Chen Shuo has been observing Han Zhan's reaction.
Seeing that Han Zhan's eyes remained clear and bright when he saw the girl, without any change, Chen Shuo knew that Han Zhan had no feelings for this girl anymore.
But when Chen Shu thought about the fact that Han Zhan was already in his thirties and still had no girlfriend, he became worried about him.
The older generation always thinks that a young and promising man should find a close partner to live with, someone who will remind him to put on more clothes when he is cold, and someone who will give him a hot meal when he is hungry.
If Chen Shuo doesn't say anything, the atmosphere will probably become awkward.
"Zhanzhan, do you still remember her?" Chen Shuo said.
The girl put down the soup bowl in her hand, looked up and called out to Han Zhan in a delicate voice, "Brother Zhan."
Han Zhan stared at the girl's face, thought carefully, and searched deep in his memory for a young girl's face. Han Zhan asked uncertainly, "Is it Miaomiao?"
The girl was delighted, "Brother Zhan, you still remember me!"
At this time, Mrs. Chen came out of the kitchen and heard their conversation. She said to Han Zhan, "Zhanzhan, do you still remember Miaomiao? When she was a little over one year old, you always pushed her stroller and took her out for a walk."
Han Zhan is five years older than Chen Miaomiao. He remembers that when he graduated from the college entrance examination, Miaomiao had just entered junior high school and was still a little girl.
The girl grew up and became beautiful.
Han Zhan knew what Mrs. Chen was thinking. Seeing Miaomiao's blushing face, he knew that the girl was interested in him. But Han Zhan had no intention of provoking any romantic interest.
He was silent for a moment before he spoke: "Miaomiao should have graduated a long time ago and started working, right?"
Chen Miaomiao hummed and whispered, "It's been a few years since I graduated. I'm now working as a planner in an advertising company."
Han Zhan hummed, and just when Chen Miaomiao mustered up the courage to say something to him, Han Zhan suddenly asked, "You're so beautiful, you have a boyfriend, right? When are you planning to get married? Be sure to tell me when you get married, and Brother Zhan will give you a big red envelope."
Chen Miaomiao's smile froze.
The peach-pink on her face instantly turned red, and her dark eyes melted with tears. She was almost about to cry. But she suppressed her emotions, shook her head awkwardly, and replied with tears in her eyes, "It's still early."
When Mrs. Chen heard Han Zhan say this, she knew that Han Zhan was really not interested in Chen Miaomiao.
Chen Miaomiao made an excuse to go to the kitchen to get chopsticks, and Han Zhan knew that she was secretly wiping her tears.
When she came out, Chen Miaomiao was holding a pair of chopsticks in her left hand and her phone in her right. She said to the person on the phone in surprise, "Dad, I'm here with Grandpa Chen, huh? My brother is back? Okay, I'm back now."
After hanging up the phone, Chen Miaomiao said embarrassedly to Mr. and Mrs. Chen: "Grandpa Chen, Grandma Chen, my brother is back, I'm going home. Brother Zhan, please stay with Grandpa Chen for a while before you leave." The little girl lowered her head slightly, her eyes wet.
"Yeah, okay."
After sending Chen Miaomiao away, Mrs. Chen patted Han Zhan's shoulder vigorously and scolded him: "Zhanzhan, why are you still so cruel? If you are not interested in Miaomiao, why don't you just refuse politely? Is it necessary to do this?"
Look at that girl, she even acted out a drama to avoid Han Zhan and didn't even notice that her phone screen was black.
Han Zhan smiled helplessly and said to Mrs. Chen, "If you have no interest in a girl and you keep her hanging, isn't that Chen Shimei?"
"you..."
There was nothing wrong with Han Zhan's words. Mrs. Chen glared at Han Zhan and said nothing more.
After having dinner with Mr. Chen and drinking some wine, Han Zhan stood up and said goodbye.
On the way back to the hotel, Li Li said to Han Zhan, "I saw a girl wiping her tears and running out of Mr. Chen's house earlier. Who was that?"
Han Zhan: "A little sister from childhood."
Li Li guessed what happened and asked Han Zhan cautiously, "You don't like her?"
Han Zhan wondered, "Do I have to like every girl?"
Li Li thought: You are not attracted by the beautiful Miss Song, and you don’t like the cute childhood sister either. So which one do you like?
An idea that had been buried in Li Li's mind for a long time emerged again -
"Mr. Han, you, you don't like guys with penises, do you?" The words came out of his mouth, and Li Li noticed Mr. Han's sudden surprised expression, and he wanted to slap himself.
Hearing Li Li's question, even the calmest person would feel like hitting someone. Han Zhan looked Li Li up and down, then smiled gently and said, "Yes, I like you like this."
Li Li suddenly wanted to open the car door and run away.
At this moment, he heard Han Zhan say again: "Even if I'm hungry, I won't be picky about food, and you'll be safe." What level is he at? Doesn't he have any idea?
Hearing this, Li Li didn't know whether to be happy or sad.
At half past nine, when the nightlife was bustling, their car was stuck on the busy streets of Shunshin City.
Today's work was over, and Han Zhan was in no hurry, so he looked out the window at the scenery with interest. The city had become extremely unfamiliar, and it had changed drastically from the city in his memory.
Han Zhan saw an old man selling stinky tofu, so he rolled down his car window to let the smell of the tofu waft in. When he was a teenager, Han Zhan would buy a bowl of stinky tofu every Wednesday afternoon after school, and he would always sprinkle cilantro on it when he ate it.
The aroma was so tempting that Han Zhan wanted to get off the car and buy a bowl of stinky tofu.
As soon as he looked up, he saw Song Dynasty porcelain.
Song Ci changed her clothes again.
A translucent white shirt revealed her slender waist, while black shorts hugged her voluptuous hips. Despite the scorching heat of Sunshin City, she wore her charming black curly hair, drawing frequent glances from passing men.
Han Zhan stared at Song Ci's exquisite and beautiful face, and tapped his thigh with his right index finger casually.
Song Dynasty porcelain is really as white as porcelain. Han Zhan suddenly thought of the white porcelain vase with double dragon handles in his grandfather's collection room. His grandfather said that the best Song Dynasty porcelain should be treasured and carefully cared for.
Song Ci had no idea that his every move was being watched.
She bought a bowl of stinky tofu, and when she saw that it contained coriander, she wrinkled her pretty nose with a look of disgust.
Han Zhan paused tapping his thigh.
Coriander is such a delicious thing, but she actually despises it?
Song Ci used disposable chopsticks to pull away all the cilantro, and after eating just one piece of tofu, she couldn't stand the smell. She took a beautiful photo holding the stinky tofu, and then, while the stinky tofu seller wasn't paying attention, she threw it into the trash can like a thief.
Han Zhan's eyes gradually became displeased when he saw this scene.
Also wastes food.
This was the second time in one day that Han Zhan saw Song Ci wasting food.
No matter how good-looking it is, you should not waste food.
Song Ci tore off a piece of gum and chewed it, preparing to cross the road. Just as she took a step forward with her right leg, a familiar deep male voice suddenly rang out in front of her: "If a pedestrian crossing the road is hit, the pedestrian bears the primary responsibility, 70% of the time."
Song Ci was stunned.
This sound...
She looked up and was met with a pair of cold grey-blue eyes.
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