But she deliberately said that to let Han's father know that what she said was true.
It's her.
Song Qingbin's tone was devoid of emotion.
At this moment, Han's father felt a tightness in his chest. He was reluctant to go any further, worried that what Song Lan said was true.
If that's the case, where would he put his face at his age?
The Zhao family.
To be honest, Zhao Jing hadn't been back to town for over two months. It wasn't that he didn't want to; his family had found him a girlfriend, who happened to be his classmate from junior and senior high school, and the girl he secretly liked. So, while he was secretly happy, he didn't take the time to go back to town to cultivate his relationship with her.
However, his fiancée, Feng Yuanyuan, was too cold. Even though their families had arranged the marriage and they were a proper engaged couple, she wouldn't even let him hold her hand, nor did she ever smile at him. This was really embarrassing for him.
He immediately thought of Han Bailan and what had happened between them two months ago. He felt an itch in his heart and decided to take half a day off to ride his bike back to town so that he could relive the feeling of having her in his arms.
Lying on the bed, Zhao Jing crossed his hands behind his head, his legs casually swinging back and forth.
"Zhao Jing! Zhao Jing, are you there?"
It was Han Bailan's voice.
"I'm here, just come inside."
Zhao Jing sat up, pulled out the sheets, straightened his clothes, and tidied his hair. As he walked to the door, he saw Han Bailan standing in front of him. He smiled and said, "Lanlan, you're a little late. Did your boss refuse to approve your leave?"
"My supervisor didn't refuse to grant me leave. It's just that my bicycle's rear tire was a little flat. I inflated it at a repair shop near my workplace and rushed over without stopping. Please don't be angry."
Han Bailan blushed and her heart pounded as she explained that she felt very pathetic. Even after having that kind of relationship, she still couldn't stay calm when she saw him. Or rather, she couldn't help but get excited whenever she heard his voice, her cheeks would burn and her heart would race.
How could I possibly be angry?
Zhao Jing curled the corners of his lips: "Lanlan, are you afraid to look at me?"
Han Bailan lowered her eyes and shook her head: "No."
"Really not?"
Zhao Jing's voice was full of mockery as he said, "I'm standing right in front of you, yet you're keeping your head down. Are you shy?"
Before Han Bailan could speak, he continued, "You were like this at the entrance of your workplace too. I think you were definitely shy. Do you know why?"
"Don't talk nonsense!"
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