Adopting and Raising the Male Lead and the Villain

Just after the call with Lang Jinzhi, Zhong Yuhuan received a call from Chen Mingye.

"My buddy drove to pick you up. You waited for me at the airport. We went straight from Sydney and went back to China." Chen Mingye said on the phone.

Zhong Yuhuan knows that this is to avoid being discovered by Xu Weihui's mother and daughter.

"Good." Zhong Yuhuan responded.

She immediately went to the vacation and then packed up. She has to bring a lot of things, a suitcase can be easily installed, but even so, Zhong Yuhuan is also very rare to miss, there are Li Jinyuan two people around. At least if they were there, the work of packing their bags would be for them.

Zhong Yuhuan licked his head and drove out the irrelevant thoughts.

Packed up the good things, went downstairs, she sat in the car.

The buddy of Chen Mingye took her to the airport and first checked in at the hotel near the airport.

"Just Miss Bell is waiting here." The man smiled embarrassedly.

"It doesn't matter, this is fine. Thank you." Zhong Yuhuan slightly decapitated.

At the time of processing, it was probably Chen Mingye’s card, and some people later sent afternoon tea.

Zhong Yuhuan sat in the VIp suite and brushed the phone message.

The clock broke out and the news has not spread.

I also know that Xu Weihui will not say it.

So at this time, Yang Sen, they still had a good chat, and asked Zhong Yuhuan: "Manson's concert? Go? Brother, I have a one-stop ticket hotel! I will definitely wait for you, Miss Zhong!"

Zhong Yuhuan saw a smile and closed the phone.

Her return to the country, except for the people on the side of Langjin, cannot be known to anyone else.

During the waiting hours, Zhong Yuhuan was not idle. She looked at the ppt in the previous class and read it again. She also took two academic papers and looked at the latest financial news.

After reading this slide, and then eating something to pad the belly, Chen Mingye will arrive.

Zhong Yuhuan did not take the luggage for the time being, and went downstairs to pick up Chen Mingye.

"Did you eat?" Chen Mingye asked.

Zhong Yuhuan shook his head.

"That line, first eat the meal, let's go on the plane again. It is the flight at night, and it will arrive when the plane is asleep." Chen Mingye finished, paused, carefully looked at the look of Zhong Yuhuan and asked. : "You are not in a hurry?"

Zhong Yuhuan smiled and shook his head: "I don't worry, eat first."

Chen Mingye sighed with relief: "Well, I have heard that Mr. Zhong is not very good to you, but I am afraid that you know how sad it is."

Zhong Yuhuan listened to this sentence, and I felt a bit ironic in my heart.

Do not know if Zhong Chi will regret it? He wants to be the leader and control others. At this time, will he still feel satisfied?

Chen Mingye first took the meal with Zhong Yuhuan and confirmed that Zhong Yuhuan was indeed full. He followed him and went to the baggage of Zhong Yuhuan and then entered the airport.

"Trouble Mr. Chen."

"No trouble. Your cousin is afraid of your accident. Anyway, I have to go back to China. It is better to go back with me, so safe and secure!" Chen Mingye smiled indifferently. Obviously, he did not help. How big is it.

Chen Mingye said that it is necessary to "have a beginning and a end", and it has really been done from beginning to end.

When the plane landed at the Haishang Airport, he sent Zhong Yuhuan to the Lang family all the way before leaving.

In the eyes of outsiders, it is only that Chen Mingye returned to China, and the Lang family and Lang Jin’s story was old. These two people have a good relationship and are well known. Who will associate with Zhong Yuhuan?

The place where Lang family lives is the style of old gardens.

In the entire high-end residential area, the footprint is not small.

Zhong Yuhuan stood at the door, and the maid who walked through the door looked at her in surprise, probably not knowing who she was.

Zhong Yuhuan has never been to Lang family, whether it is the original body in her childhood or her later. When I was in China, Langjin had invited her, but it was delayed for various reasons.

While Zhong Yuhuan quietly looked at the house in front of her, she heard the maid shouting in surprise: "Long is back?"

Zhong Yuhuan turned to look at it, and saw Lang Jinzhi took the secretary and got off the bus.

Apparently, when she was coming over, Lang Jinzhi rushed over from the unit.

"Cousin." Zhong Yuhuan turned his head and smiled at him.

Lang Jinzhi suddenly stayed in the footsteps.

Although he has seen Chen Mingye, she has seen many photos of her abroad. But photos are always different from real people.

She grew a lot taller and her eyebrows were completely open. She was wearing a warm orange dress with a wide skirt, like a blooming flower.

The brilliance of her body, when I look at it, immediately occupies all the sight of people.

The only constant is the smile on her face. When she laughs, it seems that the eyes are falling, the stars are bright and sweet.

People instinctively want to be better for her.

In the time she left, Lang Jinzhi did not feel how to miss this cousin. But by the moment she stood in front of her, the emotions that disappeared suddenly fell back to the chest.

Lang Jinzhi opened his mouth and finally only made a sentence: "When did you arrive?"

“It’s just arrived.” Zhong Yu smiled and asked: “Is new ink easy to use?”

"It's easy to use."

"That's good." Zhong Yuhuan walked side by side with him.

This kind of close attitude makes Lang Jin's heart relax a lot.

He even even likes and enjoys the feeling of being close to him. He had never felt it before. At this moment, he felt that when he was approached by the little cousin, the taste was good.

The servant stepped forward and opened the iron gate. Then he carefully glanced at the bell to the joy. It seemed that he was afraid that Zhong Yu was angry and had been left out.

But how can Zhong Yuhuan care about these people?

She squinted at the road under her feet and walked slowly along with Langjin.

Secretary Cheng is just behind this.

Lang Jinzhi whispered: "Is the new school adapted?"

"Adapted well, that is, occasionally I will meet two students who are not very friendly to me." Zhong Yuhuan said here, frowning.

"What kind of classmate?" asked Lang Jinzhi. He is like worrying about his children going to kindergarten on the first day, and whether there are parents who are good with their classmates.

"There are birds in the forest." Zhong Yuhuan did not elaborate.

Lang Jinzhi’s words wrinkled his eyebrows and he did not ask.

He whispered again: "The food over there, used to it?"

"Before in London, as long as the holidays, I will go to the Huaguo restaurant. Occasionally Li Jinyuan and Huo Chengming will also give me some domestic dishes. They learn to cook very fast." Zhong Yuhuan exclaimed.

Lang Jinzhi nodded. Then seriously thought about it for a while, he seems... can't cook?

Zhong Yuhuan asked in reverse: "What about cousin? Is the work tired?"

"same as usual."

"I hope that my cousin is not too tired. When I return to China, I can play with my cousin occasionally." Zhong Yuhuan said.

Lang Jin’s smashing.

He never thought about these problems. Oh, of course, there is almost no "play" in his life dictionary. His plans have always been closely following the work.

But now I think about it, it doesn’t seem to be a good thing to play with the clock.

Lang Jinzhi looked back at the secretary.

Secretary Cheng squatted and immediately said: "Well, in fact, Mr.'s work schedule can be adjusted."

Some people are passive and some are active. Lang Jinzhi is the one who takes the initiative to complete the work to the extreme. He has taken on more work than others and done better than others. This is one of the reasons why he is so promoted so quickly.

But if he wants to work selectively and doesn't take so much work, it's certainly possible.

During the talk, they have already passed the gravel road and are close to the main hall.

At this time, Zhong Yuhuan looked up and saw the middle of the eaves standing next to a middle-aged man. The middle-aged man was wearing a gray old-fashioned tunic suit. The two whites were a bit white, but when they looked at them, they seemed to be young. In the age of fifty, it belongs to the one that has not yet reached retirement age. He stood there quietly, listening to them chatting.

When Zhong Yuhuan approached, the middle-aged man asked: "Is this the daughter of Miss Ding Er?" The tone is very kind.

Lang Jin nodded: "Yes."

Zhong Yuhuan did not know how to call the other party.

She guessed that the other party should be the father of Lang Jinzhi, but called the coward? People have long since divorced.

"Advanced is coming." Langfu turned and advanced the main hall.

Zhong Yuhuan pulled the sleeves of Langjinzhi: "How is it called?"

Lang Jinzhi looked down at her lush fingers and whispered: "What to call, how to call."

"Women?"

"Ok."

Lang Jinzhi thought, he seems to finally feel a little bit, how it feels to have a younger sister.

She will laugh at him.

Will also quietly lick his sleeves.

Waiting for the door, Zhong Yuhuan smiled and said hello to the grandfather.

When Lange heard the name of "coward", the look was subtle, but nothing was said. He let Zhong Yuhuan sit down first, and soon there was a maid who came to the tea or used a bowl.

"There are no people at home recently. There are only three of us to eat together tonight." Langfu said.

Zhong Yuhuan nodded.

"When are you going to go back to the clock?" asked the father.

Lang Jinzhi replaced her and replied: "After waiting for a while, now the clock has a little trouble, Mrs. Xu will not want her to go back."

Longsheng heard this and frowned, but still did not judge how Zhongchi. Probably he has always been like this, and it is not easy to judge people.

The servant was about to help bring the baggage of Zhong Yuhuan to the room. Zhong Yuhuan suddenly said: "Oh, yes, bring a little gift to the coward."

Zhong Yuhuan got up and walked over, taking a big box out of a big bag and the big box was beautifully packaged. Her hands were handed to the grandfather, and the grandfather quickly passed, and the father laughed: "Where is this polite?"

Whether the gift is expensive or not is one thing, but it is one thing to send it or not.

Especially for people in their class.

It is a heart to send a gift.

It’s really not a valuable thing for Zhong Yu’s election.

After all, she was not close to the Lang family before, and she had no feelings with others. There was no such thing as usual. It was ulterior to send too expensive things.

Lang Jinzhi stared at the big box for a few seconds.

He suddenly felt that the first time he had dinner together at the Indigo Villa, and Zhong Yuhuan gave him a gift, and when he gave him a gift, the grandfather’s awkward mood.