Little Life on An American Ranch Chapter 228

  Chapter 228 Message

   Putting down the phone in his hand, Jian Heng couldn't help but sighed.

   "It's a woman's voice, and it sounds very young." Jim doesn't understand Chinese, but it doesn't prevent him from making fun of Jian Heng with this matter.

   "A classmate!" Jian Heng said.

  He Ye interjected at this time: "What's wrong with my classmates, isn't there a saying that finding a lady is too expensive, and finding a lover is too tiring, why don't you hold a class reunion and break up a pair to be a pair!"

   "You caused me to do this. If it weren't for your big Mercedes, maybe I would be more free here." Jian Heng said.

   "Can this also be blamed on me?" He Ye smiled and said, "What's the matter, do you want to meet your female classmate on the way back to China this time, so as to relieve the pain of secret love for more than ten years?"

  Jian Heng said: "Which country is she returning to? She is New York, and she lives in Long Island."

   "That's a good job, at least better than you used to, why haven't you two been in touch?" Jim asked with a strange side.

   Jian Heng glanced at him: "You understand everything?"

  Jim said proudly after hearing this: "Three irons in life, they have carried a gun together, the second has a female ticket and passed a girl, and the third is a window together, I am very familiar."

   "You have a deep understanding of Chinese culture, don't go any further, it will be dross." Jian Heng smiled at Jim, then reached out and patted Jim on the shoulder.

   During this period of time, Jim is gaining a deeper understanding of Chinese cultural goods, and he even knows the three major irons.

   "Ask you to meet, are you still married?" He Ye asked again.

   "It's over, maybe they will have children now," Jian Heng said.

  He Ye asked again: "See you!" He smiled obscenely after speaking.

  Jian Heng said to him angrily: "You are no longer the He Ye I knew before!"

"It's so tiring to see everyone with a straight face." He Ye smiled at Jian Heng indifferently: "I feel relaxed when I'm with you, and now I look like I'm in my twenties. people."

   "Don't rely on the circle of twenties, you are already in your early thirties, okay?" Jian Heng laughed and said.

  He Ye laughed and said, "Mentality, I'm talking about mentality."

"Okay, I don't care what your state of mind is, I've eaten enough, and I ran all day today, so I went back to my room to rest." Jian Heng said, reached out and took the tablecloth, wiped his mouth and stood up from his seat stand up.

   "Go to bed early, I'll talk to He about company affairs" Jim waved his hand at Jian Heng.

  Hearing what they said, Jian Heng threw the two of them in the kitchen, and went back to sleep by himself.

The next morning, Jian Hengka woke up a little bit, and finally stayed on the bed until more than seven o'clock, got up from the bed, and found that He Ye was still asleep in the bedroom, and listened to the housekeeper's description , this guy just slept for three or four hours.

   Maybe he would sleep until the afternoon, and Jian Heng didn't eat in the house, but left the house and walked to a Chinese restaurant where he used to eat for breakfast.

After walking for about 20 minutes, Jian Heng walked there directly, sat in the shop and ordered crystal shrimp dumplings, steamed buns and glutinous rice chicken, served with fresh shrimp and wonton noodles. Cantonese morning tea.

After eating for almost three hours, that is around ten o'clock, a young woman sat across from Jian Heng, took off her coat and put it on the chair next to her, and asked Jian Heng : "I've been waiting for a long time."

  Jian Heng put down the magazine in his hand, and said with a smile: "Breakfast and lunch are settled together. If you want something to eat, order it yourself."

  The woman who came here was not short, about 1.7 meters tall, a young girl with a particularly Western figure and a Chinese face.

It is not really a Chinese face. It should be said that it is an oriental makeup that conforms to Western aesthetics. In Jian Heng's view, it is a very weird kind. Generally speaking, only the second or third generation of Chinese people will dress like this, but this one is obviously The next generation is exactly the same as those people who were Westernized.

The person who came was Xu Mei. From elementary school to high school, Jian Heng and the girl in front of him were playmates and got along very well. Ever since junior high school, some people thought the two were lovers, not only students, but also some teachers. think so.

It stands to reason that the two should be familiar with each other, but the woman facing him now makes Jian Heng feel strange no matter where he is from. It is far different from the simple girl in my impression who has a ponytail and two dimples when she smiles. Far.

Xu Mei sat down, first beckoned to Yingsheng to come over, took a bowl of porridge and a cup of tea from Dai Yingsheng's car, and put them in front of her, then smiled at Jian Heng: "Old classmate, come here Didn't even say a word when they came to New York? That's not very interesting.”

  Jian Hengxin said: Can you be a little more fake? I used to see you contact me every day in New York, and you always evaded me when I went to find you.

  I thought so in my heart, but Jian Heng didn't say so.

   "I won't be staying for long, I have to go to Los Angeles this afternoon, and then return to China to pick up someone." Jian Heng twitched the corners of his mouth, and replied with a smile on his face.

   "Why, I heard that your Montana took a piece of land?" Xu Mei lowered his head and took a mouthful of porridge. After saying something, before Jian Heng could answer, he hummed and praised the authenticity of the porridge.

"Xiaodi, raise cattle or something, just ask for a little life, how about you, how are you?" Jian Heng also picked up a shrimp dumpling, put it in his mouth, took a bite, and put the other half on the small plate in front of him .

  Xu Mei said: "It's not a good look. It's two o'clock and one line at home when you go to work. How can you work for others like you who are bosses, and you can control your time freely."

  Jian Heng smiled after hearing this, and stopped talking.

Xu Mei stared at Jian Heng while drinking porridge. As two people who grew up wearing crotch pants together, Xu Mei really knew Jian Heng too well, or he knew Jian Heng too well. This student who has successfully established a foothold in the United States is not too happy to criticize himself.

  Of course Xu Mei also knew the reason. Jian Heng had contacted her when she came to New York before, but at that time she didn't want to get involved with people in China, let alone Jian Heng who was like a bereaved dog. At that time, she only wanted to win the world with her own ability in the United States, but now Xu Mei is a little bit defeated by her previous simplicity.

To be honest, peeling off that layer of skin in the United States is actually not much different from that in China. She fights for her father and money, and with her own efforts, at most she can be a middle-level senior in a big bank, almost at the top. God.

   Realizing this, Xu Mei is ready to go it alone, and like many Chinese, her biggest advantage over Americans is her ability to understand Chinese, not only Chinese but also Chinese 'things'. Naturally, she thought that the opportunity to make a fortune would intersect with the country she despised before.

   "Sun Siwei, do you have contact?" Xu Mei asked tentatively.

  Jian Heng heard Sun Siwei's name, raised his head, looked at Xu Mei and smiled slightly: "Why, do you still have contact with him?"

  This sentence is purely Jian Heng's hate. The last time I met with Sun Siwei, Jian Heng knew that there were only a few people who had contact with him from his former classmates, and there was absolutely no one like Xu Mei among them.

Xu Mei pretended not to hear the possible irony in Jian Heng's words, she smiled, picked up the tea in hand gracefully, took a sip and said: "I heard that he lost his job again, and now he is submitting resumes everywhere. Woolen cloth!"

  Hearing what Xu Mei said, Jian Heng frowned subconsciously, and began to ponder in his heart.

   Seeing Jian Heng's appearance, Xu Mei couldn't help but feel happy, because she found that Jian Heng still had at least a little bit of his previous character, that is righteousness.

  Xu Mei is more scheming. She didn't tell Jian Heng more, but just mentioned Sun Siwei and told Jian Heng that Sun Siwei is not doing well in society now, so she learned more about Jian Heng from the side.

"This person is too serious. You said that the boss is doing something, and he has something to do. He insists on messing up inside. Isn't it human?" Xu Mei smiled faintly at Jian Heng and opened his mouth. .

  Jian Heng frowned and asked, "What's going on?"

  Xu Mei said: "I also heard from Xu Guanning."

   After speaking, tell Jian Heng the news you heard.

  Jian Heng couldn't help but smiled wryly when he heard it, and said in his heart: I said, old classmate, you are really good at chivalry!

  (end of this chapter)

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