: When do you have time?

  Separated for more than half a year, this is the first time the two have contacted in private. Faced with the sudden text message, Dong Ziyu was a little surprised, but after looking back and forth at Xiao Eleven next to him, there was no reply.

   After waiting for a few minutes, Zhang Xuan continued to post: Is it inconvenient? Still don't want to see me?

   Still not waiting for the news, Zhang Xuan sent a third text message: Then I will come to Shudu in September.

  Dong Ziyu responded to the message this time: No, let’s talk about it after you finish working on the National Day. In September, you can accompany Shuang Ling well.

   Staring at the word "National Day" for a long time, he slowly came to his senses and typed: You know?

  Dong Ziyu replied: Jinyu told me that you were going to Berlin.

  Zhang Xuan asked: What else did she tell you?

  Dong Ziyu: She was hit hard by Mi Jian.

   Zhang Xuan pondered for a while, and called her directly.

   Unexpectedly, Dong Ziyu refused to answer and hung up the phone.

   Soon she replied a text message, explaining: Everyone in the family is here, so it is not convenient to answer the phone.

  Zhang Xuan looked confused, he couldn't walk away if his family was around, and put a question mark:?

  Dong Ziyu: Don’t ask questions, I’ll talk to you later.

  As if he was worried that he would be uneasy, Dong Ziyu texted back: Jinyu is clamoring for a drink, the kind that won’t come home until drunk, I have to help you coax people.

  Zhang Xuan had a sudden whim and sent a text message: I want to hear your voice.

  Seeing this text message, Dong Ziyu lost his temper completely. He looked around at everyone, so he could only secretly make a phone call, and whispered, "Listen."

  She was right. As soon as the phone was connected, she heard the voice of Su Jinyu and Dong Jiaru fighting for wine, and the voice of Dong Ziyu's brother and sister-in-law watching the excitement.

   At the same time, there are two voices of children: a child shouting to eat chicken legs, a child crying...

   Zhang Xuan listened for a while, hung up the phone and sent a text message: She was stimulated, don't let her drink too much.

  Dong Ziyu Hui: Don't worry, I'm here.

  Zhang Xuan: You also take care of yourself.

  Dong Ziyu: I will.

  After thinking about it, Dong Ziyu asked: "Did Shuangling not make things difficult for you about my business?"

   Well, no one is a fool.

  Zhang Xuan typing: No.

  Dong Ziyu breathed a sigh of relief: Shuangling is a virtuous wife, remember to tell me when you get married in the future, I will come to drink the wedding wine.

  Zhang Xuan was a little confused, and his intuition told him that Dong Ziyu was making a formal statement, not mixing his feelings, and just wanted to live a quiet life.

  He replied with one word: Good.