Let you be a great man, not a scumbag

Chapter 1554: Are You Bragging?

This means that even if it is a girl that Jiang Cheng is not familiar with, when he directly gives her his "semen" for the first time, she will eat it silently and will not feel any resistance in her heart.

If this is stuffed into two girls to eat at the same time...

Or maybe give it to An Xin to eat...

Um....

Not bad, quite good~

After putting the card away, Jiang Cheng said in a good mood: "It seems that I don't need to eat out when I go to Rongcheng in the future. It's more authentic to eat at your house."

An Jingsheng smiled and said, "Come over anytime you want to eat. Our house is usually quite quiet, but it will be lively when you come."

Looking at this huge villa, Jiang Cheng understood what An Jingsheng meant.

At least I have my own father and my own mother to chat with, so it's better not to start a business and find something troublesome to do without suffering.

Plus, at my age before, I could still talk a few words about my studies.

But An Xin seems to have been studying abroad since she was a child.

She usually lives in Shanghai, so it's no wonder that An Jingsheng is so anxious to arrange a blind date for her and let her get married and have children.

Maybe he was afraid that she would be like him when she got old, living alone in a big house.

When An Xin put the boiled tripe into his bowl again, Jiang Cheng also picked up the freshly cooked yellow throat from the pot and passed it over the copper pot: "Try this, it's cooked just right."

An Xin was obviously stunned for a moment.

She actually doesn't like eating yellow throat, always thinking it tastes weird.

Seeing his daughter's frown, An Jingsheng smiled and said, "She doesn't like eating yellow throat."

Just when An Jingsheng was thinking about asking An Xin to pick it up for him, An Xin felt her hand reach out as if it had its own consciousness, and subconsciously curled the corners of her lips: "Thank you."

The moment she bit down, she frowned belatedly.

Why did you pick up something you normally wouldn't touch?

In An Jingsheng's eyes, this scene was like his precious daughter being completely controlled by Jiang Cheng.

Seeing An Xin swallow the yellow throat, Jiang Cheng's eyebrows raised immediately.

Then he picked up a piece of coriander leaf covered with red oil.

He remembered that last time at the Peace Hotel, An Xin picked out the coriander from the bowl.

It means she doesn't like cilantro.

"This one's not bad either." His tone was as casual as if he was handing out a tissue.

An Xin's pupils shrank slightly, and her chopsticks almost slipped.

But the next second, her hand had already caught the cilantro steadily, and she even raised it towards Jiang Cheng: "You are really good at choosing. This cilantro was just picked from the back mountain. It is very fresh."

After saying that, he put it in his mouth and chewed it without changing his expression, except that his ears turned slightly red.

"You two should stop feeding each other," An Jingsheng finally spoke, scooping a spoonful of clear soup into An Xin's bowl. "Xinxin has a bad stomach, so eat less red oil."

An Xin lowered her head and drank her soup without responding.

She really couldn't understand how she could even swallow the coriander, and it was Jiang Cheng who handed it to her personally.

After trying out the wonderfulness of this skill, Jiang Cheng didn't continue trying it.

I can only say that this skill is suitable for pranking people.

For this kind of behavior where you keep giving it to her even though you know she doesn't like it.

It's okay once or twice, just as a fun flirtation.

But if you add too much, it will seem like you are being deliberately targeted.

Even if the girl can't resist and eats it, she may be disgusted with your behavior afterwards.

After pondering the wonderful uses of this skill, I suddenly remembered the previous topic.

He picked up a piece of mutton and shook it: "Old An, do you really only have Sister Xin as your daughter?"

Just as An Jingsheng was about to answer, An Xin suddenly chuckled and peeled the shrimp with a serving chopstick.

"Do you think my father is hiding an illegitimate child and raising him in some country?"

After saying that, An Xin naturally put the peeled shrimp into Jiang Cheng's bowl.

"Last year, a financial reporter speculated that I had a twin brother. My dad sued me and I had to apologize and lose my job."

Jiang Cheng looked at the shrimp in the bowl and put a piece of brown sugar rice cake on her plate. "I just think it would be a shame to have such a large family business without a few heirs."

"Isn't one of me enough?" An Xin took Ciba's hand without hesitation: "I hold a lot of An's shares."

An Jingsheng watched his daughter and Jiang Cheng passing food back and forth, and suddenly felt that the hotpot scene was much more lively than usual.

"She has been competing with me for the right to speak since she was young. The senior directors in the company are all afraid of her."

"Dad!" An Xin said to him angrily, her cheeks flushed, not sure if it was from the hot pot or something else.

An Jingsheng then replied: "How many children do I have? You should have found out about that clearly, right?"

The information does show that An Jingsheng has only one daughter.

But there will be no illegitimate children.

For someone like Wang, the richest man who advocated for the policy back then and only has Wang Congcong as his only child, there is nothing he can do.

Given the identities of the two families, there is no room for error in many matters.

But for powerful entrepreneurs in China, this is possible as long as you want.

These are all minor issues.

It's like laughing, there is only one little lord on the surface.

But one day, several of them suddenly appeared.

In the end, although it was not the boss's, there were still some things.

Just listen to it....

If your household registration is abroad, it naturally does not count legally.

After all, you are not registered in the country, right?

Jiang Cheng gave a meaningful smile and changed the subject.

"Come on, come on, your meat is really delicious."

If an ordinary young person said this, An Jingsheng would definitely feel that this person was offensive.

But he had no way to deal with Jiang Cheng.

Seeing Jiang Cheng eating hot pot, he sent him photos.

Staring at the suddenly lit phone screen, An Jingsheng spoke again: "Just one photo? Are there any other clues?"

Jiang Cheng spread his hands and said, "That's all... This video was taken by a civilian over there. It's a fleeting shot, but the person is definitely her."

Seeing Jiang Cheng and her father talking about a topic that was unfamiliar to her, An Xin glanced towards her phone.

Instead, he just listened quietly without saying anything.

An Jingsheng raised his eyebrows and teased him deliberately: "What if I say I can't find it?"

Jiang Cheng pretended to be surprised when he heard this: "No way? Yesterday you told me how powerful the An family's connections in the Middle East were. Were you just bragging?"

"You brat!" An Jingsheng was amused and pointed at him, shaking his head. "When have I ever boasted?"

"That's good." Jiang Cheng picked up a piece of brain and put it into the red soup. "From what I know, that place is now where the big goose and the beautiful country are secretly competing. There are many factions, but with An's ability, it shouldn't be difficult to find someone, right?"

This sounds like praise, but in fact it leaves An Jingsheng with no way out.

Generally speaking, even simple things are often described in a more complicated way.

This way, the credit seems greater.

Besides, what Jiang Cheng said was not simple at all.

That's a battlefield with many factions. It's hard to find them with just a blurry picture.

Do you think it’s difficult?

But Jiang Cheng didn't give him this opportunity at all.

"It's okay, Lao An. I believe you. I believe you are definitely not that bad."

Hearing these flattering words, An Jingsheng rubbed his brows helplessly.

"How should we deal with this person?"

"Ship her to Tyrande for me??"

Hearing this, An Jingsheng frowned.

But I didn't ask any further questions.

For some things, knowing too much can only cause trouble.

He picked up a piece of tripe and finished shabu-shabu, then said, "I'll contact you when I find it."

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