Do you really want to get married?

"We are here to buy clothes, not cars." Zhou Huaiyue pulled away Shen Roujiao who was almost falling on the car headlight.

She looked back every few steps and said, "This old man's car is really nice. When our pharmaceutical factory makes money, I will buy one too."

"Who's opening it?" he asked casually.

Shen Roujiao raised her hand quickly, "I..." But when Zhou Huaiyue looked back in surprise, she changed her words and said, "I won't open it."

"Got it." He said coldly and turned away.

?

He knew something.

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In the women's clothing area in the corner of the third floor, the popular small floral patterns, plaid shirts, and fine stripes; bright red, sky blue, and other brightly colored clothes were all directly eliminated by Shen Roujiao.

Although it is the most expensive department store in Beijing, the styles it sells are not as good as those sold by Gu Jingcheng's mother, who only sells magazine styles.

Among the dwarfs, Shen Roujiao first chose a sapphire blue suit, a short suit-style top and a skirt, which looked like a ticket seller.

The salesperson recommended another suit, a long suit with a white background, black plaid peak collar, and pure black straight-leg trousers.

Zhou Huaiyue shook his head and said, "I asked you to act mature, but I didn't ask you to act like a mother."

You are the mother.

Shen Roujiao rolled her eyes in her heart.

She went to the second store and didn't find a suitable suit, but she did like a white pointed-collar shirt. The collar was longer and pointed than the ordinary ones, which modified her face shape and made her small face look more heroic.

In order to match the shirt, I tried on several pairs of pants but none of them were suitable. Instead, I picked up a black A-line long skirt from the shelf and it created a stunning effect.

Shen Roujiao casually tied the bottom of her shirt together, twisted the sides and rolled them up to reveal her waistline. She looked left and right and realized that the two braids did not match the temperament of the dress, so she took them off.

The salesperson who was secretly glancing at Zhou Huaiyue heard the sound of the fitting curtain being pulled, glanced back casually, then turned his head sharply again, fixing his gaze on the person trying on the clothes, "Looks good, looks good, looks good."

Three words, each with a heavier tone.

Everyone passing by the counter was attracted by the exclamations of praise and stopped to look inside. Zhou Huaiyue looked over when he heard the second "good looking".

In an instant, the secret hidden in his eyes was revealed without a doubt.

In his sight, her slightly curly hair was draped over her shoulders, her eyes were as clear as ice, and the minimalist black and white made her look intellectual and swaying, innocent and dazed. The skipped beat of her heart was pressed into Zhou Huaiyue's clenched fingers.

The little green fruit that chased him and called him master suddenly ripened.

"It looks good, right?" She was fully aware of the consultant's expression, but she didn't hide her pride.

Just kidding.

In her previous life, Shen Roujiao was in the clothing business and looked at tens of thousands of looks a year. Compared to dealing in medicinal materials, this is her home turf.

I wanted to keep a low profile and not be so eye-catching, but my strength did not allow it. The suits I tried on were so tacky that they were really unbearable to look at.

Zhou Huaiyue looked away and said in a weak voice, "It's OK."

"Do you still have the clothes she's wearing? I want to try them on, too." Passersby were attracted and squeezed into the counter.

The salesperson said happily, "Yes, we have them all, in all sizes." She turned around and whispered through the curtain, "Your target is really stubborn. He didn't even blink just now."

"He's my brother. You didn't even blink when you looked at him." Shen Roujiao sneaked into the fitting room, stuck her head out and winked at her. They were all lustful men, she understood.

Everyone likes to look at good-looking men.

The salesperson who was caught was so embarrassed that his face turned into an emoticon and he smiled awkwardly.

The clothes she had changed out of were folded and put away, and the ticket was handed to Zhou Huaiyue. When Shen Roujiao, who had changed back into her old clothes, went to ask for the ticket, she was told that it had been given to her brother.

After turning around a few more times, Shen Roujiao couldn't choose a second set. When she asked Zhou Huaiyue for the ticket and was about to pay, he looked up expressionlessly, his eyes coldly sweeping across her pink lips, "I've paid. As a brother, I won't be stingy, sister."

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"I didn't mean to take advantage of you. She was mistaken. I explained it." Shen Roujiao followed behind him, muttering softly.

"Huh, you're so sweet."

When the two went back to get the clothes, the plastic model next to the counter had changed into the outfit that Shen Roujiao was wearing. The salesperson smiled and said, "Little girl, we have already sold four sets of this outfit. It is really beautiful."

As they talked, she moved closer and closer, holding Shen Roujiao's arm, raising her hand to her mouth, and asked in a low voice: "Sister, does your brother have a date? My second sister is as beautiful as a fairy."

No wonder she was always staring at Zhou Huaiyue. It turned out that she wanted to introduce her sister to him. "Okay! My brother doesn't have a date. We can arrange a time to bring them together..."

"Shen~Rou~Jiao!" His eyes were dark and bottomless.

!

Damn, does he have dog ears? He can hear everything.

Zhou Huaiyue walked angrily in front with his long legs, and Shen Roujiao followed behind him in small steps. The salesperson asked in a hoarse voice: "Hey, girl, can you tell me a time?"

"If you dare to talk, pay me back!" He turned around suddenly and glared at Shen Roujiao, his eyes as fierce as a wolf when he spoke.

She nodded, pursed her lips into a straight line, patted her chest, and waved her hands. She pretended to be dumb.

Walking out of Wangfujing Department Store and passing the parking lot, someone leaned out of the car window and called out, "Zhou Huaiyue!"

Master Zhou, who was still angry, looked down upon everyone and was silent. Shen Roujiao tugged at the corner of his clothes and pointed behind him.

Ignore.

"Zhou~Huai~Yue!" The voice penetrated the eardrums, and the eyes of passers-by were focused on the girl standing next to the old man's car.

But he didn't look back.

Shen Roujiao grabbed his arm and pointed heavily behind her at the girl who was chasing after them.

"Are you done yet?" He grabbed Shen Roujiao's hand with his backhand, unwilling to stay for even a second, and walked faster.

!

He clearly heard it, but he pretended not to hear it. Why?

"Zhou Huaiyue." The girl quickly came up to him and grabbed his arm.

He grabbed her and she pulled him.

Passersby's eyes were focused on the three people. Shen Roujiao, who was in the vortex, dared not move, pursed her lips tightly, glanced left and right, and guessed in her heart what their relationship was, ex-girlfriend?

"Oh, Qin Ye." Zhou Huaiyue let go of the hand he was holding and pushed away Qin Ye's hand that was pulling his arm. He acted very naturally.

Qin too?

When Shen Roujiao glanced over again, she was looking at her.

"Who is this?" Qin Ye's eyes never left Shen Roujiao's face.

Zhou Huaiyue replied calmly: "Friend."

"Oh! I thought it was, hehe." The inquiring eyes relaxed immediately, and Qin Ye smiled politely at Shen Roujiao: "Hello, my name is Qin Ye."

"She can't speak." Zhou Huaiyue raised his finger and pointed at his friend who was about to open his mouth.

? !

You must be sick.

You are dumb!

But thinking of his threat that "you will have to pay back if you make a sound", Shen Roujiao could only cooperate with the performance, smiling awkwardly and waving her hands.

"But she just asked me what kind of car it was?" Qin Ye silently raised her finger, her brows wrinkled into wavy lines. However, she ignored the curious friend in front of her at that time.

"Just now." His expression showed impatience.

Qin Ye immediately changed the subject, with pink bubbles in his eyes, and asked with a flirtatious look, "Have you had your wedding yet?"

? !

The dumb Shen Roujiao's eyes were about to pop out again.

Whose wedding?

Zhou Huaiyue is getting married?

Who should he marry if he has no partner?

"Not yet, she went abroad to study." Zhou Huaiyue said seriously and with certainty.

All senior officials in Beijing know that after the first batch of 52 people sent to study in the United States went out in December 1979, the second batch also flew to the United States in March 1979, and the third batch arrived in Washington in June 1980.

What he said is quite right.

Qin Ye's eyes sparkled, the corners of his mouth raised, his expression was as happy as a blooming flower, "Then, I can find you..."

"No, I don't have time." He said coldly.

"Oh." Qin Ye's face froze, and the light in his eyes was instantly taken away by coldness. He found a way out and said, "It's okay. I've been seconded to another unit. I'll leave after a while."

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a heart of stone.

Seeing the flower in his heart blossom from thriving to withering, and seeing the lively Shen Roujiao, he felt sorry for Qin Ye. It is true that Zhou Huaiyue made up the lie to avoid the girl's bold declaration of love, but such indifference was a bit too cruel.

"Take care of yourself."

Finally he said something decent, and Qin Ye's face in his sight warmed up a little, with a shy blush.

"Let's go." Zhou Huaiyue lifted Shen Roujiao's shoulders, and under Qin Ye's gaze, he rode his bicycle and took her away.

Qin also got into the old man's car, and the car drove slowly behind them for a while. The girl who had been sitting in the car and watching from a distance finally couldn't help but speak up and persuaded him: "Don't follow him, his wife is by his side, you should give up."

"That's his friend." Qin also retorted.

"What a liar! If I wasn't his wife, I would have written my name backwards." Who would look at a friend with the same eyes as he looks at his wife? It's true that those in power are confused, while bystanders can see clearly.

"If you write it backwards, your last name is also Wang." Qin Ye leaned against the car window, staring at Shen Roujiao who was holding a bag on the back seat of the bicycle, and smiled bitterly in frustration, "I would rather cry on the back of a bicycle than laugh in a car."

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The bike turned into a small alley halfway, and Zhou Huaiyue took Shen Roujiao to eat a bowl of very delicious old Beijing fried noodles. The two of them didn't talk a word the whole time.

When Shen Roujiao turned around and was about to leave, Zhou Huaiyue grabbed her collar and asked, "Don't you have anything to ask?"

"Want money?" Look into his eyes.

He crossed his arms over his chest and glanced at her. "Ask."

"Are you really going to get married?" With a smiling expression, she didn't believe it anyway.

"Yes." Seriously scary.

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"Who are you kidding? I don't have any partner, so who should I marry?" He laughed even more.

Zhou Huaiyue had been in Yunnan for so long, she knew best whether he had a girlfriend or not. She had never heard him mention it. Apart from sometimes running to the county post office to call home, he had no time for a relationship.

If you want to lie, just lie. Why do you take it seriously?

"She's a ballet dancer." It was serious and no joke.

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Depend on!

She never laughed again when she heard the word "ballet". Maybe she had a grudge against this type of dance, because in her past life, it was ballet dancers who pissed her off.

Shen Roujiao couldn't laugh, and asked coldly: "Can we change to a dance of ethnicity?"

Zhou Huaiyue snorted coldly, "What does it have to do with you?" He propped his long legs on the ground and scanned her dejected expression. "I'll pick you up at 5:30 pm, and we'll have dinner at 6 pm."

He left in a very elegant manner, but Shen Roujiao felt a huge hole in her heart.

......

A few hours later, when Zhou Huaiyue came to pick people up, Shen Roujiao had just dressed up, in a white shirt, a black long skirt, black leather shoes, her slightly curly hair was fluffy, and she had painted a light red lip. She looked simple and casual with a charming temperament.

There is a white pearl on her neck, shining brightly and dazzlingly.

"Who sent it?" Zhou Huaiyue asked, pointing at Zhenzhu.

"What does it have to do with you?" she learned.

You don't want to change your ethnicity, right? Then don't blame me for taking action.