Mengbao against the sky: Daddy fell from the sky

"I'm fine." Yang Zhuoying was embarrassed to let Su Zishi cook here alone, but she didn't do anything, just wait to eat.

"Then if you don't go out, stand a little farther away." Su Zishi motioned her to go farther away, so as not to be choked by the oily smoke, "By the way, tell me, how did you get the Holy Light Cup?"

Yang Zhuoying handed over the washed broccoli, and briefly explained the process of getting the Holy Light Cup.

After listening to her story, Su Zishi's eyes darkened, and he said casually, "Are you with He Junlin?"

A trace of panic appeared on Yang Zhuoying's face, and she felt that this question was a pitfall. After pondering for a while, she replied, "He is Huanyi's biological father. I made an agreement with him to raise Huanyi together."

"He Zhongtian is willing to give you the Holy Light Cup. It seems that he recognizes you as a wife." Su Zishi turned his head and looked into her eyes firmly.

Obviously his tone was light, like friends joking with each other, but she felt a sense of crisis.

"He Zhongtian didn't give me the holy light cup, but a meeting gift for Huanyi. He recognized Huanyi's identity, not me. Is the steak burnt?"

Su Zishi turned his head, and sure enough, he saw that the steak in the pot had turned into a piece of black charcoal, and his face also turned dark.

For a while, the atmosphere became a little stiff.

At this moment, Yang Zhuoying's cell phone rang, and it was He Junlin calling. She subconsciously glanced at Su Zishi who was pouring out the steak, and hung up the phone without thinking.

"Why don't you listen?" Su Zishi asked after noticing her small movements.

"It's some harassing calls, you don't know, I receive these calls almost every day, it's really annoying." Yang Zhuoying put on a disgusted expression.

Su Zishi smiled, "I also heard from friends in China that I often receive such harassing calls."

"Why don't we go out to eat?" Yang Zhuoying suggested after looking at the steak dumped into the trash can.

After looking at the burnt pot, Su Zishi took off his apron, called someone to come and clean the kitchen, and they went to a nearby restaurant for dinner.

"After many years abroad, what I miss the most is the curry chicken rice here. It really is the most authentic here." Su Zishi's eyes rolled when he ate the food he couldn't forget.

"Come on, have a laugh." Yang Zhuoying picked up her mobile phone and took a photo of him sucking his finger, planning to post it in the group and share with everyone, the lively side of the big boss.

Su Zishi let her take enough pictures, held her hand holding the mobile phone in one hand, leaned close to her with a handsome face, took a photo of the two of them with his mobile phone, and then pressed the send button.

As soon as the photo of the two was posted, the group exploded.

"Wow! Boss, where are you, you actually went to eat a big meal behind our backs, it's disgusting!"

"Damn +1, we are still working overtime at the company, and we can only eat cup noodles, but you are eating fried chicken and a big table of food, it's so inhumane!"

"Boss, have you returned to China too? Please take me with you."

"Please bring +1."

"Bring +2"

"Boss, you can't be like this. You left us and a lot of work, and went to have fun yourself. When will you come back, ah!"

Seeing everyone's stimulated reactions, Yang Zhuoying couldn't stop laughing, she put down her phone, "They asked when you will go back, how many days are you going to stay this time?"

"Not sure yet, let's see how things progress." Su Zishi picked up the napkin at the side, wiped the oil stains on his hands, and glanced at Yang Zhuoying who secretly pulled the chair away.

"You sit so far away, afraid that I will eat you?"

"." She didn't know if she was overthinking it, but she always felt that during this meeting, he always had physical contact with her intentionally or unintentionally, as if he really meant that to her.

"I'm afraid you will steal my things." She pretended to protect the food on the plate, as if she was protecting the food.

"You think of me like that." Su Zishi held his chest, with a look of pain in his heart, and then touched the fried chicken leg on her plate with lightning speed.

Originally, he stole the fried chicken leg that he planned to save until the end. Yang Zhuoying's eyes widened, and she reached out to snatch it back, "Give it back to me."

While the two were playing, in the corner of the restaurant, someone was secretly holding a mobile phone and taking pictures of them.

He Junlin is having dinner with a foreign businessman. This foreign businessman is a representative of a large multinational company. If the business is combined, it will be worth hundreds of millions of dollars.

As for the willingness to cooperate, the two will negotiate at the dinner table, and when the contract comes out, the two parties can sign the contract.

Halfway through the meal, He Junlin's cell phone rang and received a new message.

It was from He Jingcheng, but He Junlin didn't open the message immediately.

He Jingcheng would often send him messages, most of which were gossip in his circle. Even if it was an important matter, it was not as important as business at this time, so he ignored it and continued talking with the foreign businessman until the foreign businessman got up to go to the bathroom. He just picked up the phone,
There are two messages in total, the first one is two photos.

The first one is a photo of Yang Zhuoying and Su Zishi embracing at the airport gate.

The second one is a picture of them having fun while eating in a restaurant.

Staring at these two photos, He Junlin pursed his thin lips tightly, and the invisible oppression spread around him centered on him.

Wei Lei, who was sitting next to him, was the first to bear the brunt, trembling with fright from his gloomy face.

When he clicked on the second message, He Jingcheng feared that the world would not be chaotic, and the frivolous voice sounded.

"Brother, my sister-in-law is going with another man behind your back, you should quickly find a way, otherwise, Huanyi will call another man's daddy."

He Junlin snapped the chopsticks in his hand, Wei Lei had never seen him so angry, he almost peed in fright.

When the foreign businessmen came back, they happened to see this scene, and said with admiration: "Mr. He, it turns out that you can also kung fu. Do people in your country really know kung fu?"

The gloom on He Junlin's face was instantly replaced by a smile, and he turned back to that calm and calm big boss in seconds.

"Thank you, I can only do a little bit, but my bodyguards are pretty good. If you are interested, you can ask them to accompany you through two tricks."

"That's great."

"Then let them play with you later, I have something to go back to the company to deal with."

"It's okay, if you have something to do, go back first, and let your bodyguard accompany me."

Leaving bodyguards to entertain the foreign businessmen, He Junlin immediately ordered Wei Lei when he walked out of the restaurant, "Find out for me, who is the man in that photo, and what is his relationship with Yang Zhuoying?"

"Yes." Wei Lei immediately called someone to investigate. After getting in the car, he glanced at He Junlin with a gloomy face, and reminded him cautiously.

"Mr. He, I wonder if the young master knows the person in the photo? If the photo is real, judging from Miss Yang's attitude towards him, it seems that they are old acquaintances, or maybe he is her friend abroad."

He Junlin had a flash of inspiration and thought of a possibility.

Could that man be Huan Yi, the godfather he always talks about?