Chapter 81 is finished. (Self-taught)

After playing for a while, Master Peng drove in front while Zhuang Fuyao leaned on Liang Huaixu's shoulder and scrolled through her phone.

When I opened Weibo, I found that I suddenly had a new follower. When I clicked into the profile, I found that it seemed to be a friend of Song Qing.

The other party also followed Song Qing on social media.

But he and Song Qing only had one mutual friend, Bagel, and this account definitely didn't belong to Bagel.

Who could this person be?

She had just sent a message to ask when Song Qing excitedly replied with several messages: 【Do you remember that friend of yours we bumped into at Qingfeng Pavilion last time?】

[I even said it resembled one of my favorite bands, and it actually was! He recognized me on Instagram and even tagged me on his Weibo account in China!]

[Would you say I've successfully become a fan in some way? Hehe.]

...

Zhuang Fuyao wasn't very familiar with foreign pop music and had never heard of this person before. After searching online, she learned that this ace was very popular on foreign websites and had a special air of mystery because he never showed his face.

This person is actually Yu Heng?

In high school, Yu Heng won the championship of the campus's top ten singers. Even his music teacher said that he had a talent for singing. However, Zhuang Fuyao did not expect that his talent would be so amazing.

Yu Heng also sent a private message on Weibo explaining who he was, probably hoping she would follow him back. Zhuang Fuyao didn't reply for the time being, so she turned off the screen and closed her eyes for a short rest.

Noticing the unusual state of the screen when she sent the message, Liang Huaixu pursed his lips, his expression unreadable.

He knew there were screen protectors available to prevent peeping, but she hadn't changed to one of these types of screen protectors in the past few months. Why did she suddenly change to one now?

Is there something you're worried he'll see?

Liang Huaixu recalled Yu Heng's phone call, and a restless feeling, like a wall being scraped white, welled up inside him. With this unease, he opened her Weibo account.

His keen sense of numbers allowed him to quickly notice that Zhuang Fuyao had gained a new follower.

After clicking in to take a look, Liang Huaixu's face darkened a bit.

The other party did not send any photos of the person.

However, two months ago, the other party posted a set of photos of ginkgo trees. The golden leaves fell, like laying a layer of golden bricks on the ground, and the sunlight shining down made it particularly beautiful.

Based on this, Liang Huaixu recognized that this was the ginkgo avenue on the campus of No. 1 Middle School, which had participated in many city and provincial photography competitions with photos of the ginkgo avenue.

From that moment on, he was almost certain of the other person's identity.

The air pressure inside the car plummeted, but it returned to calm the moment Zhuang Fuyao woke up.

Ji Lan knew her daughter was under a lot of pressure lately because of the competition with their rivals. On the way back, Zhuang Fuyao received a message from Ms. Ji, who generously allowed her to stay out for a couple more days.

After Zhuang Fuyao spoke, Master Peng turned the car around and drove directly to Boya Bay.

Zhuang Fuyao was exhausted after playing all day, but after taking a shower at home, she regained her energy.

If the two were compared to large dogs, Liang Huaixu would be a gentle and warm-hearted Golden Retriever, while Zhuang Fuyao would be an energetic Husky.

On the two-meter-wide bed in the master bedroom, Liang Huaixu was massaging her shoulders and neck with essential oil. She hummed comfortably on the bed, feeling that his hands were not only beautiful, but also seemed to be imbued with magic when used on her.

After a long pause, Liang Huaixu asked, "After you transmigrated, did you contact your former classmates and friends?"

Zhuang Fuyao shook her head, "I still keep in touch with my college roommates, but not much."

Sixteen years have passed, and everything has changed. Back then, her best friend was Cheng Beibei, and as for the others, she could contact them or not.

However, she would chat with her college roommates in their group chat every now and then. There were four of them in her dorm, and the two she got along well with were living ordinary, happy lives.

Li Muna, on the other hand, often subtly flaunts her wealth in the group chat, seemingly having found a very rich husband and become a wealthy wife.

Zhuang Fuyao would occasionally chat in the group, but no one ever arranged to meet up offline.

"And what about you?" Zhuang Fuyao asked.

"I used to keep in touch with two classmates from high school quite often, and we would occasionally meet up to play basketball, but we haven't seen each other much in the past few years."

Why have we seen each other less often in recent years?

Liang Huaixu paused for two seconds, then said, "I've been quite busy these past few years."

However, the more important reason is that he is not in the mood to go out and travel. In the years that she has not been by his side, he has been spiritually deprived, and all he does is work.

Zhuang Fuyao instructed, "Press down a little... Yes, right here."

The essential oil was almost dry, so Liang Huaixu squeezed out a little more, warmed it in his palms, and continued massaging. "I remember you had some good friends in high school. Have you lost touch with any of them?"

Zhuang Fuyao: "No, mainly because I haven't seen them contact me. Sixteen years have passed, and they feel like strangers to me, so I'm too lazy to contact them."

Liang Huaixu's original intention was to test her, but it evoked other emotions. In all the years of their marriage, he seemed to have never paid attention to who her friends were...

Now, when he thinks back on his negligence in this marriage, he feels extremely guilty and heartbroken.

He didn't understand why he had only realized these problems so late.

While he was lost in thought, Zhuang Fuyao sat up and pushed him down onto the bed, saying, "I'll give you a massage too, hehe."

Compared to Liang Huaixu, her massage technique was noticeably clumsy, as if she were playing with some kind of big toy... which was indeed the case.

At first, she pretended to massage her shoulders, but later it was like a child riding a horse, just playing around.

Liang Huaixu: "..."

The sight of his girlfriend patting his butt while he was lying face down was too embarrassing, so Liang Huaixu struggled to turn over and said in a helpless yet doting tone, "Fufu, stop fooling around."

Zhuang Fuyao didn't care.

She did it on purpose. Seeing that he didn't look tired at all after playing all day, she felt that her worries last night were unnecessary, and now she really wanted to make up for what she hadn't done last night.

But she didn't want to be so direct, so she played a game of riding a horse. And, I must say, Liang Huaixu's buttocks were quite perky...

On the other hand, it's a positive aspect.

He didn't even react to her commotion?

It really doesn't resemble Liang Huaixu at all.

The last time he remained so calm in the face of adversity was before they reconciled. But ever since their old feelings rekindled, Professor Liang has become somewhat susceptible to being teased.

No matter how serious and solemn it appears on the surface, a closer look reveals just how tense and confrontational it becomes.

However, he has exceptional self-control. When faced with such situations, he can force himself to overcome them. When there isn't enough time, he will only help her resolve the issue, leaving his own problems unresolved.

Given the current situation, it's hard not to suspect that the hardware, which hadn't been used for many years, had experienced a brief resurgence after being cleaned of rust, but was actually still not working properly.

Zhuang Fuyao became more and more worried. She wasn't worried about her future happiness. Even if Liang Huaixu's physical attributes weren't good, his hands and lips were amazing... She would still be happy if she was meant to be.

She was more worried that Liang Huaixu would develop feelings of depression, negativity, or even inferiority because of this incident.

Thinking of this, she forgot about playing and leaned in to kiss him, leaving her marks on his lips, cheeks, and Adam's apple.

His hands also roamed over his chest, which felt like a brick.

He would respond to himself, but the places Zhuang Fuyao accidentally touched remained calm.

Two words came to her mind: It's over!

The reason Liang Huaixu had no thoughts was because his mind was filled with all sorts of random things.

When he goes to England, he has time to spend with his family, doing things together.

Once, after dinner, they watched a TV series. The content was chosen by Ning Xi, the youngest in the family, which forced Liang Huaixu to be "poisoned" by a wave of melodramatic TV dramas.

One segment depicts a man having an emotional affair. After realizing his change in attitude, he tries his best to please his wife as a way of making amends.

If it were anyone else, he would have trusted Zhuang Fuyao without reservation, but the other party was Yu Heng.

During those few months in his second year of high school, he watched the two of them get along. There was a kind of awkwardness between the young boy and girl, like a window paper separating them, but they didn't break through it.

Sometimes when Yu Heng came to see her, some classmates would tease her, saying, "Your little boyfriend is here to see you."

When Yu Heng went abroad, she hid in the stairwell and cried secretly, and Liang Huaixu saw it all.

He didn't step forward to comfort her, but silently helped her out.

When the teacher took attendance in the next class, he helped her find an excuse, saying that Zhuang Fuyao was feeling unwell and had gone to the infirmary.

This was also the first lie told by the incorruptible squad leader Liang.

Memories of the past resurface in my mind.

So, when facing Yu Heng, did she ever waver even slightly?

...

What brought him back to his senses was the soft, boneless hand that reached between his legs.

Liang Huaixu didn't want to accept her "flattery," so he helped her up and lifted her forward, pressing her face against his.

Zhuang Fuyao's cheeks flushed bright red.

She had heard before that men could learn things on their own, but she never imagined they could learn them to this extent.

Even with Liang Huaixu's help supporting her lower back, she still couldn't manage to sit up remotely.

This led to even more stimulating phenomena.

A few minutes later, she loosened her grip on the bed sheet and went to find a tissue to wipe his face, but Liang Huaixu stopped her and kissed her.

When they kissed, her mouth tasted strange, and she frowned.

On the contrary, Liang Huaixu casually licked away the remaining water stains from his lips, showing no concern whatsoever for her belongings, despite being a person who was usually so fastidious about cleanliness.

Thinking of something, I glanced down.

Fortunately, it still works in this situation.

To be on the safe side, she wanted to try it out herself.

Remembering how she had been struggling to breathe, Liang Huaixu gently stopped her, saying, "You're all tired today, go to bed early."

But if Liang Huaixu knew that his act of being considerate of his girlfriend would be seen as a sign of dysfunction, he would absolutely not choose to be considerate...

Zhuang Fuyao was worried about this all night.