The building of Xingyun Financial Group is on the West Street of the New District Municipal Government. Outside the building is a landscape river. The autumn flowers on both sides of the river have bloomed to the end. When the windows are open, the wind blowing in is full of erosion. Zhao Xinzhi leans on the seat and is still watching the video in his hand.

The short video played repeatedly on the phone was the one shot by Song Chen.

Song Chen posted the short video on every social account, and there were a lot of comments below. If you swipe down, you could see a lot of unbearable remarks.

Song Chen seems to be very keen on these. He used to like to post handsome photos on his social accounts, with a lot of fans, both men and women, especially some wild men who don’t know where they are, and every time they leave a message, they are very dirty.

He was unhappy after seeing it.

What's even more unhappy is what happened last night.

He is not a blind fool either. It was probably because the second son forced Song Chen yesterday, and Song Chen resisted, so that was the case.

When Song Chen and Zhao Jindong got married, Zhao Xinzhi was really uncomfortable. He didn't know how he survived when they got married. He was bleeding in his heart, but he still wanted to bless them on his face.

Fortunately, he was not feeling bad for a few days, and then he found that the marriage between Song Chen and Zhao Jindong was only nominal. Song Chen hated the death of his second child and married him to torture him for him.

Although he felt that Song Chen was in a bad mood, he felt alive again. Recently, seeing that the couple became more and more trouble, until some time ago, Song Chen burned their new home outside, and thought that they would be about to end.

In the past two years, what he feared the most finally happened.

What he was afraid of was that Song Chen was just tortured Zhao Jindong, but in the end he tortured himself.

Maybe he was a half-brother with the same blood on his body. He could accept that Song Chen had sex with other men, but he was very resistant to Zhao Jindong, as if he could brainwash himself. As long as they didn't have a relationship, his admiration would not be considered qualifying.

But they got married and slept together today. To be honest, if they don’t get fussed today, they will easily get angry tomorrow. The marriage continues day by day, and they are just punished with him every day, and they live a worried life, just because they are afraid that what happened last night will happen.

Zhao Xinzhi was very anxious. He watched the videos on his mobile phone over and over again, but he was only more anxious.

Song Chen in the video is very beautiful, but Song Chen in reality is even more vivid. He couldn't extricate himself after watching it, was distracted and ready to move.

It seems that every ten days and half a month, he will suddenly fall into such anxiety and irritability one day, unable to control himself, his hands trembled while smoking, and his heart is full of unreasonable anger.

He grabbed his coat and left the office.

"Mr. Zhao, Manager Bai is already waiting in the conference room..."

"Call him to come again tomorrow." Zhao Xinzhi said, put on his coat and walked out with big strides.

The secretary was very moved when he saw it.

However, she also knew that she had no chance. Not to mention that as the eldest son of the Zhao family, Zhao Xinzhi's marriage partner must be either rich or noble. Even if he can fall in love with ordinary people, she has no chance... Not only she has no chance, but even the unmarried young people in the company have no chance.

Zhao Xinzhi never glances at anyone in the company.

The Epiphyllum Banquet is an annual event in the Zhao Family Manor and a big gathering for the powerful and powerful in the city. After several years of development, its significance has exceeded the simplicity of simply appreciating the Epiphyllum in full bloom. The courtyard of the Zhao Family Manor has laid many flower doors with flowers, and a red carpet was laid on the lawn. The worker and master were installing lanterns on the tree. A group of waiters stood in the corridor. Mrs. Chen was talking in front, and suddenly saw a Lincoln parked outside. The group turned their heads and looked over. Then she saw a young man with a clean figure getting out of the car, outstanding and extremely handsome.

Song Chen got off the car and tied the buttons of his suit, nodded at Mrs. Chen, and saw that the waiters were all looking at him.

Almost nine out of ten people who saw it were all the eyes on him.

OK OK OK, maybe a group of people were shocked by his beauty and prosperity again.

Over time, the pleasure brought by this beauty has become less and he has gotten used to it.

However, he could understand these people, and he also empathized with them. He had seen many celebrities when he performed at Disney before, one or two of them were famous beauties in the entertainment industry, but in reality, they were beautiful that shocked him. Before he met those people, he never thought that in addition to novels, there was really someone's appearance in reality to be described as stunning and shocking. The white glow and dazzling beauty were more impactful than on the screen.

As the most beautiful young man in his works, it is normal for ordinary people to be attracted to him when they see him.

However, no matter how beautiful a person is, he will just look like that every day. For example, Zhao Jindong is still unmoved. At first glance, it is better to be happy for a long time than to live a long time. If you want to live a life, you still have to be able to get along.

"Xiao Chen is back." said Wang Ma, "It's time to start dinner later, and wait until the wife is done."

Song Chen nodded and asked, "Where is the wife?"

“It’s in the scented room.”

Zhao Yungang has a relatively popular preference. When he got older, he liked to drink tea and burn incense. He wrote in his divorce that Zhao Yungang had a piece of agarwood worth several million.

He hasn't seen agarwood before.

I write more but have less knowledge.

So Song Chen went to a room on the east side of the second floor. One side of this small room was covered with glass and had a good view. It was at the bottom of the study on the third floor, facing the pond. Zhao Yungang used it to make a tea room.

After Song Chen knocked on the door and went in, Mrs. Zhao smiled and said, "I'm back."

"Mom, what are you doing?"

Mrs. Zhao likes Song Chen to call her "mom" the most, because Zhao Jindong has never called her before. It is even more valuable to call her like this. In comparison, Song Chen's "mom" shouting is so painful: "Where is scraping agarwood shavings, your hands are sore, come and help me."

Song Chen went over and sat down next to him, took the utensils from Mrs. Zhao's hand, and tried to scrape them a few times.

The richer the more elegant the person is. The scraped agarwood shavings are all connected to a carved silver plate, and then pressed on the incense plate to form a flower style. When ignited in this way, it will burn in circles, which is very beautiful.

"Does these have to be used tomorrow?"

Mrs. Zhao nodded: "Your dad is just like this and also likes to treat guests. He said that while enjoying the celestial cereus, the agarwood was infused with it, which was more suitable."

"Dad still understands elegance." Song Chen flattered.

Mrs. Zhao smiled and said, "He knows the elegance, but when he sees my old man, he thinks it's good, so he just learns it."

Zhao Yungang is still a nouveau riche in a real wealthy family in City A. It is only because his business is too big now that everyone gives him face. Mrs. Zhao's mother's family, the Mo family, is richer than three generations.

The two of them scraped agarwood shavings in the incense room, and the Wang Ma came in there and said, "Mr. and Xinzhihu are back and said they want to have a meal."

Mrs. Zhao brushed the agarwood shavings on her fingertips, stood up and said, "Boss is back?"

Song Chen pursed his lips and said nothing, and carefully shaved the agarwood. Wang's mother nodded and said, "I'm back."

Mrs. Zhao was a little unhappy. She was too diligent this time.

She could feel Zhao Xinzhi's eagerness.

When I was depressed, I heard Song Chen say, "Brother is not young anymore, why are you still alone?"

Mrs. Zhao thought to herself, it’s not because of you.

"Who knows he didn't meet the right one. Tomorrow's Epiphyllum feast is crowded, so it depends on whether he can meet the one he likes."

Song Chen said, "Do you want me to find more young friends to come and play?"

"Okay," said Mrs. Zhao: "It was because everyone gathered together and was lively. It would be better if there were more young people. This time, I also prepared a venue for you young people in the yard behind the manor, and invited Zheng Lei to sing. I know that he is the most popular online this year."

Zheng Lei is the most popular internet celebrity this year. He is all popular on Weibo and Douyin hot searches, and he is popular by covering it.

"Then I will say to Meng Shi and ask him to bring more people, and he will know the most."

Mrs. Zhao smiled and said, "The best thing to be famous is to add some starlight to our family."

The Meng family is in the entertainment industry, and Meng Shi knows many celebrities. Such wealthy gatherings are also indispensable for starlight, especially some small stars and internet celebrities, who are more willing to come.

Making money is secondly. Attending such high-class gatherings, you may be able to hold someone's thigh. If you enter the entertainment industry, your connections and capital are also very important.

"Let's go, don't ask them to wait." Mrs. Zhao said and asked Ma Wang, "Is the second child back?"

"The second brother said that the company has a lot of things today and it is too late to come back for dinner, so he told me not to wait for him."

"Next time he calls you to talk about these things, just tell him and just call Xiaochen."

"It's the same thing as eating, everyone is beaten to," said Song Chen.

"It's all the same, it's the same for you to beat me." Mrs. Zhao said, holding his arm and said, "Let's go."

They came downstairs, and Mrs. Zhao was wearing high heels and carefully held Song Chen's arm.

Song Chen looked at her high heels and was probably almost ten centimeters, and his heels were very thin.

"Why are you still wearing such high shoes at your own home? How dangerous are you going up and downstairs?"

Mrs. Zhao said: "It's hard to be a woman. Look at my physique. If I don't wear high heels, I won't be short and fat anymore. Women just can't be slack."

Although Zhao Yungang often says what high heels she wears at home and asks her to change to flats, Zhao Yungang has some stockings and high heels, so she still knows that as a wife.

When people reach middle age, it is not easy to maintain passion. How can these stinky men understand her difficulties?

It was already dark outside, but there were still people in the yard. Zhao Yungang and Zhao Xinzhi and his son stood in the corridor and looked out. Song Chen and Mrs. Zhao went over together, and Mrs. Zhao smiled and said, "What are you two looking at?"

"Look at how they designed the lighting scene this year," Zhao Yungang turned around and said, "You can also take a look. If you are not satisfied, you can change it tomorrow."

Song Chen and Mrs. Zhao arrived at the corridor and stood there. Zhao Xinzhi stood in the night and turned his head to look at Song Chen.

Song Chen looked at the worker who was putting on the ladder not far away. Someone shouted from a distance: "We're going to try the lights."

Then I saw the lights in the yard lit up from the farthest point, all red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple. The trees in the yard were covered with golden lights, but the canopy was illuminated by the green light. It was green and green, just like a fairy tale dream, gorgeous and dreamy.

"I still like the palace lanterns from last year," Zhao Yungang said: "It is antique and quite artistic."

"They are not as good as young people, and they will change their appearance this year. What's the use of you, an old man, like it."

"Youngest?" Zhao Yungang turned his head and smiled at her.

Mrs. Zhao immediately twisted his arm.

"Depending on your design of this style this year, do you still invite Liu Shuyun? Lao Yang also said he wanted to listen to her singing."

"Please, I know you like it, why can you miss her?"

"Who is Liu Shuyun?" Song Chen asked.

Mrs. Zhao smiled and said, "Look, the young people don't love this. I've been here twice, but Xiao Chen doesn't know her name yet."

"She is a famous storyteller." Zhao Xinzhi said with a smile.
To be continued...