Cannon fodder tore the fake young master Script [MTL]

Ch 108

Rong Rong was introducing to Bay and Laar in French what kind of dish Buddha Jumps over the Wall is.

The phone in my pocket vibrated.

He said sorry to both Bay and Laar, and took the phone out of his pocket. His brother sent him a message.

Rongrong raised her eyes and glanced in the direction of his brother. His brother is no longer at the table.

Rong Zheng: "Ask Dad, what are the first prizes for the annual meeting."

After Rongrong satisfied the curiosity of Bay and Laar as thoroughly as possible, she scooped a bowl for each of them and handed it over. When his hand was empty, he sent a message back to his brother, "What's wrong? Don't it be a big villa, supercars are so expensive, right?"

Rong Zheng: "I asked Liu Xing, and he said he didn't know what the first prize was."

So it shouldn't be a villa or a luxury car, because if it's just these two, his dad doesn't need to be so mysterious, even Liu Xing has to hide it.

There was an unspeakable tacit understanding between Rong Rong and Rong Zheng. He thought for a few seconds, "Brother, what do you mean, Dad took you as a prize on a whim?"

Of course, he didn't give away his brother, his father dared to give it away, and no one in the company dared to ask for it. It is very likely that the people who are drawn will sing a song with the president, or dance a dance together.

His dad had done this himself before, when he was very young. Later, I heard that every year their company's annual meeting, the company's first prize, except for the company executives who want to be close to the chairman, other grassroots employees are the least expected. Of course, I heard that in addition to preparing some "surprises", his dad also arranged substantial prizes. But he was too young to remember at that time, and his relationship with his parents and brother became very tense after that, and he didn't even bother to inquire about these things.

Hmm, the more I think about it, the more I think this possibility is quite high?

Rong Zheng on the other end obviously guessed that there would be such a possibility, and replied quickly, "Are you going to ask?"

Rongrong smiled, "Actually, it's just a dance or a song together. It should be okay?"

"Rongrong."

Rongrong looked at the name his brother typed out in the dialog box, and the corners of his lips curled up. His brother is this, in a hurry?

"OK. I'll go ask Dad."

"Um."

Sun Qi took a crab leg and didn't bite it directly in her mouth. Holding it in her hand, she glanced at Rongrong, "Smiling so brightly, chatting with your boyfriend?"

Rongrong touched her face, and the smile on the corner of her lips did not mean to restrain at all, "Is it obvious?"

Jian Yi held a piece of pancake in his hand, wrapped a piece of duck, shredded cucumber, and shredded green onion, dipped it in the seasoning, and took a bite. While busy eating, he nodded and replied casually, "Clam (also ) Can you trust (obviously) a little more?"

Rongrong reacted for a while before she understood what Jian Yi said.

"can."

Jian Yi was obviously stunned. He stopped chewing, puffed out one cheek, and stared at Rong Rong stupidly, as if he was surprised that Rong Rong could still pick up on his stalk.

Jian Yi's lips were dipped in sauce, and Rongrong took a tissue and handed it over with a smile on her lips, "Wipe?"

Jian Yi nodded slowly and took the tissue.