Chapter 75 Ripe Mulberry Rabbit Emoji

After hearing what Zhuang Mowen said, the group of people didn't insist on staying. They exchanged a few words and finally left.

Zhang Lu had his back to the crowd, holding his phone with both hands, almost smashing the screen.

[Professor Zhuang, you didn't say your wife is the girl in the promotional video!]

Even after Sang Fu had been at Jiada for about a week, the two of them hadn't interacted at all. He vaguely remembered sharing something with Professor Zhuang, and every day, a male student would come over to bring Sang Fu some water.

Ouch.

Now that I think about it, I was really outspoken.

He had a good impression of Sang Fu at that time and almost wanted to introduce his newly graduated nephew to her, but later he forgot about it because he was too indifferent.

Fortunately, he forgot about it, otherwise he would not be able to wash himself clean even if he jumped into the Yellow River.

The teachers around them, having endured their frustrations all the way into the private room, began chattering away. "This is so new! Did you see Professor Zhuang's baby?"

"That's right. Teacher Chen and I were the first to enter the room, and Professor Zhuang was immediately blocked by that girl's face. It was very tight, and we only saw it from behind."

Zhang Lu didn't interrupt. As soon as he sat down, his cell phone rang.

Zhuang Mowen: [Teacher Zhang, I'm so sorry for keeping this secret from you. My wife told me you took great care of her during that time. Thank you very much.]

[I'll treat you to a meal someday when I'm free.]

He took good care of her? Zhang Lu himself didn't even remember this:

[No, no, it's just a piece of cake.]

Zhuang Mowen continued: "Teacher Zhang understands the situation best. If other teachers have any misunderstandings, please pay attention."

At school, Zhang Lu was indeed the colleague closest to Zhuang Mowen.

Although he was several years older than Zhuang Mowen and had a lower job title, Zhang Lu was indifferent to fame and fortune. Besides, he had a family and a three-year-old daughter. The two married men often ate in the cafeteria together and had a good relationship.

But when it comes to understanding, Zhang Lu doesn’t know what he understands?

He was thinking that the other teachers' discussions had not stopped yet.

"She's a very cute, delicate girl. Not to mention Professor Zhuang, I would protect her too."

"You look very young. Are you of legal age? Can you get married?"

As soon as this joke came out, several people were shocked: "What you said is true. We all know Professor Zhuang's character. He would not kidnap a girl who just came of age."

Another male teacher leaned over and said seriously, "Why else would he be so secretive and not make it public?"

"Hey, stop talking nonsense, Mr. Wang. That's how rumors start."

Zhang Lu finally understood what he understood. He quickly stood up and stopped them. "Don't you think that girl looks familiar? She's the heroine from last year's promotional video."

"First, the girl graduated from college a long time ago. Second, whether they want to make it public or not, we should stay out of their business."

Zhang Lu is the oldest here. Although he is a Buddhist, he still has a say among the young teachers. After he spoke, everyone's enthusiasm for discussion subsided a lot.

Teacher Wang is usually petty and easily gets jealous and gossips. In fact, the other teachers are reluctant to bring him along because of social conventions.

Zhang Lu sat down and sent a message to Zhuang Mowen: [You were right. You almost kidnapped a young girl. Luckily, I stepped in.]

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When Zhuang Mowen saw the message, he curled his lips, said nothing more, and replied with two words "thank you".

The waiter brought the dishes and Sanfu tasted some soup first.

I just saw the menu and the prices were not low, but the business was so good. I didn’t know the reason until I tried it myself.

This one tastes really good.

She was about to let Zhuang Mowen have a taste, but when she looked up, she found him looking at her.

"Is there something on my face?"

Sangfu felt like taking a piece of paper and wiping it.

Zhuang Mowen smiled softly, pushed the dish in front of her, and said softly, "No, you eat it."

Sanfu said, "You eat too."

"good."

They rarely talk while eating, and silence is normal, so the sounds beside them are clearer.

When Sang Fu heard the third vibration, she was eating and couldn't help but look up at the opposite side. Zhuang Mowen was no longer eating but replying to messages.

She looked over, then immediately looked away as if nothing had happened.

"What's wrong?"

He noticed it at just that one glance.

Sangfu picked up some food and said, "Nothing."

Zhuang Mowen glanced at her imperceptibly, without asking any further questions. He lowered his eyelashes and replied to the message at hand.

After a long while, Sangfu finished all the food in her bowl.

Normally, Zhuang Mowen would reply to work messages after dinner, or he would only pick it up and reply once and then not read it again.

This time it took a long time to come back.

She was very curious, but she didn't know how to ask, where to start, or even if she could ask.

Sang Fu pondered for a while and said, "Aren't you going to eat anymore?"

"Eat. You eat first."

Sangfu said "Oh" calmly and poked the rice with her chopsticks.

It was a perfectly normal thing, so why did she feel so uncomfortable? The food here was delicious, but she suddenly lost her appetite.

When Sangfu poked the rice for the third time, something was suddenly pushed in front of her.

When she looked closely, it was his phone. The screen was still on and still on the chat interface. Even when she looked over, the other party was still replying to him.

She politely looked away without looking closely: "What?"

Zhuang Mowen said, "My head is drooping after eating. Everything you want to know is here."

Sang Fu pursed her lips. Strangely enough, at this moment the blockage in her heart suddenly seemed to be cleared.

She said, "No thanks. What you do, who you talk to and what you discuss are your private matters."

Sang Fu's words were not spoken in anger, but her firmness was not enough.

On the one hand, it is the concept formed by the education she received since childhood, on the other hand, her selfish desires are indeed somewhat turbulent and uneasy.

She had no doubts about him, it was just her personality that was playing tricks on her.

People always have many guesses about mysterious things. From some perspectives, imagination is scary.

If you don't look, you won't think about it. If you don't think about it, you won't be entangled. Sang Fu wanted to push his phone back, but Zhuang Mowen raised his hand and gently pressed the other end.

"No," Zhuang Mowen retorted slowly, "What I don't want to show you is private. I want to show you."

"I have no privacy here with you. You can see whatever you want."

Sang Fu felt her ears burning as she listened to him. What did "you can look at anything" mean? It sounded quite serious at first, but upon closer thought, it seemed a little ambiguous.

She didn't respond. Since Zhuang Mowen said so, Sang Fu simply stopped being pretentious and lowered her head to look at his phone screen.

Zhuang Mowen's explanation sounded slowly in his ears.

"This is my doctoral advisor, Professor Zhong. He's very dedicated to me. He just sent me a message saying his grandson is getting married this month and invited me to attend the wedding and meet him."

The chat history was basically the same as what he said. Sang Fu also noticed that the other party's avatar was a cute orange cat, and it was obvious that he was an amiable elder.

Sang Fu thought to herself, sorry, Teacher Zhong, she never doubted his intentions.

Zhuang Mowen supported his face with one hand and looked at her soft eyes quietly. When he saw that she had slowed down her browsing, he asked her, "Shall we go together?"

Sanfu looked up from her phone, her eyes widening a little: "Me?"

"Well, it's reasonable to bring family members to this kind of ceremony." Zhuang Mowen looked at her with a smile, his brows relaxed and gentle. "Besides, we can also familiarize ourselves with the procedures in advance."

Are you familiar with the wedding process in advance?

Sang Fu's lips curled slightly: "Okay."

She was about to return the phone to him, but her finger accidentally touched the screen, probably the return button. The interface flashed, and she glanced at it subconsciously, her gaze suddenly stopped.

After two seconds, Sangfu pushed the phone in front of him again.

She hesitated for a moment and asked him embarrassedly, "Why did you note me as a rabbit?"

Zhuang Mo heard this and glanced at the screen that was still on.

She was on his only pinned profile picture, and the note next to her profile picture had no text, just a bunny emoji.

He thought of that night.

The lights were on, and the delicate light was enough to illuminate everything in front of him.

Her skin turns red very easily. Her face turns red when she lacks oxygen, her neck turns red when she is shy, and the places that are rubbed will leave a few temporary red marks.

Once he felt comfortable, his eyes turned red, revealing his unknowing pitifulness.

He didn't explain much, just said: "It looks a lot like you."

After eating for a while, Sang Fu felt full and went to the bathroom to touch up her makeup. When she came back, Zhuang Mowen was no longer in the box and her bag had been taken away by him.

She went downstairs and saw him at the front desk.

When she reached him, Sanfu heard him say, "Take the trouble to calculate the cost of the box next door. I'll pay for it as well."

It's okay for two people, but there are seven or eight teachers in the next room. Nowadays, when people go out for a meal together, they basically go their own way. If you add up the total amount, it's not a small amount.

Zhuang Mowen paid without blinking.

After leaving the restaurant, Sanfu asked him, "Why did you pay for them?"

He said slowly, "When you take someone's money, you will be grateful. When you eat someone's food, you will be soft-hearted."

Every group is similar. When there are a lot of people, gossip is inevitable.

He didn't care, but he cared about her, so he needed to take some measures.

Get in the car.

Zhuang Mowen turned around and planned to send her back to Jinyuan first and then go to Jiada.

Sangfu found herself falling asleep in his car more and more often. This time, maybe because she was a little dizzy from eating too much, she leaned against the car window and fell asleep drowsily.

When she woke up, the car had already stopped at Jinyuan, and she didn't know how long it had been parked.

He never called her.

Sang Fu turned her head and met Zhuang Mowen's gaze. The clouds in the sky were getting lower, as if it was going to rain.

The sky was gloomy, outlining his face deeply.

His eyes were gentle and complex, but not sharp, so Sangfu was not scared.

How long had he looked at her like this?

He's acting weird today.

He's been acting weird since we were in the restaurant, like he's got a lot on his mind.

"Why do you keep looking at me like this today?"

Zhuang Mowen leaned over, holding the seat belt with one hand and pressing the buckle with the other. The black seat belt slowly shortened to the appropriate length in his palm, and then he let it go, letting it gently return to her shoulder.

"Go back first, it's going to rain."

Sangfu didn't move: "It's not like we can get wet in the rain here."

She just wanted to hear him say, what happened?

Zhuang Mowen turned back and was silent for a moment. He said, "Sang Fu, I am seven years older than you."

"I know," said Sanfu.

"When I first met you, I told you that I wasn't right for you because I felt that the age gap between us was too big and it would be unfair to you."

The funny thing is that he doesn't want to let go now and let her find the so-called fairness.

Sanfu looked at him.

In her memory, Zhuang Mowen was calm, quiet, and indestructible.

He has been leading her forward, guiding her, and accepting her.

So Sangfu always felt that he should not have any worries, or to put it another way, even if there were difficulties, they would probably be solved quickly by him and would not have the chance to evolve into troubles.

But now, she actually saw a lingering sense of helplessness in his brow.

"I don't think it's unfair," she said softly. "When you're in front of me, I can only see you. The rest are all parts of you. If anything is missing or changed, it's not you anymore."

She was indeed much younger than him.

But as mentioned on the first page, there is a big age gap between her parents, so Sangfu never cared about it.

She thought for a moment, then tried to comfort him earnestly, "Besides, you look very young, at most twenty-five, not nearly thirty."

Zhuang Mowen: "..."

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The author has something to say: Although Zhuang appears to be calm and composed, his heart is actually broken into pieces.