After Meng Xing finished howling, he stopped suddenly, wiped his face, and spoke as quickly as possible about how he met Mr. Fuzzy and his plan to receive him.

His eye sockets and cheeks were still red from the emotion just now, his eyes seemed to be a little lost, and his tone of speech was very impatient as usual, but the words in the paragraphs were clear and clear, and they were clearly down to business.

In addition to being shocked by the incident itself, Chu Youan was also heartbroken to death because of Meng Xing's state. Outside the camera, he reached out to his assistant for paper and pen, and wrote down the "return" instruction.

After Meng Xing finished talking about the situation, he wiped his face, adjusted his emotions, and said slowly: "Brother, please check the situation in Europe first, I'll go wash my face."

"Okay." Chu Youan nodded.

Meng Xing cut off the video call, and the screen returned to the chat box between the two of them. Chu Youan pressed his temple and asked the assistant beside him, "How is it? When is the fastest return flight?"

"Fly to Xiangcheng in three hours." The assistant replied, "Enough time to pass the inspection."

"Let's book a ticket." After Chu Youan finished speaking, he stepped aside to contact "Mr. Fuzzy".

There is no way to ask such things directly, but I can only express my greetings to Mr. Fuzzy, and politely say that I have arrived in Europe, and I want to meet and talk to Mr. Fuzzy in advance.

There was no immediate reply from Mr. Fuzzy, and it seemed that as their usual communication was, it was not timely.

But there may be another factor. It is still early morning in China, and it is not time for everyone to wake up.

Meng Xing went to wash his face and came back, the hair in front of his forehead was pulled up, he stood by the window with his mobile phone, looking at the gradually brightening sky, "How is it?"

Chu Youan: "The plane is three hours later, I'll be back as soon as possible, Fuzzy hasn't responded yet."

Meng Xing looked at Chu Youan with a worried face on the screen, smiled lightly, bent his right index finger and tapped the screen twice, "It doesn't need to be so heavy, although I still need you to come back as soon as possible, but after youWhen it comes to my time, I can handle it."

Chu Youan said "En", and Meng Xing immediately glared at him, "Why, don't you believe me? Are you afraid that I will lose the client for you?"

He tilted his head, and said innocently: "This client is nothing, that is, the amount of capital transactions of over 10 billion a year, not much, if you lose it, you will lose it."

"...I'm going to find Grandpa and come back to sit in town."

"Is this cowardly? I believe in you, you can handle it."

"I can not."

Just in time, Chu Youan received a reply from Mr. Fuzzy, only a short sentence: "Little girls like sky blue dresses".

From this point of view, regardless of whether the people Meng Xing met were the real Mr. Fuzzy and his daughter, this appearance was arranged by Mr. Fuzzy.

How will it proceed next, whether the rhythm will be in the hands of Meng Xing or Mr. Fuzzy, these questions...

"What's wrong?" Meng Xing asked Chu Youan when he saw that Chu Youan's expression was not right.

Chu Youan forwarded the words he just received to Meng Xing, "Xiao Xing, actually I don't want you to go into this muddy water, I'm worried about the danger."

Meng Xing pondered for a while, then shook his head, "I will pay attention to safety, he has already found the door, we have no reason to ignore it. Don't worry, I will wait for you to come back."

"Take Chu Shiqiu with you when you meet with him. The reception you mentioned earlier should be handled according to the scale of the banquet, with as many people as possible. I will not turn off the phone on the plane, and the network may be unstable, but if you have any news, please tell me directly.I'll give you back when I see it."

"Okay, got it." Meng Xing completely relaxed, looking at Chu Youan and couldn't stop laughing.

Chu Youan planned to have a few words with the company later, but met Meng Xing's smiling eyes and fell silent.They looked at each other, and Chu Youan also smiled in the light in his eyes.

"I've been watching the billboard behind you for a long time."

When Meng Xing mentioned this, Chu Youan turned his head to look behind him. The billboard showed the winter skiing competition in a few months.

Meng Xing continued: "Brother, can you ski?"

"Less likely."

"I'll teach you."

"Do you know?"

"Me neither."

"What are you doing so confidently?"

Meng Xing's tone became more and more like a child's. He blinked and said, "As your lover, of course I can be justified."

"Yes." Chu Youan coaxed, "Alright, go and rest for a while, and I'll buy you skis when I come back."

Meng Xing walked towards the lounge obediently holding up his mobile phone, "It's still early for skiing, it's only been a few months."

"Well, don't worry, go to sleep."

Meng Xing adjusted the temperature in the room, pulled a thin gray fluffy blanket that Chu Youan had been using all the time, and lay down slowly on his body, "An, I love you."

Chu Youan hung up the video after watching Meng Xing fall asleep, and then contacted Chu Shiqiu and the company's senior managers and vice presidents.

This time Meng Xing didn't sleep for too long, it was just nine o'clock when he opened his eyes, he stared blankly at the ceiling for a while, then got up slowly, and simply washed up.

He guessed that Chu Youan had already arranged things more properly while he was sleeping, so he didn't need to worry too much.

And it is true.

The reception banquet was changed to a children's birthday banquet, and the time was set at 6:00 p.m. on Friday, starting at the same time as the birthday party in Europe.

If there were no accidents, Chu Youan would be in time for the birthday party.

However, when he was about to board the plane, Chu Youan was invited away and his mobile phone was confiscated.

While Chu Youan was being taken into a manor, Meng Xing received a lunch invitation from Mr. Fuzzy.

Meng Xing remembered what Chu Youan said, and called Chu Shiqiu together.Chu Shiqiu did not participate in the seminar yesterday, and the news he got was all told by Chu Youan this morning. The most important thing in the 20-minute call was to ask Chu Shiqiu to protect Meng Xing's safety.

Although Chu Shiqiu also felt that this matter was strange, he didn't think that Meng Xing would encounter any accidents. Even if there was a problem, he should go to Mr. Fuzzy, and it had nothing to do with Meng Xing.

However, he also dutifully followed Meng Xing. Apart from "protecting Meng Xing", he wanted to communicate with Mr. Fuzzy.

The restaurant for the appointment is the small restaurant on the top floor of the hotel where Mr. Fuzzy is staying.This hotel was originally a hotel under the Fuzzy family holding group. The small restaurant on the top floor is famous for its western food, and it is very difficult to make a reservation. Meng Xing accompanied a client once. Although he personally prefers a table of home-cooked food, it is undeniable that theyThe exquisite and high-end meals at home, and the taste is naturally excellent.

As for such a restaurant, Mr. Fuzzy cleared the place directly.

Not only were there no guests, even the waiters were not left behind. Only an old man who looked like a British butler received Meng Xing from the elevator entrance, led them all the way to the window seat, and then began to serve food.

Meng Xing and Chu Shiqiu greeted him, but his eyes did not stay on Chu Shiqiu too much, he nodded and started talking to Meng Xing in a familiar tone, "Hello, Meng, yesterdayDid you sleep well at night?"

"It's probably not very good, I'm a little worried about Youan." Meng Xing picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip.

Hearing "worried", Mr. Fuzzy was stunned for a moment, but the two people on the opposite side didn't notice this slight stiffness. He slightly retracted his jaw, and his eyes that were inquiring about Meng Xing were a little sharper.

"Chu should hurry back, right?"

Meng Xing did not answer this sentence, "The gift for the little princess has already been handed over to Mr. Housekeeper. It is a blue dress. I hope my sister will like it."

"Oh! She will like it." Mr. Fuzzy laughed, "The jet lag has not been adjusted yet, and the little girl is still sleeping in the room, so I didn't take her to eat with me."

"That's a pity." Meng Xing's tone was just right.

"Meng, you like children very much?" Mr. Fuzzy asked.

"It's probably because I can't have a child, and I'm always jealous of others having little angels." Meng Xing glanced at Mr. Fuzzy's expression, and tried to say, "The little princess's tenth birthday is tomorrow.The little princess is hosting a birthday party."

"How many ten years old can a child have?" Mr. Fuzzy laughed inexplicably.

There was a sense of irony in this sound, which sent a chill down Meng Xing's back.

Fuzzy returned to normal in a second. He said: "I also think that the birthday party should be held, but it depends on the little girl's opinion. If she doesn't agree, then she is not a little angel, but a little devil."

At this point, Meng Xing couldn't push it any further, Meng Xing could only respond with a smile, boasting a few words about being a good father and exposing this paragraph.

In order not to silence the conversation, Meng Xing also did some homework and learned about the cooperation between Anyi and the Fuzzy family.

But the things at work were useless until the end. Mr. Fuzzy kept the topic of chatting, from the photography exhibition Meng Xing saw yesterday to the relationship history between him and Chu Youan, and then to the latest movie.If Meng Xing hadn't been tense and restrained all the time, this meal was like a dinner with good friends.

After dinner, Mr. Fuzzy said to send them downstairs. When the elevator arrived and opened the door, the little girl inside jumped out, yelling "daddy" crisply.

Mr. Fuzzy naturally picked up the little girl, and the group entered the elevator.

"Brother, I remember you, we met yesterday." The little girl said.

"Yes, we met yesterday." Meng Xing turned to the little girl and said to the little girl with what he thought was the kindest smile, "I learned that the little princess' birthday is tomorrow, so I brought a gift to play with you today."Son."

"Wow! Really? Thanks bro!"

Seeing that Mr. Fuzzy didn't stop himself from talking to his daughter, Meng Xing continued, "Tomorrow we have prepared a birthday party for the little princess. Would you like to come and play?"

"Daddy, may I?" the little girl asked, putting her arms around Mr. Fuzzy's neck.

"Is Pei'er willing? If you want to, go."

"Okay." Pei'er cheered, then turned to ask Meng Xing, "Is there an adult at the banquet? If there is, I will bring my father along. If it is just a children's party, then I will not bring my father."

Meng Xing replied softly: "You can bring your dad. The little princess is the host of the birthday party, so take good care of your dad."

"Okay!" Pei'er held up her right hand.

That's it.

It seems that they asked for it, but it was actually driven by Fuzzy.

Meng Xing raised his eyes and met Mr. Fuzzy's gaze. At that moment, his heart was a little complicated.

The taste of being watched.

It's cold and uncomfortable.

In the manor on the other side of the mainland, Chu Youan met "Mr. Fuzzy" and "Pei Er". "Pei Er" was wearing a dark purple dress, and the shoes, bracelet and headgear were all in the same color.

And "Mr. Fuzzy" is the same as Chu Youan's impression, and there is no problem.

The father and daughter stood together, with the same icy aura.

Taking advantage of the opportunity of exchanging pleasantries, Chu Youan asked the little princess: "Pei'er, what color do you like best?"

Pei'er raised her head and blinked slowly: "I like all the colors that tend to be black."