The two maintained this state, and time slowly passed. When Qiao's mother called Qiao Zhen, Qiao Zhen pushed Ming Zhao away and answered the phone seriously.
She wasn't lying; she was next door, so she was next door. Besides, Mingzhao initially moved into Qiaozhen's house as Qiaozhen's boyfriend. Although she has moved out now, their relationship has never been clarified, and Qiao's mother has no reason to stop Qiaozhen from staying next door.
Not only did she not stop him, but when Qiao's mother heard that Qiao Zhen was next door, she was so happy she almost hummed a song. "I'll bring him back for dinner tonight."
"Okay." Qiao Zhen agreed, and her mother cheerfully hung up the phone. She looked at the large head still pressed against her belly, "Can't you just say what's on your mind? Stop dawdling like a woman!"
Mingzhao was so angry he almost couldn't catch his breath. He took a few breaths to calm himself down. "Between the two of us, are you worried about the tribulation?"
Qiao Zhen seemed to have thought of something, and her expression turned not so good. She raised her hand and ruffled Ming Zhao's slightly prickly hair. "Yes, remember, when that day comes, it will be your own fault. Anyway, I've cleared myself of all responsibility, so don't blame me. Otherwise, I'm afraid I won't be able to control myself and will kill you."
Mingzhao felt a little depressed, unsure whether to be happy or angry. He sat up and roughly pulled Qiao Zhen's head into his arms. "You're so heartless!" He sighed softly and gently ruffled her hair. "But I just love you. What I want, I never fail to get. So, let's wait and see."
Qiao Zhen tilted her head back and grinned, "Okay, let's wait and see. I hope you won't disappoint me."
I also hope that he can learn to let go of what he has learned.
Qiao Zhen led Mingzhao home, and Qiao's mother, as if checking a household registration, kept asking questions, "Mingzhao, what does your family do?"
"Those who are in business have some family wealth."
If Mingzhao has some wealth, then there are probably no rich people in the world.
"Where are your parents from?"
"My parents are Chinese Americans."
Joe really doesn't know.
"Where did you graduate from?"
"China's Z University".
Z University! That's the Z University that's ranked number one among Chinese universities, full of academic superstars!
Mrs. Qiao's face immediately lit up with a smile. "So, how did you and Zhenzhen meet?"
Mingzhao smiled shyly, "We met in the park while she was competing abroad."
Mrs. Qiao nodded in agreement, "Was it love at first sight? Or did it develop over time?"
"love at first sight."
Bullshit!
He and Qiao Zhen met several times in the Heavenly Realm but did not develop feelings for each other. It was clearly only after going through so many missions that they developed feelings for each other over time, and it was Ming Zhao who shamelessly pestered her!
Qiao's mother was somewhat skeptical of love at first sight, saying, "Love at first sight is all about looks, but what girl's face stays young forever?"
Mingzhao looked at Aunt Qiao with a serious expression, "Auntie, can you understand that feeling of familiarity at first glance, as if you've seen it in a past life?"
Mrs. Qiao shook her head honestly, "No, you must have a heart problem."
Qiao Zhen pursed her lips, trying to suppress her laughter. She lowered her head, her eyes almost disappearing from her laughter. She secretly took a deep breath to calm herself down, as she was about to burst into laughter.
Mingzhao's expression was somewhat subtle. "No, Auntie, the moment I saw Zhenzhen, I felt it was destiny. It was as if there was a red thread connecting us, a kind of fate that flowed between us."
Mrs. Qiao's smile gradually faded. She glanced at the rice in her bowl, then looked up and placed a large chicken leg on Qiao Zhen's plate. "Eat your food." She looked at Ming Zhao with a hint of despair. "You graduated from Z University, how can you be so superstitious?"
Mingzhao felt as if a sword had pierced her heart. "Auntie, this is not superstition. I'm just describing how I feel about Zhenzhen."
"Oh," sighed Mrs. Qiao, "but the description is too vague."
Qiao Zhen couldn't help but laugh out loud. She looked up at her mother and Mingzhao, then looked apologetically at her father, "I'm sorry, I couldn't help it just now."
Mr. Qiao frowned, looking annoyed. "Don't talk while eating. Since Xiaoming is here, let's eat properly." He turned and winked at Mrs. Qiao.
Mrs. Qiao reluctantly buried her head in her food.
Xiaoming...
puff.
Qiao Zhen tried her best to suppress the laughter that was about to spill from her mouth, but finally couldn't help but laugh out loud, "Hahahaha...Mom, please don't ask anymore, it's hilarious. We met in the park that day, and after that I went for a walk in the park every day. It seems like he was also walking around that time. We met almost every day. At first, I didn't feel anything. It was only after I returned to China and met him that things slowly started to develop."
She looked at Mingzhao with a half-smile, "It's true that he graduated from Z University, but you have to understand his straight-man mentality. He's probably a little nervous this time and wanted to be sentimental with you, but how could he be sentimental? He just ran into a wall with you. Please be understanding."
Mr. Joe did not speak up to stop it.
Mrs. Qiao looked at Mingzhao reproachfully, "Just tell the truth, I'm not some wicked mother-in-law, I'm very reasonable."
"Yes, yes, you're the most understanding. The food's getting cold. If you have any questions, we can talk about them after dinner." Mr. Qiao pushed the liquor toward Mingzhao. "Come on, let's have a couple of drinks, son and son. Let me see how much you can drink."
Qiao Zhen and her mother ate their meal quietly, while Qiao's father and Mingzhao kept drinking, one glass after another. In the end, Qiao's father passed out drunk, and Mingzhao emerged victorious.
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