Chapter 992 Invitation From the Moore Family 1
"If you feel unfamiliar, practice and you will become familiar again..." the little guy suggested.
"Um."
Cheerful laughter came from the door from time to time. From time to time, mother and son would give me advice and I would teach you, and they would share their piano skills.
About two hours later, Cheng Xiaobao took a shower and prepared to go to bed. He glanced at the closed security door and asked, "Mom, will dad be back today?"
"Let him." As soon as she finished speaking, Yan Shiting opened the door and came in.
However, Cheng Xiaobao went to bed first and ignored him.
"You brat, you didn't even call me daddy." Yan Shiting frowned.
The little guy snorted coldly, "I didn't even tell you where you were. While you want others to be polite, as an adult, you should set an example."
First, I followed Cheng Yingxuan to the ‘Ji HOT’ restaurant.
This matter cannot be discussed. Yan Shiting only talked about what happened next, "I signed an international contract and I went to meet the person in charge of the Asia-Pacific region."
He has never explained his whereabouts to anyone, and it is unprecedented for him to explain his whereabouts to his son.
"I'm sleeping." Cheng Xiaobao yawned and entered the second bedroom.
Yan Shiting's eyes fell on Cheng Yingxuan.
She ignored him and went directly into the master bedroom.
He wanted to enter the room with her...
Thinking of what she said to Mu Yufeng, 'Don't force me again', although she didn't say it to herself.
He didn't want to push her too hard either.
So, he went back to his room.
Cheng Yingxuan was lying alone on the big bed in the room, thinking about what Yan Shiting was doing at the moment.
Today I was a little surprised that Mu Yufeng suddenly proposed.
actually……
No matter what, she couldn't agree.
Because the man in her heart is Yan Shiting.
If Yan Shiting suddenly proposed to her in public...
Even if her consent would ruin the Yan family's future, she probably wouldn't care.
Because she... deep down in her heart really wanted to be Mrs. Yan... not because of the title of Young Madam, but because she was willing to be his Mrs. Yan.
The phone rang and she answered it.
A decent male voice came from the other end, "Ms. Cheng, as you expected, those people hired by Yang Qian will plagiarize James' works. They are just doing it for others' purposes."
"By whose will?" she asked.
"I investigated and found out that the person was Mr. Yan Shiting. Ms. Yang Qian paid a lot of money to have someone modify her work. Mr. Yan spent more than three times the price to have those people "repair" Yang Qian's work directly. Became Master James’ original.”
"I know." She hung up the phone and sighed.
She felt something was fishy.
The so-called taking people's money and eliminating disasters with them.
Those people who took money from Yang Qian were also famous architects after all. They helped to modify the work to make it more perfect, so that it would not be completely plagiarized.
What a coincidence, the Thunder Group easily found out that it had plagiarized James' work.
It turned out that Yan Shiting had secretly interfered.
He was helping her, suppressing Yang Qian to prevent her from winning.
Although she won based on her strength, Cheng Yingxuan was still very grateful for his thoughtfulness.
To be able to do so much for her secretly but not say it out loud...
There is only Yan Shiting.
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In the next two days, Cheng Yingxuan was very busy. Because she won the grand prize in the Elite Design Competition, congratulations and congratulations continued from all parties.
Many companies have invited her to attend lectures at their companies, hoping to give her some advice.
She was too busy, so she declined.
Yang Qian was so embarrassed that she took sick leave and didn't come.
On the evening of the third day, Cheng Yingxuan had been busy all day and was getting ready to get off work. Yang Qian walked into the office wearing three-inch high-heeled shoes and carrying a brand-name bag. "Mr. Cheng, are you going home directly from get off work tonight?"