My Life Can Hang

Song Meng listened with great interest, and Xie Jingyu printed all the photos of her trip to Geneva.

Make a photo album and put it on the table.

There will definitely not be Zhang Lu and Zheng Danni in it. This is an album specially for Chen Dongcheng and other women.

"Wow, Zurich is so beautiful, looking at the photos makes the city feel so comfortable!"

After Song Meng and Zhuang Manting finished packing, they sat on the sofa, flipping through the album together, sighing a few words from time to time.

Zhuang Manting watched for a while, then went to take out the iced watermelon, cut it into pieces and put it on the coffee table.

Song Meng smiled and said, "Sister Manting is so nice."

Chen Dongcheng asked Song Meng, "How's the review going?"

"It's very good. There are teachers who make up lessons, and the efficiency is much higher."

Song Meng pricked a piece of watermelon with a toothpick and sent it to Chen Dongcheng's mouth.

Zhuang Manting said with a gentle smile: "The MBA of Peking University is very valuable. I have asked many friends that as long as they are admitted, it is no problem to double their annual salary."

Song Meng quickly assured: "Don't worry, I'll see you if you don't pass the exam."

Chen Dongcheng was amused and laughed out loud: "You still raised your head to see you, do you want to scare us to death?"

"Oh, isn't that what the movie says?"

Song Meng hummed and leaned into Chen Dongcheng's arms, not at all afraid of Zhuang Manting being jealous.

Zhuang Manting smiled and shook her head: "I'm sleepy, I'll go upstairs to rest first."

"Go."

When Zhuang Manting left, Song Meng breathed a sigh of relief.

Although I can be grumpy with Chen Dongcheng in front of Zhuang Manting.

But if they were together, she would not be able to accept it.

Chen Dongcheng asked with a smile, "I bought the watch and sent the flowers, shouldn't it be your time to repay me?"

"How to repay?"

"You are like this..."

"Not really."

Chen Dongcheng said with a stern face: "It turned against you."

Carrying Song Mengheng upstairs, the plot of the tiger's teeth hurting Ding that the majority of netizens like to hear will be staged immediately.

……

Going for a morning run in the community and returning home, Zhuang Manting will go to work after breakfast.

Song Meng couldn't get up because of the torment, so she asked Zhuang Manting to take a leave.

After Chen Dongcheng finished breakfast, he watched TV at home with Song Meng, and received an international call.

The call was made by Cai Bingyao of Grab, with one purpose.

Grab burns money too fiercely. It has only been three or four months, and the previous financing is about to bottom out.

Uber just raked the grass and beat the rabbits, almost killing them.

Cai Bingyao contacted the investors in the first two rounds in advance to confirm the C round of financing.

On the other end of the phone, Cai Bingyao finally got a satisfactory answer.

Chen Dongcheng looked at Song Meng who was wearing his T-shirt and watching TV with bare feet in the house: "Do you want to go to Kuala Lumpur?"

"Think, when are you going?"

Song Meng's eyes lit up, she didn't eat the banana in her hand, and threw it on the coffee table.

Holding Chen Dongcheng's arm with both hands, he began to shake.

"You pack up and go now."

Chen Dongcheng patted Song Meng, and Song Meng rushed upstairs happily.

An hour's work, a 28-inch donkey box, which is full of stuff.

Hand cream, sunscreen, moisturizing spray…

There are no shortage of bottles and jars that girls must bring when they go out.

Song Meng also prepared the clothes that Chen Dongcheng needed to bring.

After being in contact with Zhuang Manting for a long time, I have inadvertently learned the virtuous side of women.

Song Meng blinked her eyes with anticipation: "Can you go?"

"Go, the car is already waiting outside."

As soon as Chen Dongcheng finished speaking, there was a knock on the door.

Xie Jingyu was already guarding the door and took the suitcase from Song Meng's hand.

"The ticket has been bought, and the fastest flight to Kuala Lumpur is at 11:30 am.

However, Malaysia Airlines only has economy class, I hope Chen Dong and Ms. Song will not mind. "

Xie Jingyu said while walking on the road, put the suitcase in the trunk of Bentley.

Song Meng smiled and shook her head: "I don't mind, as long as you can go out and play, the economy class doesn't matter."

Thinking about the last time Chen Dongcheng took her to play in the water world, it was more than two months ago.

It's a rare opportunity, but you have to seize it.

Every time I take Malaysia Airlines, Chen Dongcheng's heart is always on his mind, who makes Malaysia Airlines' reputation out of the picture.

Fortunately, four hours later, the plane arrived at Kuala Lumpur International Airport safely.

The hotel has been booked in advance before arriving.

Around the Petronas Twin Towers in Kuala Lumpur, there are five-star hotels everywhere.

The price is too expensive for ordinary tourists.

Xie Jingyu understood the boss's travel standards and booked the presidential suite at the Grand Hyatt Hotel.

The price of 8 yuan per night means that Chen Dongcheng and the others started to enjoy the service that cost [-] yuan after they got off the plane.

Pick-up, check-in, go through formalities...

God-like service throughout the whole process, and strive to satisfy Chen Dongcheng and Song Meng.

After the formalities are completed, the hotel staff politely retire.

Song Meng trotted to the floor-to-ceiling glass curtain wall and looked at the twin towers close at hand.

"Wow, so beautiful, they are so tall!"

Chen Dongcheng had been here once before, absent-mindedly eating the welcome fruit.

"It's okay, if you want to go, I'll take you for a walk at night."

"Of course I want to go, but can I fill my stomach first?"

Song Meng pointed at her stomach aggrievedly: "I don't have any appetite on the plane."

Chen Dongcheng smiled and nodded: "Of course there is no problem."

Just pressing the electric bell on the table, a Chinese housekeeper in his early forties bowed respectfully and said, "Mr. Chen."

"Help us prepare dinner."

"Okay, please wait a moment."

The housekeeper immediately went to inform that Chen Dongcheng and Song Meng had some fruit.

After half an hour, there was a knock at the door.

"Please come in."

The butler brought seven or eight waiters, pushed the dining cart, and brought the same kind of food to the dining table of the suite in an orderly manner.

After the butler and other waiters finished serving the dishes, they said politely and respectfully, "Mr. Chen, this is a dinner carefully prepared for you by Chef Marcus of the hotel, if there is anything you don't like.

Chef Marcus will redo it for you in no time.

Of course, you can ask him to cook for you at any time of the day. "

Chen Dongcheng nodded with satisfaction: "Okay, I see."

"Okay, then I won't disturb the two of you for dinner. I have already adjusted the lights for you. Please use it slowly."

After the butler finished speaking, he gently closed the door of the presidential suit and stayed outside.

Song Meng thought about it for a long time, and said with emotion: "I used to think that being rich in this world was no big deal, but then I found out that being rich is really good."

"You can have this awareness, it shows that you have grown up."

Chen Dongcheng wiped his hands with a hot towel and began to eat.

Song Meng follows girls' practice and takes pictures before eating.

Take photos of hotels, lighting, food, and the twin towers opposite the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Of course, the least must be the photo of her and Chen Dongcheng.

Song Meng set up all kinds of scissors, and happily pulled Chen Dongcheng to take [-] or [-] pictures, and then put down the phone with satisfaction.

"Okay, you can eat."

Chen Dongcheng had almost eaten half of the steak, Song Meng put her hands on the table and asked Chen Dongcheng to feed her with her mouth open.

Chen Dongcheng cut the steak into small pieces, pricked a piece with a fork, and fed it to Song Meng's mouth.

Song Meng bit down with a smile, her face full of happiness: "It would be good to have days like this every day."

"Aren't you afraid of getting bored?"

"Not at all. What you see when you open your eyes every day is a loved one, and what you see when you open your eyes every day is an empty bed. How can it be the same?"

Song Meng pursed her lips and cut the steak, as if she was cutting some heartless man.