My Life Can Hang

After Zhuang Manting finished speaking, she kissed Chen Dongcheng.

Looking at Chen Dongcheng's reluctant look, he was amused and laughed.

Chapter 71

Back in his bedroom, Chen Dongcheng first took a shower.

The cold shower has a very good cooling effect, and the heat in my heart has been washed away.

Chen Dongcheng sat on the bed and played with his mobile phone for a while, but he was not sleepy at all.

The physique has just increased to 79. The warm and comfortable improvement has made Chen Dongcheng full of energy. How can he still be sleepy?

Although it hurts to spend 100 million yuan, Chen Dongcheng has experienced the effect of a good physique.

Chen Dongcheng walked to the terrace, sat down on the lounge chair, lit a cigarette and smoked, and the smoke quickly enveloped Chen Dongcheng.

It's almost two o'clock in the morning, and Pengcheng is still full of traffic and noise.

The prosperity and cruelty of the metropolis are vividly highlighted at this moment.

How many times did Chen Dongcheng stay up late at this time to catch up on projects.

After being reborn, Chen Dongcheng really didn't ask much about his livelihood.

He was smoking a cigarette and thinking about his thoughts when Chen Dongcheng's phone suddenly rang.

Chen Dongcheng picked it up and took a look, it was really rare.

"Hey, Mom, why did you remember to call me at this point?"

"Stinky boy, your dad and I forgot. We are in the UK. We just finished dinner, and you didn't know how to report to your mother."

"Comrade Gu Xiuwen, I'm almost unable to open the pot in Shenzhen University, and I haven't seen you and Comrade Chen Jianye give me a cent."

"Come on, didn't I give you 1 yuan when you started school?"

It's okay not to mention this, Gu Xiuwen gave [-] yuan, but that includes tuition.

"You two can travel with peace of mind. I am doing well in Shenzhen University. You have to go home during the Spring Festival, right?"

"Bastard, what are you talking about, your dad and I are still living abroad without going home. Have you fallen in love yet?"

"Without the funds of the mother and the queen, how can any girl like me?"

"The policy set by your father and I can't be changed, but it's not a problem if you don't have a girlfriend after college."

"After a while, your dad will give you [-] past. Let's talk about it first. This is the funds for the two of us for you.

After speaking, Gu Xiuwen hung up the phone first.

After a while, Chen Dongcheng received a bank text message.

Old Chen obviously still felt sorry for his son, so he added [-] secretly.

Chen Dongcheng accepted it with a smile, although it wasn't much for himself, it was after all a little bit of his parents' wishes.

Chen Dongcheng has only received this love fund once.

It was stupid at the beginning, the money was collected, and it was basically spent on games and eating, drinking and playing.

By the end of the year, the target had not been found, and since then, Gu Xiuwen's special funds have never been received.

Chen Dongcheng is now full of confidence, but he is a little worried, and tells Gu Xiuwen which is his girlfriend.

Zhuang Manting must be mature and sensible, while Song Meng is a little cute and naughty, but not bad.

Li Xingyao is still the real girlfriend in the school, thinking about it is a big head.

But don't worry before the end of the year, when the time comes, find a girl to send it to Gu Xiuwen first, and keep her satisfied.

……

London.

While putting on the mask, Gu Xiuwen asked, "Is the money transferred?"

"Well, turn around."

Chen Jianye nodded.

Gu Xiuwen sat on the sofa, watching TV and said, "If I hadn't called this stinky boy, I would have forgotten his parents."

"The children are all grown up, why do you care so much."

Chen Jianye was a little helpless.

"No matter how old he is, he is still my son."

Gu Xiuwen asked again: "Is your classmate reliable? We come all the way, don't tease us."

"Don't worry, we've talked about it before, but are you really going to buy a thousand bitcoins at one time?"

Chen Jianye is still a little worried, and no one can say whether this Bitcoin is reliable or not.

Gu Xiuwen tore off the mask and threw it in the trash.

"My college roommate told me that bitcoin will rise in the future. She has always been well informed, so you can rest assured."

"That's $20!"

While changing the channel, Gu Xiuwen said, "You are timid. If we succeed in investing this time, our son will have at least 800 million yuan in the future. Even if he loses, it will be more than 100 million yuan."

Chen Jianye thought about it too, starving the timid to death.

Gu Xiuwen's college roommate has kept in touch for so many years, and the other's husband is also a department-level cadre with real power.

Gu Xiuwen also relied on the information disclosed by the roommate, and after researching it for a while, he made up his mind to buy a batch of bitcoins.

It just so happened that Chen Jianye had a classmate in the UK who belonged to the financial circle and had a wide network of contacts.

The scale of the transaction was not small. As soon as Gu Xiuwen and Chen Jianye discussed it, they went to the UK to trade with each other.

Poor parents all over the world, Gu Xiuwen also wanted to fight for his son, otherwise why would he come to England, a place he didn't know well.

……

Early the next morning, Song Meng got up and was surprised to find that it was Chen Dongcheng who was cooking in the kitchen.

"The sun has risen from the west today?"

Song Meng complained and asked curiously, "Where's Sister Manting?"

"Maybe I haven't had a rest. Maybe the aunt is here."

Chen Dongcheng reproduced Zhuang Manting's entry-level cooking skills yesterday and spent 8.3 yuan.

Although beginner cooking sounds low, it is not.

At least some home-cooked dishes can be cooked by Chen Dong in Chengdu, especially for breakfast.

Song Meng frowned and muttered, "No way, how many days should Sister Manting's menstrual period arrive?"

"Why do you care so much, hurry up and eat."

Chen Dongcheng glared at Song Meng and served her a bowl of porridge.

Song Meng drank some wine yesterday and felt a little uncomfortable in her stomach.

Drinking Chen Dongcheng's boiled millet porridge, Song Meng showed a satisfied smile. It was also a characteristic of Song Meng.

Chen Dongcheng was relieved to see Song Meng no longer pay attention to Zhuang Manting.

"I'm going back to school in a while, you can give you a copy of breakfast to Sister Manting."

"Oh, I know."

Chen Dongcheng nodded and ate breakfast quietly.

After eating, Chen Dongcheng said hello to Song Meng and drove back to school, and Song Meng went upstairs with breakfast.

"Dong dong dong."

Song Meng knocked on the door: "Sister Manting, are you awake?"

"Well, Mengmeng, come in."

Song Meng pushed open the door and put breakfast on the cabinet beside Zhuang Manting's bed.

"Sister Manting, are you alright?"

Song Meng asked with some concern.

Zhuang Manting blushed a little and felt a little guilty.

After all, Song Meng likes Chen Dongcheng no worse than herself.

"I'm fine, he's gone?"

Zhuang Manting asked softly.

"Let's go, but I don't know when this guy learned to cook."

Song Meng pouted, but did not notice anything unusual.

"That's probably meant to give you a little surprise."

Zhuang Manting smiled and shook her head, took a mouthful of porridge, and looked at Song Meng in surprise: "Is this what he did?"

"Yeah, isn't it delicious?"

Song Meng smiled and said: "I was stunned in the morning. I didn't expect a rich second generation to be able to cook. It's completely different from the rich second generation in my impression!"

Zhuang Manting also laughed, if it was the ordinary rich second generation, how could Zhuang Manting like it.

Chapter 72. 072 What to do if it is too good