Chapter 91: Baby-raising Experience
He Tingzhou knew her secret, so it was understandable that he thought too much about it. Shuang Xu turned over, took the phone and sent him a message.
[I don't think of you as my brother. I just want to turn off the lights because I'm not used to being too naked. If you're afraid of the dark, you don't have to turn them off in the future.]
Unsurprisingly, this message fell on deaf ears.
Shuang Xu waited for a while and put down the phone.
He Tingzhou's temper is sometimes like the weather, changing at any time and unpredictable.
He Tingzhou drove back to the compound, and the armed police at the gate saluted and let him pass. The driver, a retired military officer, was extremely alert. He glanced at the rearview mirror and whispered a reminder to the man in the back seat who was closing his eyes and resting.
"The car behind us followed us all the way."
He Tingzhou opened his eyes, glanced in the rearview mirror, and raised his chin to the guard.
He opened the car door and got out, striding towards the inconspicuous black car behind. The black car saw that the situation was not right and turned the steering wheel to run away, but armed police with guns had already surrounded them.
He Tingzhou walked forward and tapped on the car window with his fingers.
The window was lowered, the man in the duckbill cap looked away, and there was a camera on the passenger seat.
He Tingzhou rested his right hand on the roof of the car and looked at him casually: "Do you know where this place is? How could someone so young come here to seek death? Do you have a terminal disease?"
"I was just passing by, passing by..." The man in the duckbill cap had never seen such a fight before, and his legs were shaking under the steering wheel.
"You can't pass by if you pass by." He Tingzhou stretched out his hand, "Give me the camera."
The other party hesitated for just a second before he clicked his tongue impatiently and raised the gun in his hand immediately.
The man in the duckbill cap was so scared that he quickly handed the camera over with both hands.
He Tingzhou pressed the button to scroll forward. All of them were irrelevant photos: his car driving out of Shen's house, his car driving into Shen's house, his car driving out of No. 9 Songming Road...
He Tingzhou's fingers, which were flipping rapidly, stopped.
It was last night.
He Tingzhou raised his eyelids.
The coldness of that look froze the blood in the duckbill cap instantly. His lips began to tremble. Just as he was about to beg for mercy, He Tingzhou asked, "Have you shown the photo to Zheng Zuye?"
He dared not hide it: "I have seen it."
"What did he say?"
"Mr. Zheng, that's a joke. There are so many people living in the community. Who knows who you are looking for? You have to be more aggressive."
"How intense it must be." He Tingzhou said, "How about I take you two to my bed to have a look?"
The man in the duckbill cap dared not say a word. He was more honest than if he had taken truth serum in front of the gun. He confessed everything about his dealings with Zheng Zuye in a clean slate:
"Master Zheng suspects that you have that kind of relationship with Miss Song, so he asked us to keep an eye on you two and to take photos of you having an affair. The security in the neighborhood is too strict, so we haven't been able to get in yet, but we have bribed a security guard, and we'll be able to do it once we get the chance..."
"Is there anyone watching Songming Road?"
"My apprentice is there."
He Tingzhou threw the camera to him, opened the back door and got in: "Let's go, get to know your apprentice."
“…”
The next afternoon, several female colleagues in the company made an appointment to have dinner together in the group. Xiao Liao tagged Shuang in the preface:
[Little boss, are you coming? ]
【Are you coming? Are you coming?】
He Tingzhou hadn't contacted her before and probably wouldn't look for her today, so Shuang Xu agreed.
She drove to pick up Xiao Liao and took her for a ride to the hot pot restaurant they had booked.
Frost Sequence drove very steadily, so steadily that it wasted the performance of one of the three great cars. In the evening rush hour traffic in Yancheng, if he missed a red light, he would be unable to catch up.
The colleagues who arrived earlier laughed at them in the group chat: "How come this 918 doesn't run as fast as my Wuling?"
"Do you want me to ride my electric donkey to pick you up?"
"No hurry." Shuang Xu said calmly, "You guys order the dishes first, and we'll eat what's ready."
Xiao Liao followed the current CEO who was in charge of Feixue's administration and said confidently, "What are you so proud of? The young boss hasn't arrived yet, and you don't even have anyone to pay!"
"Okay, you two can still settle the bill if you come."
“…”
When they arrived at the restaurant, their colleague had already ordered his meal.
Shuang Xu is serious and sticks to her word when she is working, and she is usually not arrogant. After a long time, everyone has become familiar with her and dares to make a joke or two with her.
While eating, Shuang Xu read bedtime stories on her mobile phone. If she found a story she liked, she would add it to her favorites for later use.
"Why are you searching this?" Xiao Liao came over and took a look, and was shocked, "Are you pregnant?"
"..." Shuang Xu was almost choked by the lemon juice, "Is your brain jumping too many levels? Where did you come to this conclusion?"
"Why would you read bedtime stories if you're not pregnant? Aren't these stories just for children?"
"I've been having insomnia lately." Shuang Xu answered seriously.
Xiao Liao opened his eyes curiously: "Why?"
Shuang Xu pushed her face away: "There's no reason for insomnia."
The female colleague said while teasing the beef: "My daughter wants to hear a story every day before she goes to sleep. Sometimes she comes home exhausted from overtime work, but she still needs to be told a story. If I don't, she'll make a scene."
That's similar to He Tingzhou.
"How old is your daughter?" Shuang Xu asked.
"Five and a half."
He Tingzhou is twenty-eight.
Shuang Xu took a bite of cucumber and asked the experienced seniors for advice on raising children: "What stories do you tell her?"
My colleague was very helpful: "I'll ask my husband to sort out the book list later. He's at home with the kids today."
Shuang Xu's almond-shaped eyes narrowed: "Thank you."
After eating hot pot, they came out of the store chatting and laughing together.
The mall was crowded. It was the weekend, and the elevator lobby was packed with young people in groups of three or five, young couples, and couples with children.
The female colleague's husband had sent the catalog to her, and Shuang Xu looked at it together with her.
She didn't expect that there are so many types of bedtime story books, most of which are picture books, and there are also beautifully made three-dimensional books, which are divided into different age groups, including 0 years old, 2 years old, 5 years old...
My colleague asked, "How old do you want?"
Shuang Xu thought about it and said, "I want both."
There was a ding behind him, and Xiao Liao immediately called everyone: "Here, come quickly!"
When they turned around and saw the people standing inside, they were stunned.
"Hey, President!"
There were only two people in the elevator, and several people who were about to go inside stopped in their tracks.
He Tingzhou put his hands in his trouser pockets, looking a little uninterested. He glanced at the people behind them with a casual gaze, and his focus slowly settled on one point.
Next to him stood a very eye-catching classical beauty, wearing a tight sleeveless long dress, and her figure was like the most perfect model.
Her hair was tied into a bun with a hairpin, with a curled strand hanging by her cheek. In her hand was an extremely exquisite ivory carved fan, which was very similar to the Qing Dynasty antique that Xiao Liao had visited in the museum.
This little gadget is in short supply.
The beauty pressed the elevator button and spoke in a tone that seemed to have come out of a painting: "Miss Song, aren't you coming in?"