False Poor and Real Boss

"Yes, Uncle Li and my father are business partners. We have known each other since high school. But the real acquaintance was in college."

"Don't worry, our two families actually have very little contact, and I won't see him again in the future."

Xin Rong frowned: "If it's your father's friend, you don't need to deliberately avoid me because of me. Besides, you two are in the same company, meeting is inevitable, and I don't mind normal communication."

Yan Fei felt relieved when he heard his words.

"By the way, Xin Rong, do you want to see my old photos?"

Xin Rong raised her eyebrows: "Yes."

Yan Fei's eyes lit up, and he quickly took his hand into his room.

He moved out all the photo albums that he had treasured for many years in his bookcase as if offering a treasure.

Xin Rong sat on a chair, flipping through the thick photo album, and couldn't help stroking the old photos on it.

That was Yan Fei when he was in college. He was tall and tall, with green brows and eyes, red lips and white teeth. Even with a somewhat rustic hairstyle, he couldn't hide his delicate and beautiful features.

Xin Rong thought that Yan Fei was with Li Cha at that time, both of them had first-class looks, and they would attract crowds of people wherever they went, and felt a little sour.

He couldn't participate in that period of the past, and could only look at a few old photos for comfort.

"What university did you study abroad?"

Xin Rong looked at a photo of a European-style building and said in surprise.

"Well, I did my undergraduate studies in New York. I originally studied business, but I changed my department halfway through my studies and was severely beaten by my dad."

Xin Rong laughed lightly.

"Uncle doesn't look like a bad-tempered person."

Yan Fei rested his head on his arm and sighed softly: "Most of the time my dad is very gentle, but when it comes to key decisions, if I step on his bottom line, he will be more irritable than anyone else."

"Really." Xin Rong closed the album, suddenly thought of something, and asked thoughtfully, "Does Uncle hope you can inherit the family business?"

Yan Fei nodded: "Well, I'm the only son in the family, so it's normal for him to put his expectations on me."

"But he finally agreed with you to enter the showbiz, didn't he?" Xin Rong said in a relieved tone, "You should be lucky that you have such an enlightened father."

Yan Fei looked at the loneliness in his eyes and noticed something.

He licked his lips and said hesitantly: "Xin Rong, actually, I want to say, if you don't have a satisfactory place to go after leaving the company, do you want to come to my dad..."

Xin Rong shook his head resolutely: "No, I have this relationship with you, it's not good for public or private."

"I'm not talking about asking you to be an airborne general manager or something, because my dad has quite a lot of management experience in investment and financial management, and he has a lot of connections. If you let him take you, you will definitely learn a lot. thing."

"Of course, I'm not saying you're not capable. I just think that if you want to develop better—"

Xin Rong interrupted him softly: "I know what you mean."

"Yan Fei, you don't have to worry about this. I have to think about my future plans. Don't worry, okay? Besides, I haven't even formally talked with my uncle."

Yan Fei rubbed her nose embarrassedly: "Okay, I'm too impatient. Then I won't rush you, just think about it slowly."

Xin Rong smiled and continued to look at the photo album.

Halfway through, Yan's mother called back and asked about the situation at home.

Yan Fei said that Li Cha had left.Yan's mother immediately warmly invited the two to have dinner at home.

"Aren't you watching a concert with Dad? Still have time to come back for dinner?" Yan Fei looked puzzled.

"Silly boy, isn't your dad just looking for an excuse? We're just shopping across the street, and I just bought a pretty ceramic vase, which happens to be the bouquet of carnations."

Yan Fei's head was full of black lines.

He asked Xin Rong if he wanted to have dinner at home.

Xin Rong nodded.

"Then you let Xiaomei cook first, and I'll buy something to go back. Does the kid have any favorite dishes?"

"You can make it lighter. He has a forehead injury, so he can't eat stimulating things."

"Well, okay, then I'll buy two crucian carp for soup and some vegetables."

Yan Fei hung up the phone and gestured "OK" to Xin Rong.

"It's done, my mother is shopping for vegetables, and I'll be back to cook right away."

"Should I help?"

Xin Rong felt that it seemed inappropriate to stay in the room.

"Let's talk about it when they come back, don't worry."

"Then I'm going to buy some fruit."

Xin Rong was still restless.

Yan Fei pulled him back, hugged him, and patted his chest: "Okay, don't be nervous, my parents won't do anything to you. It's just a meal, and you will be with me later Let's talk, Dad, okay?"

"But, after all, it's my first time here, so I didn't bring anything with me." Xin Rong looked worried.

"Just bring yourself here." Yan Fei kissed him on the cheek, and pushed him to sit down: "Sit down obediently, and I'll find another photo album for you to read."

Half an hour later, Yan's mother and Yan's father arrived home.

Xin Rong heard the noise downstairs and immediately put down the album.Seeing his nervous expression, Yan Fei smiled and said, "It's really the same as a new wife who came to the house for the first time."

Xin Rong glared at him, straightened his clothes, and went down to meet the two elders.

"uncle and auntie."

When he went down to the first floor, he saw Mother Yan carrying a large bag in her hand, so he hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Let me carry it for you."

"It's okay." Yan's mother called the little nanny to come over to get something, but she only held a vase in her hand.

"Sit down, don't be restrained. I'll go to the kitchen to prepare dinner, and you talk to Yan Fei's father." He called Yan Fei again: "Son, help me wash this vase, and then put the carnations in it."

"Okay." Yan Fei leaned over like a dog.

After Yan's father sat down on the sofa, Xin Rong also sat on the side with some embarrassment.

Father Yan looked gentle and motioned him to eat the fruit on the table.

"Is the company busy recently?" Father Yan asked him.

"Fortunately, it's all routine."

Father Yan nodded, he asked a few more questions, and Xin Rong answered them one by one.Father Yan didn't want the atmosphere to be too restrained, so he turned on the TV and tuned to the financial channel to watch today's financial news.

Xin Rong sat down and watched the news with him.

Father Yan glanced over Xin Rong casually, seeing that he was sitting upright and his eyes were bright, his eyes were a little more appreciative.

He casually talked about the previous annual conference of the pharmaceutical industry, and asked Xin Rong what his views were on the development trend of the industry.

With a calm expression, Xin Rong analyzed several hot spots in the field of research and development, and combined with current and political backgrounds, he expounded his views on the development trend of the industry.

Father Yan listened with gusto and nodded frequently.Xin Rong has unique insights and strict logic when analyzing problems. It can be seen that he has profound professional skills.

"Have you ever studied abroad?"

Father Yan couldn't help asking when he heard that he used English when he mentioned several professional words, and the pronunciation was very standard.

"Well, I was abroad when I was studying in graduate school."

"Actually, you have such a good command of English, and you have also practiced in YS, so you should have been very good when you entered a foreign company." Father Yan said sincerely.

Xin Rong chuckled softly: "Let's see if there is a chance in the future."

"In the future?" Father Yan seemed to have heard something, and frowned slightly: "Do you intend to resign?"

At this time, in the kitchen.

Yan Fei was very reluctant to be called into the kitchen by Yan's mother.

"Mom, I don't know how to cook very much, just ask Xiaomei to help. Why do you ask me!"

Yan's mother tapped him on the forehead: "Didn't you see that your father and that Xin He are having a good chat, don't run over and disturb them."

Yan Fei twitched his lips helplessly: "Mom, his name is Xin Rong, not Xin."

"Oh, that's right, I keep forgetting his name." Yan's mother pressed her forehead and said distressedly: "Your mother is old and has a bad memory, don't take it for granted."

"By the way, you are talking about this Xin Rong, his parents are divorced, and his father is now lying in the ICU?"

Yan Fei nodded.

"Then the child's family is quite miserable."

Mother Yan suddenly thought of something, and looked at Yan Fei with sharp eyes: "Tell me honestly, what's the matter with the wound on his forehead, he won't have an enemy with others, and was beaten by the enemy's family, right?"

She didn't want her son to be with someone who couldn't even guarantee her own safety.

"Mom, where do you want to go?" Yan Fei rolled his eyes and said helplessly, "Okay, I'll tell you what's going on, but you must not show it in front of Xin Rong, you know, can you?"

"Say it quickly." Mother Yan looked curious and couldn't help urging him.

Yan Fei sighed, lowered his eyes and said, "Actually, the wound on his forehead was hit by his father with a cup."

Mother Yan covered her mouth when she heard what he said, and said softly "ah" in disbelief.

"Then he doesn't hide?" She couldn't imagine what kind of father would put such a heavy hand on his son.

Yan Fei shook his head: "His father was lying on the hospital bed, so he didn't hide..."

"What a silly child." Mother Yan sighed.

"There are a lot of troubles in his family, and there is also a vicious stepmother and brother-in-law, who make him unhappy every day. Some time ago, the brother-in-law suffered from it and went to prison. His father's relationship."

"What else?" Yan's mother was filled with righteous indignation, and couldn't help clenching her fists: "This person is too bad, can't his father see it?"

"The stepmother is young and beautiful, and his father will soften his heart if he blows some pillow wind." Yan Fei shook his head, "There is no way, the world is going downhill."

"This child is so pitiful." Yan's mother could fully imagine how difficult Xin Rong's situation was. Thinking of his overly cautious appearance in the living room before, she felt a little sad for a while.

"Okay, you go out, your dad has been pulling him to chat, that child must be reserved, you go over there to ease the atmosphere."

Yan Fei got her order, and said as if he had been pardoned: "Yes, mom!"

Just run outside.

In the living room, Father Yan and Xin Rong are playing Go.

The two concentrated on the game, completely immersed in the black and white world, and didn't even notice when Yan Fei approached.

Xin Rong is in a dangerous situation, several key pieces are forced to the corner, he is holding on to the sunspots with his left hand, he is hesitant to move.

Yan Fei saw that his forehead was dripping with sweat, so he couldn't help but took out a tissue to help him wipe the sweat.

On the opposite side, Father Yan glanced over with a fluttering look.

Yan Fei sneered and said, "You guys play chess, don't worry about me."

"Watch the chess without talking." Father Yan played with the white chess in the box, with a relaxed expression: "If you can't help talking, go to the kitchen and help your mother cook."

Yan Fei immediately made a sealing gesture, and sat down beside Xin Rong honestly.

At this time, Xin Rong had a very crucial son.

The situation was reversed in an instant, this piece not only solved the corner of the black piece, but also created a huge gap in the white piece's offensive.

The corners of Father Yan's mouth curled up, and he praised without hesitation: "Good chess."

Xin Rong exhaled softly, and wiped the cold sweat off his palms.

A game of Go didn't end until the meal time.

Seeing that the three of them were late at the table, Mother Yan walked up to Father Yan and patted him on the shoulder.

"Lao Yan, it's time to eat." She smiled like a flower, and her tone was as gentle as a spring breeze.

However, when Father Yan saw her smile, his heart shuddered.

Madam called him twice just now, but he seemed to ignore her, but was completely immersed in the chessboard.Not only was she not angry, but she also talked to him with such a smile. It must be because of Xin Rong's presence that she didn't have an attack.

"I'm coming."

Father Yan felt uneasy, and tried his best to wink at Yan Fei.

"Mom, I'll serve the food for you." Yan Fei immediately understood who he was, and hurried to the kitchen to help serve the food.

Xin Rong wanted to help, but was stopped by Yan's father.

"You are a guest, and you don't need to do these things. Go and sit at the table."

Xin Rong sat down behind the dining table with some trepidation.

"Xiao Xin, you don't mind if I call you that?" Mother Yan put down the vegetables and said with a smile.

Xin Rong quickly stood up and helped her open the seat: "Just call me by my name."

"Haha, okay, then I'll call you Xin Rong." Yan's mother sat down beside him, and said tentatively, "I heard from Yan Fei that you have a younger sister at home?"

"Ah."

"How old is Lingmei? What's her name?"

Yan's mother wanted to have a daughter since she was a child, but unfortunately she was weak and could not have a second child after giving birth to Yan Fei. There was only an only child in the family, which made her regret for many years.After hearing that Xin Rong had a younger sister, she couldn't help but want to ask a few more questions.

"Her name is Xin Mi, she just graduated from university not long ago."

"Oh, is she also in Shencheng now?" Mother Yan smiled lightly: "If you are free some other day, you can call my sister over to have dinner together."