Chapter 2 Good Night, Dad After Chen Qingrong returned to the community, he first went to the express delivery station downstairs to pick up the figures he had ordered online, and then returned home. After graduating from university, he stayed in Shanghai to work. His parents were in the countryside and did not live with him. He could live alone in this 70-square-meter house and lead a leisurely life. The only troublesome thing is that his parents would call him from time to time to urge him to go on blind dates and get married. In their words, in the countryside, if you are not married after the age of 25, you are destined to be a bachelor. Twenty-seven-year-old bachelor Chen Qingrong doesn't think there's anything good about getting married. Is it okay for a three-dimensional woman to have his two-dimensional wife? He took a deep breath and opened the bedroom door. On the bookshelf were various exquisite figurines. Rem, Misaka Misaka, Kurumi, those in games, those in anime, it can be said that the types are quite diverse, as long as they are good-looking, he likes them all. "Good evening, ladies!" Chen Qingrong greeted the figures with a silly smile, and then carefully opened the brand new package. "Welcome to my harem, my wife Liuhua." Chen Qingrong gently kissed the figure of Rikka Takanashi, then put it in place, then pulled out a chair and sat in front of the computer to prepare to modify the plan.
But then again, why is it that the text on Director Tang's head sometimes appears and sometimes disappears? Is he the only one who can see it? Also, what does that text mean? Three years later, Director Tang will give birth to twins, a boy and a girl... This seems outrageous no matter how I think about it. Can a strong woman like Tang Xiaoru be interested in a middle-aged man like him, who has a bit of a belly and is a nerd who loves his 2D wife? Even if she likes me, I still can't like her. Chen Qingrong's primary criterion for choosing a wife is that she must be gentle and virtuous. Tang Xiaoru was so tough and aggressive that she was obviously not his ideal type. So Chen Qingrong forced himself to treat the line of text that appeared as an illusion. It won’t come true anyway. pat pat pat. The only sound in the bedroom was the sound of Chen Qingrong typing on the keyboard, which lasted until eleven o'clock in the evening. After organizing the document, Chen Qingrong sent it directly to Tang Xiaoru's WeChat. "Director Tang, the plan has been prepared. Please review it. It's getting late. Go to bed early. Good night." "Good night, Dad." "???" The other party retracted a message. "The message just now was sent to my father. I accidentally sent it to the wrong person." Tang Xiaoru explained nonchalantly. Chen Qingrong didn't take it seriously. He smiled back and went to take a shower. As for Tang Xiaoru at this moment, she looked at the smiling emoticon sent by Chen Qingrong on her mobile phone with a strange expression. "He wouldn't mistake it for me flirting with other men, would he?" "No, even if it's a misunderstanding, so what? Why should I worry about my subordinates misunderstanding me?" Tang Xiaoru was only worried for a few seconds, and quickly regained her aura as a strong woman. At this time, my father sent another WeChat message, "Anyway, Xiaoru, you are almost 30 years old, and it is time for you to get married. After a woman reaches 30, it is dangerous to have children."
Tang Xiaoru curled her lips, "Then I can choose not to have children. I think children are too troublesome and I don't want to raise them." Tang's father said angrily, "Nonsense! You are the only daughter in our family. If you don't give birth to a child, won't our family be extinct?" "Besides, your mother and I are already so old. If we retire and have nothing to do at home and don't take care of the children, what's the meaning of our lives?" "I don't care. You have to come back this weekend for a blind date. If you dare to stand me and your mom up, you'll have to wait!" Tang's father thought typing was too slow, so he bombarded Tang Xiaoru with several voice messages, which made Tang Xiaoru very annoyed. Blind date? She doesn't want a blind date. Isn't it good to be single? Do you have to get married and have children? Tang Xiaoru kicked off her slippers, got into bed, casually glanced at Chen Qingrong's plan, and then switched to her own game interface. "It's better to spend money to support a paper husband. At least the paper man won't cheat on you. Charlie Su, here I come!" …… The next day, Chen Qingrong got up early, brushed his teeth and washed his face, then went out to work. As soon as I went downstairs, my good brother Sun Cheng called me. "Qingrong, tomorrow is the weekend, shall we go clubbing?" "Why would I go clubbing with a rich second-generation like you? Do you think I'm tired from working like a cow for a week and still have the mood to go clubbing?" "Fuck, you're like this every time I call you. I want you to come to my company and you don't want to. I can really make you the vice president." "Forget it. If you were a rich woman, I could still consider it, but if you're a man, forget it." drip. Car horns sounded. Chen Qingrong looked up and was stunned. Isn’t that Director Tang’s car? "I'm going to be late for work." "Hey you..." He hung up the phone and walked over tentatively. Sure enough, he saw Tang Xiaoru rolling down the window and waving at him, "Get in the car." Chen Qingrong was stunned. "Director Tang, how do you know I live here?" Tang Xiaoru rolled her eyes. "When you sent me to the coffee shop yesterday, you told me that you lived near Heping Road. I want to ask you, are there any other communities nearby?" Chen Qingrong, "..." A devilish woman with a meticulous mind. "Hurry up and get in the car." "Oh, okay." Chen Qingrong hesitated for a moment, opened the car door and sat in the passenger seat. "Director Tang, I'm really flattered that you personally drove to pick me up for work so early in the morning."
Tang Xiaoru said calmly, "Don't be anxious or scared yet, the main event is coming next." Chen Qingrong asked in confusion, "What do you mean?" "Fasten your seatbelts, we're leaving." "Oh well." Chen Qingrong fastened his seat belt obediently. Tang Xiaoru didn't speak to him along the way, and Chen Qingrong didn't dare to speak actively, so the atmosphere was a bit awkward. But does this woman have to wear black stockings so early in the morning? Her legs are already very long and straight, but she still insists on wearing black stockings, which makes her look even sexier. Chen Qingrong was in a dilemma whether to look or not. This is very painful. Finally, the car stopped. "We're here." Tang Xiaoru said indifferently, "Get out of the car and take the briefcase from the back seat." Chen Qingrong looked outside and said in surprise, "Director Tang, isn't this our company? Why did you bring me to Jinxiu Group?" Tang Xiaoru said casually, "Your proposal has been approved. We just happened to have a meeting with Party A this morning, so I brought you here. It would be best if you could explain your proposal yourself, right?" "Me? But isn't this usually the director's job?" That's how it works in their line of work. They write the proposal silently and the director takes it out for bargaining. If the negotiation goes well, the director will be praised for his achievements. If the negotiation goes badly, it will be the turn of those who wrote the proposal to be in trouble. "Can't I change the rules? Stop talking nonsense and get out of the car. I don't like men who dawdle." (End of this chapter)