Chapter 423 Moonlight in Shanghai

Chapter 423 Moonlight in Shanghai

Chapter 423 Moonlight in Shanghai

However, the first impression that this most modern city in the country gave Chen Zhe was "cold".

Although the plane broadcast indicated that the temperature was about 10 degrees, 10 degrees in Shanghai is completely different from 10 degrees in Guangzhou.

In Guangzhou, you can still walk on the street in short sleeves when the temperature is 10 degrees, but in Shanghai you need a coat to keep warm. As soon as he got out of the cabin where the temperature was just right, Chen Zhuo, who was only wearing a thin long sleeve, couldn't help shivering.

"It's so cold!"

Because it was a last-minute decision, Chen Zhuo didn't bring any thick clothes with him.

Walking along the airport passage towards the exit, the polished marble floor is as shiny as a mirror, reflecting the chandeliers that are as bright as daylight. The commercial areas on both sides are also quite lively, with people crowded in the transparent windows.

"Wait a moment."

As they walked, Song Shiwei suddenly broke away from Chen Zhuo's hand.

Chen Zhuo thought she was going to the bathroom. As he was also worried about something, he walked to the other side and took out his cell phone.

"Hello~"

Chen Zhuo called Yu Xian and told him that he had arrived in Shanghai.

When at Guangzhou Baiyun Airport, Chen Zhuo reported to cos sister that the company was going on a business trip to Shanghai, so they should be here for the next two days.

Because Chen Zhuo had flown to Chengdu on a business trip before, Yu Xian did not doubt it. After all, this kind of lie that was a mixture of truth and falsehood was too difficult to detect.

In addition, Yu Baibai had just won an award recently and had a lot of things to do, so she could only seriously remind Chen Zhuo to take care of his health, eat well and drink well, and send her a message before going to bed every day.

"I see."

After Chen Zhuo finished his call with Yu Xian, he wondered whether he should call his parents.

In fact, it didn't matter if he wasn't beaten, because he didn't go home to sleep most of the time. Old Chen and Empress Dowager Mao thought their son was still staying in the boys' dormitory of Sun Yat-sen University.

As I was hesitating, my arm was suddenly patted.

Chen turned his head and found Song Shiwei standing behind him with a BURBERRY men's long trench coat in his hand.

It’s so hot when I bought it that I haven’t even had time to throw away the tag.

"...Did you go shopping for clothes just now?"

Chen asked in surprise.

"Ah."

Song Shiwei didn't say much and handed the clothes over.

Chen's mouth twitched and he glanced at the five-digit price on the tag. He really wanted to say, "Forget it, I'll just buy a 200 yuan street stall item."

Buying clothes in high-end stores at the airport is more or less a waste of money.

But Song Shiwei looked up at him with a hint of anticipation, and Chen Zhao suddenly realized that this might be the first time that Sister Sweet bought clothes for a boy.

With Chen Zhuo's emotional intelligence, how could he let this expectation go unfulfilled?

"Ha~, I never realized you were so thoughtful before. I just sneezed and you remembered it."

Chen said as he took the clothes and put them on.

There wasn't much else in the airport, but mirrors for dressing were everywhere. Chen walked to the mirror, adjusted his collar, and praised, "You have a good taste, the size is just right."

In fact, new clothes have a unique "wrapped" smell, but I don't mind them being old.

This is not the smell of a package, it's clearly the sweet smell of banknotes.

Song Shiwei stood quietly behind him, like a newlywed wife, admiring the clothes she had bought for herself and being worn by her husband.

For a moment, even the cold and distant feeling was a little gentle.

"Why don't you buy one for yourself?"

Chen noticed that Song Shiwei was still wearing the sweater she wore in Guangzhou.

"I'm not cold."

Song Shiwei shook his head.

"is it?"

Chen Zhuo grabbed Song Shiwei's hand again. This action became more and more familiar to them as they got along with each other.

Sure enough, although Song Shiwei's fingers were icy cold, the temperature of his palms was relatively suitable.

"Are all girls not afraid of the cold?"

Chen subconsciously made a joke, but immediately realized that this might be a loophole -

If you have never held hands with other girls, how would you know this?

"Some girls in school wear thin stockings in the middle of winter."

Chen Zhuo cleverly filled in the gap and then changed the subject in an imperceptible way: "Are we going to Taomi Technology's office now? I guess Wang Haibin hasn't gotten off work yet."

It's not even half past nine yet, and "Mole World" is about to be released. It would be strange if these people could get off work.

Song Shiwei's flawless oval face was stunned for a moment, then she nodded.

Chen Zhe is still very smart. To become a "young old leader", in addition to ability and alcohol tolerance, what is needed is sensitivity to other people's every move.

For example, asking a girl if she wants to eat Haidilao in the evening?
Her first reaction was not to say "Okay, I haven't eaten tomato pot for a long time", but to pause for two seconds before agreeing.

That means that girls may want to eat Japanese food, Western food, or Cantonese food more.

It’s not that Haidilao is not good, but it is definitely not her first choice.

So Chen Zhuo immediately said, "But I'm tired after sitting on the plane for two hours. Even if I want to give Wang Haibin a warning, there's really no need to rush tonight."

"Tomorrow is your birthday."

Chen thought for a moment and said, "Why don't we find a place by the Huangpu River and have a drink to celebrate? What do you think?"

Chen Zhuo's plan obviously suits Sister Sweet's mind more. No one would elope thousands of miles away just for work.

But she wasn't interested in alcohol. Instead, she shook their hands and said like a little girl, "I want to take a walk. Some alleys in Shanghai are very quiet."

“Walking in the alley?”

Chen Zhuo had no objection and even laughed and teased: "Were you acting like a spoiled child just now? I've known you for so long, but this is the first time I've seen you like this."

A faint blush suddenly appeared on Song Shiwei's cheeks, just like the cold top of a snowy mountain, which was suddenly dyed with a moving color by the setting sun.

The last time I acted like a spoiled brat was when I was very young.

My father wasn't that busy at work, and my mother hadn't become so paranoid, and I didn't know why the family suddenly became like this.

"Let's go!" Chen Zhe seemed to always be full of energy and his mood was always stable. He pulled Song Shiwei and walked towards the taxi at the door: "Let's go to Xiafei Lane. After all, there is a saying that goes, Xiafei Lane is half of the history of the Republic of China."

"it is good."

Song Shiwei did not refute. The thought of being able to be in a quiet place where history has been deposited, holding Chen Zhuo's arm, and feeling the breeze that had blown in the past was refreshing.

I felt inexplicably relaxed, as if I was walking on a path full of blooming flower petals.

After getting on the taxi, Chen Zhuo began to take advantage of his social experience. Before his rebirth, he often came to Shanghai for meetings. After all, this city had a lot of development experience worth learning.

So he was very familiar with Shanghai, so much so that the driver looked at him with a different eye and asked, "Young man, have you been in Shanghai for many years?"

"Not really."

Chen explained to the driver: "We are from Guangzhou and this is our first time in Shanghai."

"Oh oh oh."

The driver quickly glanced at Song Shiwei through the rearview mirror, and then said sincerely: "Nong is handsome, and Mrs. Nong is more evil and beautiful than the girls in our theater!"

Chen smiled slightly, the latter sentence might be what this local driver really wanted to praise.

Later, Chen Zhuo started chatting with the driver. When they passed the famous "Yan'an Viaduct", Chen Zhuo pointed to a building not far away and said, "Now Taomi Technology has moved here to work... Speaking of this, I suddenly remembered something."

Song Shiwei was in the semi-dark carriage, eyes like flowing amber, waiting for Chen's next words.

"Since we want to crack down on Wang Haibin, it's best to combine our shares so that we can gain a nominal advantage."

Chen Zhuo thought about it and said, "I will call Jiang Fu now and ask her to transfer all my shares in Taomi Technology to your company at once..."

Chen was so focused on his plans that he didn't realize that Song Shiwei in the dim light slightly pursed his lips, as if he remembered something funny.

My mother once said that Chen Zhe was a petty boy, and he would even secretly keep track of the money they spent on dining out.

But at this moment, he gave himself the shares of Taomi Technology without even thinking about it.

With Chen Zhuo's vision, doesn't he know that after the release of "Mole World", the value of these shares may increase by tens of thousands?

He must understand.

He just doesn't care.

The night is like a curtain, so we need the moonlight to understand.

I just don’t know when this moonlight will shine into my mother’s heart.

"It's fine."

Song Shiwei stopped Chen Zhuo who had already taken out his phone and said calmly, "It's the same no matter whose name it is under."

Chen Zhuo didn't insist. He felt that it didn't matter whose name it was under.

Of course, it would be best if the shares were in the hands of one person. When I return from Shanghai this time, I will transfer the shares to Sister Sweet.

Chen put his phone back in his pocket, and then he noticed:

The screen of Song Shiwei's cell phone seemed to have been pitch black and had not lit up since he got off the plane.

No, this doesn't make sense.

Chen Zhuo suddenly realized: "You haven't turned on the phone yet?"

Song Shiwei nodded in acknowledgement.

"Fuck..."

Chen Zhuo thought Song Shiwei would at least tell his parents and then turn on flight mode to avoid being disturbed.

Unexpectedly, she was even more ruthless and simply turned off the computer. This shows how great the backlash of breaking free from the shackles is.

Director Song might be a little better, as he should be able to guess that Song Shiwei is with him. But with Professor Lu's temper, wouldn't she be worried to death if she couldn't get through on the phone?

Even though Professor Lu was extremely dissatisfied with him, Chen still couldn't bear to see a mother staying up all night worrying about her daughter.

"I think we should tell Mr. Song or Professor Lu, otherwise Professor Lu might call the police."

Chen advised with a smile.

In fact, Chen Zhe estimated that if Lu Man knew that her daughter had secretly flown to Shanghai, she would be very disappointed.

Her first reaction was to pass the blame on to me, and she would even call the police to arrest me on the charge of "kidnapping a 170cm tall female campus beauty."

But so what? Chen had already anticipated all the consequences, even including being sent to the police station.

Anyway, I have no intention of taking the civil service exam in this life. Not to mention that it is impossible to have a criminal record, I am not afraid of having one.

"If they say so, they will probably come to Shanghai as well."

Song Shiwei said softly that she knew Professor Lu's character very well.

"Just come over here."

Chen said casually: "Anyway, we took a walk at that time, and we were able to celebrate your birthday on time, which is enough."

Song Shiwei was silent for a moment, agreed with Chen Zhuo's words, and pressed the power button.

Chen glanced at it out of the corner of his eye, and saw that after the phone was turned on, messages were floating in on the screen like snowflakes, and there were rows of red missed numbers.

“I don’t know how many times it was bombed.”

Chen grinned. If Empress Chen Mao also had such a desire for control, he would not want to go home for a whole day.

Finally, Song Shiwei opened "Dad's" contact and sent a message.

At this time in Guangzhou, Song Zuoming was arguing with his wife at the most intense moment, but he didn't see it at the first time.

Later, during the "half-time break", Song Zuoming picked up his mobile phone impatiently to see if there were any urgent work matters to be dealt with. Only then did he find that his daughter had sent him a message.

"Have you finished climbing the mountain?"

Song Zuoming thought to himself and opened his mobile phone, but after just a glance, his expression froze instantly.

When a couple spends enough time together, they usually develop a "telepathic" effect.

When Lu Man saw her husband's expression, she immediately knew that it was not because of work, but because of her daughter.

"what happened?"

Lu Man inexplicably thought of the bad cases in TV dramas, and in panic she forgot about the fierce argument that had just taken place.

"Wei, Weiwei..."

Even Song Zuomin was so cunning that he found it incredible. He stuttered twice before replying smoothly: "Weiwei went to Shanghai."

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(End of this chapter)