You make money, I spend it, the rich stepmother is happy

The night is quiet, and the sky is like a canvas soaked in ink.

Occasionally there is a breeze.

Small terrace table with empty beer cans poured on the table.

Butler Zhang professionally and considerately delivered the chilled glass.

In order to let the husband and the master drink beer, get the best taste.

But neither Qi Mo nor Qi Shaobai used glass.

I ate some ham slices and peanuts.

Qi Shaobai leaned against the railing of the balcony, put his hands back on the railing, and held a can of beer in his hand. The breeze blew over his broad shoulders.

Qi Mo was sitting on the outdoor chair, his long legs crossed, his posture was lazy, and his knuckle fingers bent.

With a bang, the pull ring was easily pulled open with one hand.

Bringing the beer to his lips, he raised his head and took a sip, his Adam's apple rolled gently.

Both father and son are not talkative characters.

Clink glasses silently most of the time.

Occasionally talk and laugh.

Qi Shaobai felt unprecedentedly relaxed.

I used to think my dad was rigid and serious.

I didn't realize that he would have such a relaxed side.

The glass door to the patio was left open, and faint laughter wafted up from the living room.

Sheng Mumu accompanied the old lady to watch TV in the living room.

A collection of previous Spring Festival Gala sketches was played on the screen.

On the TV, the familiar lines came: "Palace Yuye wine——"

"One hundred and eighty cups!" Sheng Mumu and the old lady followed up at the same time.

Then they looked at each other and laughed.

The old lady: "Mu Mu, have you seen such an old sketch?"

Sheng Mumu: "Not only have you seen it, but you have memorized it fluently."

The words fell, and the laughter grew louder.

Float melodiously to the balcony on the second floor.

Qi Mo tilted his head, the corners of his lips curved slightly.

"Dad, can I get some more beer?"

Qi Shaobai put the empty beer can on the table, and asked with a lot of meaning.

Just at this time, the sound of sketches came from downstairs again.

"One cup will whet your appetite, two cups will make your kidneys feel good—"

Sheng Mumu couldn't help but sang the second half of the sentence, her voice was cool and pleasant, and her tone was funny:

"Drink three cups and five cups, I promise you will make a small face~"

Qi Mo smiled, and nodded to Qi Shaobai, "Okay."

When the sound of Qi Shaobai trotting downstairs faded away, Qi Mo leaned back in his chair and slowly raised his head to look at the dark sky.

The sharp jawline became gentler inch by inch.

The voice is hoarse and soft.

"Qi Shaobai has grown up, don't worry."

This sentence was said to Gu Wan, the elder sister in the sky.

There was another burst of joyful laughter from downstairs.

The man's eyes flickered slightly.

Darker and darker than a moonless night.

The lingering dim light rolled in the bottom of the eyes.

"I am fine too……"

The second half of the sentence that I didn't say was hidden in my heart.

Because of her.

……

*

The next day.

As soon as Sheng Mumu arrived at the company early in the morning, Cheng Zhuo ran towards her with a hearty smile.

"Sister, there is good news."

Sheng Mumu walked towards the office without stopping, opened the door swiftly, and hung the bag and thin coat on the hanger:

"What good news?"

Cheng Zhuo looked excited, and his speed of speech accelerated: ""Caijing" Weekly would like to invite you to do an exclusive interview."

Sheng Mumu didn't know, so he was stunned for half a second, pulled out the chair and sat down, "Is this good news?"

As far as she knows, there are a lot of magazine media that have recently reported on Yueji, and most of them have been handed over to Cheng Zhuo. She has also accepted a few interviews sporadically, so she doesn't think there is any different meaning in the interviews of Caijing Weekly.

Cheng Zhuo: "Sister, you don't know, "Caijing" weekly publishes an annual list at the end of each year, which is voted by industry authorities. In previous years, the CEOs of the companies on the list will always be favored by major investment institutions in the coming year. It’s a good time for businesses to expand upwards.”

Sheng Mumu blinked and continued to listen to Cheng Zhuo.

Cheng Zhuo: "After entering the third quarter, the monthly interview section is often regarded as a strong contender for the list, which is equivalent to a nomination."

Having said that, Sheng Mumu got excited and leaned forward a little.

"You mean, I became a candidate for the annual list of Caijing magazine?"

Cheng Zhuo nodded firmly, his eyes burning, "Yes! That's what it means!"

The voice fell.

Sheng Mumu pushed aside the chair and stood up, propping her hands on the table, talking to herself in disbelief, pinching her face while speaking.

"How can I be on such a powerful list? No way."

"Hiss~ It hurts, it's not a dream."

Cheng Zhuo: "Sister, I will sort out the questions that I have interviewed in Caijing weekly in the past ten years and send them to you, so I can make preparations in advance."

"Thank you." Sheng Mumu raised her eyebrows.

Cheng Zhuo smiled: "Sister, it's not hard work, it's not a matter of duty."

Sheng Mumu sat down again, in a very good mood, looking at Cheng Zhuo's deep dimples, suddenly remembered something, and said:

"Cheng Zhuo, you've been calling me sister recently, but it's becoming more and more fluent. A while ago, Amy, the executive of the technology company downstairs, met me in the elevator and asked me if it was really your sister. She wants your WeChat."

Hearing what Sheng Mumu said, Cheng Zhuo was taken aback for a moment.

"How did you answer her, sister?"

Sheng Mumu smiled, "How else can I answer, say that you have a girl you are in communication with."

She felt that Cheng Zhuo was in good condition in all aspects and was a perfect match for Qiao Li, so she didn't send Cheng Zhuo WeChat to Amy downstairs.

"No." Cheng Zhuo said with a nervous expression, "I mean, about her saying that we are like siblings."

"?" Sheng Mumu was puzzled and stunned, "I think it looks like it, so I don't need to answer it specially."

Cheng Zhuo curled up his hands hanging by his side, as if he had made a lot of determination, and looked straight at Sheng Mumu.

"Sister, actually..."

Sensing the sudden change in Cheng Zhuo's tone, Sheng Mumu raised her eyes, "?"

Cheng Zhuo: "Actually, I have a sister who is the same age as you, even with the word 'Mu' in her name."

Sheng Mumu didn't think too much about it, only thought it was a coincidence, and raised her eyebrows slightly.

"Oh? Really, that's really a coincidence."

Cheng Zhuo nervously clenched his fists quietly, "However, she—"

"Your boss is chasing you, your boss is chasing you, your boss is chasing you——"

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by an extremely abrupt cell phone ringtone.

The source of the sound was the pocket of Cheng Zhuo's trousers.

Sheng Mumu was taken aback.

Sheng Mumu didn't know that this ringtone was an exclusive ringtone set by Cheng Zhuo for his brother.

Read it in Cantonese, hurried, harsh, and funny.

Cheng Zhuo gathered up his courage for a long time, and let it go all at once.

Take out your phone.

On the screen, the word "Cheng Xin" for the caller jumped.

Just seeing his brother's name gave him a nervous feeling of being reminded.

From a very young age, he was more afraid of his elder brother than his school teacher.

After talking to Sheng Mumu in a hurry, he ran outside to answer the phone.

Press the call key.

Cheng Zhuo's voice was small and cowardly:

"Boss..."

It doesn't really mean "big guy", it's just that he grew up in a small southern city and communicates in Cantonese.

"Big brother" means "brother".

In the receiver, Cheng Xin, CEO of Equation Group, had a mature and deep voice that didn't match his age.

Full of lectures.

"How long do you plan to stay in Beijing?"