Chapter 262: Will you support me?

Zhou's mother sat in the quilt and warned: "Don't mess around, and be careful when you use it."

He closed the cabinet door, stood up, glanced back, and whispered, "I know, Mom. Don't worry. You and Dad should go to bed quickly. I'll go back to my room to rest."

"Go ahead, go ahead. You have to get up early tomorrow. Go to bed early."

"Um……"

Zhou Dongmeng turned off the kerosene lamp before leaving, and pushed the door open. Chen Xiangyang, who had just finished washing up in the kitchen, was hanging the towel on the laundry line. When she heard the door open, she looked back and asked softly, "Are mom and dad asleep?"

"Asleep."

Chen Xiang noticed what the man was holding and asked, "What are you holding?"

Zhou Dong raised his hand and shook it. In the dim light, the corners of his lips showed a smile. He pretended to be mysterious: "Good stuff, you will know in a while."

"Then come and wash up quickly."

Chen Xiang came to the stove, opened the lid of the pot, scooped some warm water into the washbasin.

Zhou Dongmeng hurried over, took her hand, and led his wife back to the room, saying as he walked, "I'll do it myself in a while."

"Let me see..."

Chen Xiang took the thing from the man's hand, flipped through it in front of her, and looked up at him: "Is it a textbook?"

"Well, I will teach you about culture in the future."

The smile on Zhou Dongmeng's face was gentle and doting. He raised his hand and rubbed the top of her head affectionately. After that, he naturally put his arms around her shoulders, held the little girl in his arms, and went back to the house together.

Chen Xiang blinked her big eyes and looked at him: "What about boxing?"

“Learn everything.”

She was amused by the man's serious expression, and she covered her mouth and chuckled, saying, "Learn everything? Do you want me to become a strong woman who is both civil and military?"

Zhou Dongmeng thought about it carefully and said, "That's fine. When you become a strong woman, I will be responsible for keeping myself fair and white, and be a gigolo that satisfies you."

"Are you a gigolo?"

"Wife, let me be clear, I can only be your gigolo, what do you think? Will you support me when the time comes?" After he finished speaking, he lowered his eyes slightly and his gaze fell on her face.

Chen Xiang stood in front of the man, looking up and meeting his eyes. His dark eyes were like a deep whirlpool that sucked her in and made her unable to extricate herself.

She looked at his features, and her mind inappropriately recalled a tall man nestling beside her like a puppy, wagging his tail and asking for caress. This picture was a bit strange...

Perhaps in his previous life, Zhou Dongmeng's calm and aloof image was too deeply rooted. Even though he was nearly fifty years old at that time, he still attracted a group of female fans on the Internet. They could always find videos of his past interviews or speeches from all sides, and cut out those amazing clips and put them online.

There was a video among them that Chen Xiang remembered very clearly.

In the picture, Zhou Dongmeng is standing in a wide corridor, with a glass window behind him overlooking the entire Kyoto. The man's delicate head is slightly lowered, his eyelashes are lightly covered, his wrists are bent, and his slender and well-proportioned fingers are slowly and methodically adjusting the cufflinks on his suit.

At this moment, someone seemed to call out "Mr. Zhou". Zhou Dongmeng raised his eyelashes and looked over. The man's dark eyes were sharp.

As he slowly approaches, the picture shakes violently and hides behind the photographer. After a few seconds, light and shadow fill the entire screen again, and in one corner, the man's back is gradually receding.