C154 Lovers Temporarily Say Goodbye for Three Years

"Yes, that's him. " Zhang Hong asked.

"Okay. It's not easy to have a young man who is researching spirit these days. " Professor Huang smiled.

"Thank you, Huang. " Zhang Hong thanked him.

"Hey, give this young man a chance. " Professor Huang smiled.

"Yes, yes. Then, I will send Jianjun and Jianguo to your place after the meeting. " Zhang Hong asked," Do you think it's appropriate? "

"Okay. I'll be waiting for the arrival of the two young men " Professor Huang smiled.

He hung up the phone. Zhang Hong smiled and looked at Su Jianguo and Cheng Jianjun, "Huang has agreed. After you guys have finished your meeting, go and report to Old Huang. After that, go back to Shanghai and prepare. Go to Old Huang's place to learn for a period of time. "

" Okay, Zhang Ke. "

The two of them left the office. Zhao Cheng smiled and said to Zhang Hong: "I hope this time we can solve the problem of the stability of the transformer. If the result is good, perhaps we will be able to catch up with the HS2 project's bidding. "

"Don't worry, we will definitely be able to solve it. Everyone knows what the HS2 project bidding means. If we don't go all out, we will definitely put in a lot of effort. " Zhang Hong firmly said.

"En, I also believe that. After all, the century-old disgrace of the railway, the chance to wash away it in one day, is still the British Empire that humiliated us. We need to prepare well and be proud of it. " Zhao Cheng laughed.

"That's right. " Zhang Hong nodded.

After returning to Shanghai, Cheng Jianjun quickly returned home. When he entered, he saw Zhang Yuan hugging the eight-month-old baby. The baby giggled.

As the door opened, Zhang Yuan and the baby turned to look at Cheng Jianjun. At that moment, a look of joy appeared on the chubby face of the baby.

This was the first child of Cheng Jianjun. He was named Cheng Hongyi, meaning that Cheng Jianjun wanted to promote the spirit of the high-speed rail and the perseverance of an iron passerby.

Although the name was a little unsophisticated, Zhang Yuan still quite liked the meaning behind it. Perhaps they were all descendants of the cyclists. They had deep feelings for the railway.

"Dad. . . " The childish Cheng Hongyi waved his chubby little arms as if he wanted to hug her.

That indecipherable little face, big watery eyes, and fair skin. That tender and thick lotus-like arm, no matter how one looked at it, was a milky white baby.

Cheng Jianjun put down his bow and quickly washed his hands. When he came back, he couldn't wait to take Cheng Hongyi over. At this moment, Cheng Hongyi burped and the milk that came out with a faint milk scent floated in the air.

He watched as the milk dripped down the corner of the baby's mouth onto Cheng Jianjun's shoulder.

At this moment, Cheng Jianjun did not expect his shirt to be so good. Instead, he patted the child's back worriedly.

"Burp. . . " Along with the strong and uniform slapping, the anger in the child's stomach was relieved through burping.

The comfortable little fellow sat on Cheng Jianjun's leg and giggled. Cheng Jianjun rubbed the little fellow's head. The little fellow babbled and spoke, occasionally making a few "daddy" sounds.

Cheng Jianjun pinched the little fellow's nose and said, "Stinking brat. "

As soon as he finished speaking, Cheng Hongyi seemed to want to show his true colors as he started to pee on Cheng Jianjun's pants.

"You. . . This. . . Brat. . . "

Cheng Jianjun raised Cheng Hongyi up high and looked at this brat.

Cheng Hongyi smiled and clapped his hands. Cheng Jianjun was unable to put the child on the floor with a cushion when the child climbed far away.

Zhang Yuan smiled and went to chase the child. She picked the child up and used a wet towel to wipe the child's little butt.

Cheng Jianjun helplessly looked at Zhang Yuan. He returned to his room, took a shower, changed his clothes, and went to Zhang Yuan's side.

"Yuan Yuan. . . " Cheng Jianjun said as he watched Zhang Yuan feed the child with mud.

"What?" Zhang Yuan looked at the child and did not look at Cheng Jianjun.

Everyone said that after a woman gave birth to a child, it would be the same as losing a wife. Actually, how many people knew that when a man saw his wife giving birth to a child, he would abandon himself? That would be the same as losing a wife.

"I might need to be transferred to Beijing for a period of time. " Cheng Jianjun said hesitantly.

"Okay, go ahead. " Zhang Yuan didn't look reluctant at all.

"Yuan Yuan, I want to go for three years. . . " Cheng Jianjun still wanted to say whether he was willing to part with her or not.

Zhang Yuan smiled at the child and said, "Come and open your mouth. Mommy, feed me. "

"Feed me. . . "

"Zhang Yuan looked at Cheng Hongyi as he took a bite of the mud. She turned around to look at Cheng Jianjun. "Oh. . . You're going to be gone for so long?"

"Are you not reluctant?" Cheng Jianjun became curious.

"It's fine, I have a son. Everything is good. Is it. . . Mom's vest. . . " Zhang Yuan pinched Cheng Hongyi's cheek.

"Mommy. . . " Cheng Hongyi called out to his mother in a very respectful manner.

"Our Hongyi is the most obedient. Come and take another bite. . . Ah. . . " Zhang Yuan seemed to be unmoved.

Cheng Jianjun looked at Zhang Yuan's well-behaved appearance and the corner of his mouth twitched. "Yuanyuan. . . I'm serious. I want to go to Beijing's Teacher Huang. . . "

"Baby, wipe your mouth. . . Come. . . " Zhang Yuan obviously wasn't listening attentively.

"Yuan Yuan. . . " Cheng Jianjun wanted to say something else. Zhang Yuan turned her head to look at Cheng Jianjun.

Cheng Jianjun looked at Zhang Yuan's impatient face and looked at his son reluctantly. "Yuanyuan, I don't want you to be too far away from my son. How about I rent a house and let you and your son go there?"

"Rent a house?" Zhang Yuan frowned.

"Yeah. " Cheng Jianjun was also reluctant to leave his son.

"Forget it, the cost of raising a child is huge. Our Hongyi still has to play at home. Yes, that's right. That's not right. . . We like to climb. . . Little Scoundrel. . . " Zhang Yuan pinched Hong Yi's cheeks.

Cheng Hongyi smiled happily.

He looked at the cute Hong Yi and smiled. Zhang Yuan also smiled. She placed her hand on Cheng Hong Yi's forehead and said, "Little fellow. . . "

"Mommy. . . Eat. . . " Cheng Hongyi used his fingers to pinch a biscuit and handed it to Zhang Yuan.

"Mmm. . . My son is so obedient. . . Come, Mommy, have a bite. " Zhang Yuan opened her mouth and ate the biscuit. She looked at the jealous Cheng Jianjun and said, "Your son isn't close to you. Are you jealous?"

"Very jealous. " To be honest, Cheng Jianjun was very, very jealous.

In the past, when he saw Su Jianguo posting pictures of Su Cong's childhood on his WeChat Moments whenever he had nothing to do, he was envious.

Although he envied Su Jianguo for being in the rented house with Su Cong, Su Jianguo did not miss Su Cong's childhood.

In Su Cong's childhood, Su Jianguo became a teacher and a father, as well as a friend. Although Su Cong was four years old, because Li Ying went out to study and stayed at home for a year, it did not hinder the father and son duo.

He still remembered that when Su Cong was just born, Cheng Jianjun went home to hug Su Cong during the new year. He was really envious and had a face full of envy.

When Su Cong was two years old, when he heard Su Cong call him uncle for the first time, he truly felt a type of envy that arose spontaneously.

When Su Cong was five years old, Cheng Jianjun came to Su Jianguo's house and talked to Su Cong. When he saw Su Cong, who was like a young adult, he was filled with envy.

Now that he finally had his own child, Cheng Jianjun really did not want to leave his child.

Cheng Jianjun held the child who was eating in his arms, rubbed it, kissed it, and hugged the fat boy. He puckered his lips and said, "Wife, just promise me. Otherwise, I will be sad if I don't see my son. "

"Then you rent a small and bad house. How can my son draw and climb to his full potential?" Zhang Yuan wanted to carry her son, but Cheng Jianjun refused to give it to her.

Zhang Yuan looked helplessly at this childish Cheng Jianjun. This was the first time that Zhang Yuan felt that Cheng Jianjun also had a child.

When she was in love, she felt that Cheng Jianjun was a big man and everything was stuck in his heart.

However, ever since she gave birth to Cheng Hongyi, Cheng Jianjun had been a child's slave. He never let go when he saw a child.

"That won't do. My son grew up in his childhood. How can I be absent? If I wasn't home for three years, he wouldn't even know me. " Cheng Jianjun shook his head. He refused to leave his son and didn't intend to return his son to Zhang Yuan.

"Then do you know how expensive it is to rent a house in Beijing?" Zhang Yuan said helplessly.

"It's not very expensive. At most, I'll give you half of my salary. . . " Cheng Jianjun said confidently.

"That's right. Your salary is average. Then, you and I will raise the children. " Zhang Yuan's words caused Cheng Jianjun to frown.

"I. . . " Cheng Jianjun wanted to say something else, but Zhang Yuan held Cheng Jianjun's hand.

Zhang Yuan looked at Cheng Jianjun and said, "Spend less money and save money for your son to buy a wife. This is a construction bank after all. Do you think the housing prices nowadays are so expensive? We bought a house earlier to let our son have a future wife. Don't you agree?"

" So. . . "Cheng Jianjun said somewhat unwillingly.

"You see, your salary is excluding raising children and raising a family. The rest of the money is only one square meter in Shanghai in two months. In one year, it is only six square meters, sixty square meters in ten years. In fifteen years, it was ninety square meters. If you count my young master, it'll take me ten years to buy the next set. " Zhang Yuan sighed. "That's why we should be more pragmatic. Try your best to save for ten years and buy a house for your child. "

"Then we. . . " Cheng Jianjun hugged his meaty son reluctantly. "Do we have to be separated from each other?"

"What else?" Zhang Yuan looked at Cheng Jianjun helplessly.

"But I can't bear to part with my son. " Cheng Jianjun still couldn't bear to part with him.

"Then you can decide for yourself. Your son must be in Shanghai. " Zhang Yuan wanted to snatch her son away, but Cheng Jianjun immediately stood up and chased after Zhang Yuan.

"Are you childish? Holding your son and hiding from me?" Zhang Yuan said helplessly.

"I don't want to be separated from my son for a minute. No, not even a second. " Cheng Jianjun said.

"Then can you please stop circling around? Your son is about to vomit milk again. " Zhang Yuan ordered around the dining table.

"Then stop right there, I'll stop again" Cheng Jianjun clearly didn't believe that Zhang Yuan would stop. He didn't want to be separated from his son.

"Do you know that you don't look like an adult? You're acting wildly with your son in your arms?" Zhang Yuan teased.

"As long as you're with my son and he wants to ride a big horse, I'll immediately lie down. " Cheng Jian Jun said proudly.

"You are really good. . . " Zhang Yuan gasped. Everyone said that their daughter would be like this, but she didn't expect her son and slave to be like this as well. . .

"In any case, don't even think about letting my son and I leave for half a minute. " Just as Cheng Jianjun finished speaking, Cheng Hongyi chuckled and patted Cheng Jianjun's head.