"You men are different. Men's youth lasts longer... and you don't know my situation." Zhang Moyan sighed softly and said in a trance, "My parents love me unconditionally. They have always given me the best things since I was a child, but I can't repay them with anything."
"All I can think of is to help them have a good daughter with a stable job, a good partner, early marriage, and a child to play with, so that their peers will envy them... I think this is the happiness I can create for them."
Xiao Xingyu looked at Zhang Moyan with a smile and interest. He had never seen a woman who cared about her parents like she did. He often said that he was a mama's boy. In comparison, he was still a long way behind others in terms of awareness.
"But I'm still so far away from my goal! I'm really disappointed in myself." Zhang Moyan stared at a piece of floor with empty eyes.
"Parents' love for their children is instinctive," Xiao Xingyu patted her back gently and comforted her, "They don't expect you to reciprocate, so you don't have to work so hard."
Zhang Moyan turned her head and looked at him with wet eyes: "It's not all about repaying them, I also really want to have a child."
Xiao Xingyu's heart skipped a beat.
In this situation, he really thought that these words were directed at him.
Thanks to his looks and intelligence, he started receiving love letters in the first grade of elementary school. In his life so far, he has seen girls express their love in various ways, but this is the first time that one asked him for a child with tears in his eyes and without talking about feelings.
This feeling is like a handful of hot water pouring over my heart.
Xiao Xingyu only then realized that he had fallen for it!
"I've imagined walking into a bridal shop countless times," Zhang Moyan said, "picking out beautiful wedding gowns and dresses with my spouse, and him praising how beautiful she looks in them. It doesn't matter what kind of shop it is; what I enjoy most is this sweet, shared experience. But I never imagined my first time in a bridal shop would be like this... When will the person who will eventually marry and have children with me show up?!"
Tears and beads of sweat from the temples slid down her porcelain neck, wetting the area around Zhang Moyan's collarbone. Her skin took on a silky luster like satin, and even her pores were invisible.
Xiao Xingyu exhaled deeply, trying his best not to lose focus. He gathered his strength before returning to the topic of comforting others: "Life will always change, and there will always be times when you are not satisfied, but you have to believe that most of these changes will be for the better. Who hasn't been filed by the little knife of life? Be strong and don't let others look down on you, okay?"
Zhang Moyan's tears continued to fall: "You didn't see that Lulu looks really good in her wedding dress."
Xiao Xingyu remained silent. This woman was heartbroken to the point of tears, but when her love rival was mentioned, she was actually filled with genuine envy and praise.
"You look beautiful too." Xiao Xingyu tilted his head back and wiped away the tears on her cheek with the tip of his thumb.
Zhang Moyan lifted her steamy eyelids and met his sparkling eyes. Staring at him so closely, this man's eyes were so bright and beautiful.
"Really?" Zhang Moyan asked hesitantly. Who else would be praised for being good-looking in front of such a handsome man?
"Mm, so beautiful," Xiao Xingyu pushed her sweaty bangs behind her ears, "I can't even take my eyes off her!"
His hands were strong and he easily pulled the person into his arms, his movements smooth and natural.
The gentle daughter leaned towards him bonelessly, and an old poem came to Xiao Xingyu's mind: "The one who is near the water gets the moon first."
He doesn't care what the original meaning of the poem is, now he has the literal meaning.
Zhang Moyan rested her head on his shoulder and didn't move for a while. After a while, she began to rub against his shoulder with her furry hair, like a little animal.
"What's wrong?" Xiao Xingyu lowered her eyes and looked at the head crawling on her shoulder, alarm bells ringing in her mind.
Zhang Moyan continued to sniff upwards: "What's that smell on you..." She took two more puffs: "It smells so good, like the fresh and charming fragrance of flowers after the snow."
Floral scent?
Xiao Xingyu was stunned for a moment and "missed" Xiaowa and his bottle of perfume that cost only two hundred yuan.
The cold tip of her nose rubbed against her skin, and her warm breath tickled her carotid artery like a feather. Xiao Xingyu felt that the room was too hot, and he was about to be roasted. If Zhang Moyan moved again, he would spontaneously combust.
It’s all thanks to Xiaowa’s longevity!
"Where are the flowers after the snow?" Xiao Xingyu forcibly pushed Zhang Moyan, who had no idea she had stepped into police territory, away.
Zhang Moyan said "Oh," not knowing what she was doing. Her blurry eyes fell on the pile of green clothes again. Her expression was blank for a while, and she murmured to herself, "Lulu is really pretty."
The dizzy person seems unable to let go of this matter.
"What's the point of being good-looking? Didn't Goethe say, 'Outer beauty pleases only for a moment, but inner beauty lasts forever.'"
Xiao Xingyu straightened the collar of her suit to prevent her from seeing something she shouldn't have. He said in a leisurely tone, "There are many good-looking people. If you only look at the face, there are many substitutes. When choosing a partner, it still depends on whether both parties have common interests and hobbies."
Zhang Moyan repeated naively, "Common interests and hobbies?"
"right."
Looking at her confused expression, is this hard to understand?
Xiao Xingyu asked her patiently, "What are your hobbies?"
"My hobby?" Zhang Moyan raised her head slightly towards the ceiling, as if she was having a hard time thinking. After a long while, she still couldn't come up with anything. Xiao Xingyu was about to help her out, but she suddenly had an idea and said excitedly, "Yes, I love celebrating my birthday!"
Xiao Xingyu choked even though he didn't drink any water, and Zhang Moyan was also shaken with him.
Well, it seems that I really don’t have any hobbies, so pitiful.
"I like celebrating my birthday." Zhang Moyan reiterated.
"Well, that's great," Xiao Xingyu first affirmed her hobby, then looked at the several celadon books stacked on the coffee table and said meaningfully, "Then we can cultivate another one in the future."
An idea came to his mind.
Zhang Moyan followed his gaze, but her vision was slightly off. She thought Xiao Xingyu was looking at a box of chocolates next to the books.
"Do you want some chocolate?" Without waiting for Xiao Xingyu to speak, she stood up and took the chocolate, then sat next to Xiao Xingyu and started unwrapping it.
She didn't sit on his lap anymore.
Why do I feel so lost?
The box was opened and Zhang Moyan pulled out a plate of chocolates.
This was a box of shell chocolates, each one shaped like a scallop or conch. Zhang Moyan picked out the largest shell and gave it to Xiao Xingyu, cheerfully asking, "Do you like chocolate, too?"
also?
Xiao Xingyu took the chocolate from her fingertips and remembered that when Director Zhang fainted that day, she took out several kinds of chocolate from her bag.
"Do you like chocolate very much?" Xiao Xingyu asked her back.
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