Chapter 169 "Song Shiqian... wants to go on a blind date?"
Jing Zhuo was silent for a while.
"Bad mouth."
ha?
Song Xi's gossip spirit was burning, and she wanted to continue listening, but Jing Zhuo stopped talking.
"Go on."
Jing Zhuo controlled the steering wheel with one hand and glanced at her: "If you want to listen, you can. Give me another swimming pool ticket."
Song Xi: “…”
The previous one hasn’t been used up yet, but the next one has already been reserved?
But even though her appetite was piqued to this point, she still didn't listen, and she felt very disappointed.
Song Xi gritted his teeth and sacrificed himself for the greater good: "...Okay."
The Bentley was driving in the night, its wheels rolling and moving backwards, back to more than ten years ago.
They were quite mixed up in high school.
Jing Zhuo received a military education since childhood, which cultivated his good repressive qualities, but he was also quite messed up in high school because he was led by his bad friends.
He smoked, drank, fought and surfed the Internet, and vented all his bad habits where his grandfather couldn't see.
One day, he met Lu Ye on the road who was blocked by the rival family. The elders of the two families had a good relationship, so he helped him.
The young people at that time were so proud and pure.
They soon became friends, went to school together, played together, drank together, walked around together, and shared a cigarette together with their small group of friends.
Share a lighter.
These are obviously the most normal behaviors between brothers.
How did it become... that he likes Lu Ye!
That day, Xie Qingcheng lost several games, and Cen Jin and the others started to make a fuss, saying that he should pick someone to kiss secretly, take a selfie, and post it in the group.
Xie Qingcheng found Jing Zhuo's class and wanted to kiss him, but Jing Zhuo was agile and woke up immediately and kicked him away.
He turned around, settled for the next best thing, and kissed the sleeping Lu Ye.
My mouth smells like fucking cigarettes.
Who can tell who is who.
Lu Ye happened to remember it but remembered it wrongly...
There was no smell of mint cigarettes on him. He never bothered to smoke that kind of effeminate cigarette at that time.
The more Jing Zhuo thought about it, the more depressed he felt.
After that, Lu Ye treated him strangely and started to mess with him, but he didn't care.
Until that time, a group of people went to sing K, and Lu Ye asked him what kind of fruit plate he liked.
Jing Zhuo casually said, "Strawberry."
But when Lu Ye heard it, it sounded different.
I thought it was some kind of hint.
After analyzing many detailed signs, Lu Ye jumped onto his bed.
“…”
Song Xi listened to the whole thing and sighed.
"It turns out it was all a misunderstanding."
Jing Zhuo once again expressed great resentment about the setting that all the members had no mouths.
There are not so many ridiculous and bizarre things in the world, and the truth is often ridiculous.
He turned the steering wheel and parked the car in front of the western restaurant.
"Now that things have come to this, let's eat first."
Chen Feng is a single guy, and the restaurant he chose is quite stylish.
French meals take a long time.
The atmosphere and romantic candlelight are full.
Appetizers were served one by one. Song Xi looked at the red roses on the table and suddenly asked:
"What about you treating me? Isn't that a mistake as well?"
"no."
Jing Zhuo answered immediately this time, his tone very affirmative.
Out of man's instinct and experience, he opened his mouth and played the straight ball.
"I just like you. I liked you the first time I saw you. It's a physiological love. I've been disgusted for so many years, but when I think of you, my soul is purified."
This is very true.
After being climbed into bed, Jing Zhuo felt disgusted every time he woke up from a nightmare in the middle of the night for a long time. He saw the location of the bed.
Even if I changed to a brand new bed, it wouldn't work.
So he often crossed over the terrace and slept next door.
Until that year, Zhang Hening and her best friend moved in next door.
The preparation room is gone, but nightmares still occur.
He would wake up in the middle of the night and smoke on the terrace again and again. When he turned his head, he could see the light next door.
and a few scattered pieces of clothing hanging on the terrace next door.
The wind blew faintly, carrying the scent of roses.
Fresh, nice smelling, clean.
Not the smell of stinky men's cigarettes.
So he often went to smell it.
Until the smell got on his clothes by accident.
That night, Jingzhuo changed his underwear and it got dirty several times.
Then he was sure that he was normal.
He likes women.
For example, she.
Physiological liking is the purest liking.
Even just thinking about it makes it difficult to control myself.
So every time after meeting her, when he was teased and laughed at by Xie Qingcheng and the others, Jing Zhuo would think of Zhang Hening's little bestie, who was fair-skinned, well-behaved, liked to take pictures of the moon, and smelled like roses.
I also like to secretly help him wash clothes.
Jing Zhuo withdrew his thoughts and saw Song Xi holding her cheek and looking at him quietly in the candlelight.
"Zhang Henian, you're so nice that it makes me feel guilty."
"Um?"
"I feel like what I give you is not enough and my contribution is not equal." Song Xi felt a little melancholy.
Because in all these years, there has never been a concrete shadow of Jing Zhuo in her world, and she doesn't know him as a person.
Only Zhang Hening's occasional complaints and complaints left her with a good impression of Jing Zhuo.
But they are all bad impressions.
The level of a living devil.
Jing Zhuo comforted her: "Forget it, evil cultivation is also cultivation."
As long as the result is achieved.
Song Xi was coaxed into a state of calm in an instant, picked up his knife and fork, and actively tried to make amends: "Then I'll cut the steak for you!"
"Let me help you dip it in jam."
"I'll feed you soup!"
The next second, the plate in front of her was taken away by Jing Zhuo.
“Neither.”
He picked up the knife and fork, cut the steak for her, and said:
"I feed you now, and you feed me at night. It's fair and just, and it caters to your preferences."
Song Xi: “…”
Mr. Jing always keeps his word and never goes back on his word.
When Song Xi was dragged into the swimming pool by him for the third time, her attitude changed from accommodating to helpless.
"Why don't you go to the hospital? Perhaps being too energetic is also a disease."
Jing Zhuo leaned against the edge of the swimming pool, supporting her back with his palms.
Emotionally extremely stable.
"Yes, it's an illness."
He added: "The psychological trauma of more than a decade has been severe and needs to be repaired slowly."
"How do I fix it?"
“Repair in the pool.”
…
Two days later, Zhang Hening arrived at the Song family's old house in Sucheng.
Carrying the mission of the whole family and in the name of Song Xi, he brought the supplements prepared by Chen Feng and said he was going to attend Grandma Song's birthday party.
The old lady was somewhat dissatisfied with Song Xi's "busy work".
But it’s hard to say anything now. A married daughter is like a kite that has been let go. Once the string breaks, there is no way to pull it back.
She had no choice but to greet Zhang Hening with a smile.
It was not even noon yet, and some of the guests were celebrating Song's birthday at the family's house.
The Song family booked an entire banquet hall not far away for lunch and invited guests to take their seats.
There were not many people around at this time. Old Mrs. Song was wearing an auspicious embroidered dress, her hair was snow-white, and she looked energetic. She was chatting with the female members of the Song family.
"Is Shi Qian back?"
"not yet."
"Call him and ask him to come back as soon as possible."
When he heard Song Shiqian's name, Zhang Hening stopped moving to leave the living room and sat back on the sofa as if nothing had happened.
She pricked up her ears and listened to the gossip carefully.
"Since I'm celebrating my birthday today, I'd like to arrange a blind date for him with Xu Jinyi, the young lady from the Xu family. The last match didn't work out, so this time they must get together," said the old lady.
"No problem, Mom. The little girl from the Xu family is well-behaved, obedient, sensible, and quiet. She is a good match for Shi Qian." The aunt replied.
Zhang Hening: “???”
Zhang Hening's alarm sounded instantly.
"Song Shiqian... wants to go on a blind date?" She couldn't help but ask.
"Yes." Grandma Song said happily, "He's already grown up, about the same age as your brother. He should have gotten married a long time ago, but marriage can't be rushed. You still have to choose the right person carefully."
Zhang Hening froze and asked blankly:
"You still need to choose?"
"Of course."
Grandma Song was in a good mood today, so she said a few more words.
"I've already chosen one. She's a perfect match for Shi Qian. The Xu family has good rules. The girl has attended a girls' school for a few years. She's pretty and polite, has a good schedule, goes to bed early and gets up early, serves tea to the elders, serves food, and stands in a proper manner. It's hard to find a girl like that in modern times."
What?
Still have to follow the rules?
Did they live in the Qing Dynasty?
Do you want to bind your feet?
Zhang Hening was shocked.
All three views and five senses were chopped to a crisp on the outside and tender on the inside.
Old Lady Song has always had some opinions about Zhang Hening, and now that she has the opportunity, she is even more willing to educate her.
"Girls should still follow the Three Obediences and Four Virtues, be virtuous and kind, and men should be responsible for the outside world while women should be responsible for the inside world, and be good supporters to their husbands."
"When you get married, you must learn to cook, take care of the housework, be hardworking, frugal, not spend money recklessly, be gentle and considerate at home, and be generous and calm to others."
"Shi Qian is busy with work, so his wife naturally has to take care of these internal affairs. The husband sings and the wife follows."
Zhang Hening thought about himself.
“…”
emmmmmm, they are not even close.
Nothing but a pretty face.
She silently retorted: "Women hold up half the sky. Who says that girls must follow their husbands when they get married?"
Old Lady Song: "Who said that? It has always been the husband's singing and the wife's following."
Zhang Hening: "A great man said so."
Zhang Hening: "Grandma, didn't I take you with me when the People's Republic of China was founded?"
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