Chen Gong sighed and continued, "Vivi has been an extremely independent girl since she was a child. Many things are silently endured, carried and digested by herself. So, she is likely not going to say anything to us elders about you."

Zhao Bi reached out without hesitation to take out a cigarette from Chen Gong's pocket and lit a piece for himself. He took a deep breath, but never chose to make a lung. In this case, he simply wanted to have a mouthful.

Nicotine stimulated the taste buds, Zhao Bi chuckled and asked, "Can you tell me what happened to Bai Wei when she was a child? I'm very curious."

"She, when he was a child, he lived with her grandmother for a lot of time. I'll tell you..."

Zhao Bi interrupted with embarrassment: "I already know this aspect almost all. Please tell me something new."

Chen Gong was stunned for a moment and continued, "By the way, she was alone when she was eight years old..."

"I took thirteen buses by myself from the south of the city to the north of the city and found her mother who ran away from home, right? I have heard of Bai Wei." Zhao Bi interrupted apologetically again.

"..." Chen Gong's mouth twitched hard, cleared his throat, and continued: "When she was nine years old, she was on a heavy rain afternoon..."

"I know, she wisely saved two children who fell into the river with her own strength, right?" Zhao Bi interrupted Chen Gong again and said, "You are so unfair, can you come to some depth?"

"...You know better than me, ask me!" Chen Gong looked at Zhao Bi with a beard and stared at him.

"Why do you ask me about Qiu Baiwei's childhood? Do you have anything to know about my uncle?" Zhao Bi turned his back on the spot.

"Get out!" Chen Gong broke the defense on the spot.

"Uncle calms down, it's me that I'm low on EQ. Say sorry to you." Zhao Bi smiled and apologized sincerely, and then asked, "Uncle, how do you think Wang Xiaodong is like?"

"What are you asking about this?" Chen Gong replied angrily.

"Aren't you curious? Did he know my aunt?" Zhao Bi continued.

"Isn't this nonsense? The same unit building we live in is opposite the same floor." Chen Gong replied: "What medicine do you sell? Have you asked?"

"He's surname is Wang, and he lives next to you. You're not worried at all?" Zhao Bi said with his big eyes.

"What does it mean? What am I worried about?" Chen Gong said inexplicably.

Zhao Bi cleared his throat and remembered Lao Wang's appearance of sufficient kidney water in his mind. However, he didn't say anything more, buried his unreliable ideas in his heart and said, "It's nothing, I just want to say that I will try my best to help my uncle plan the program. However, the planner must only have the name of my uncle. I will only help you, not anyone else."

Chen Gong couldn't believe that Zhao Bi was so kind-hearted. This kid never had any profit and could not get up early: "Tell me, what do you want to do?"

Zhao Bi shook her head and replied, "I don't want to do anything, I just want to help you."

"Really or not?" Chen Gong looked disbelieving.

"real."

"Why?"

"Because you are my uncle."

Zhao Bi's words were sincere and his tone was sincere. For no reason, Chen Gong was a little moved. It was not in vain to be this cheap uncle.

"What are you talking about?"

Qiu Baiwei walked over in her white shoes.

"Nothing." Chen Gong snatched out the cigarette butt in his hand and accurately bounced it into the trash can not far away, then asked: "Have you recorded it? What songs are you singing?"

"I won't tell you." Qiu Baiwei shook her head playfully.

"What did you record?" Zhao Bi asked with a smile.

Qiu Baiwei answered directly without thinking: "Little dimples."

"I know." Zhao Bi looked clear: "Where is the song? When will it be done well in the later stage?"

Qiu Baiwei shook her head and said, "When it is done, he will send the sample to my email address, and he didn't tell me the specific time."

Looking at the two young men who were having a good time, Chen Gong deeply felt that he was like an outsider at this moment.

A group of people who were uncomfortable, lit another cigarette with a little sadness.

It was noon, and Chen Gong took Qiu Baiwei to his house for lunch because Chen Rou was at home now. As for Zhao Bi, he refused the invitation. First, his relationship with Qiu Baiwei had not yet developed to that extent.

Secondly, someone asked him at noon, which was Wang Jianjun. The vice president of the mobile phone finally called Zhao Bi first.

On the grounds of talking about business, Qiu Baiwei did not ask much. After saying goodbye to Zhao Bi, she got into Chen Gong's car and left with her.

Zhao Bi walked out of the TV station alone, waiting at the door without waiting for the black-skinned lady from the news department just now. In the end, he had to regretfully get in a taxi and leave the TV station.

Wang Jianjun chose Xuanwu, a low-key and luxurious location. The restaurant does not seem to be very conspicuous from the outside, but it has a world of mind.

As soon as Zhao Bi entered, a service staff member wearing a cheongsam walked towards him with a gentle smile. He had a graceful figure, a beautiful face, a little makeup, and his hair was casually raised and he passed through it with a hairpin.

The entire building inside is in ancient style, with two screens standing on both sides, depicting flowers, birds, mountains and rivers.

"Hello sir, do you have an appointment?"

The woman's voice was also like water, showing the gentleness of a southern girl.

Zhao Bi nodded: "Yes, Qingfeng Pavilion private room."

"I'll take my sir here, please come here." The woman's smile was always gentle, and she led Zhao Bi into the house.

In the middle is an open-air courtyard, rockery, curved water, carved beams and painted buildings. Zhao Bi was amazed at it, and those who didn't know thought they were shopping in the Gusu gardens.

After taking Zhao Bi to the box, the waiter politely retreated. Zhao Bi was not polite and pushed the door open and walked in.

It is said to be a private room but it is not an ordinary decoration template. The room is not big or small, and it is made of wooden supplies. The floor is covered with tatami, the windows are open, and the breeze is blowing, and a few fallen leaves are gently falling in.

There was water on the small stove on the coffee table, and a small incense burner was placed on it, which was refreshing.

Wang Jianjun knelt in front of the tea table, picked up some tea leaves and threw them in. The tea leaves rolled, and the fresh tea fragrance lingered.

It should have been an extremely elegant picture, but this beauty seems out of place with Wang Jianjun's big belly.

"Ah, you're here, come and sit down." Wang Jianjun said to Zhao Bi with a happy face.

The last trace of beauty in Zhao Bi's heart was destroyed by the rough voice. He tried hard to smile and walked to Wang Jianjun with a smile and sat down.

"Uncle Wang is so elegant." Zhao Bi said with a thumbs up.

Wang Jianjun smiled and made a cup of tea for Zhao Bi, saying, "If someone is bad, Feng Ya occasionally has to fuck things like this, but if you fuck too much, it will become a sentiment."
Chapter completed!