Chapter 29 Good Wife and Mother
Seeing Zhou Yang's anxiety and hearing his voice and the intimacy he felt with her, Song Xuhong thought something had happened to his girlfriend and hurriedly comforted him, "Don't worry, it'll be fine. Where is your girlfriend?"
"Huh?" Zhou Yang was stunned for a moment. "Not a girlfriend, but a boyfriend. Oh, no! A male friend."
"If it's a male friend, then there's even less need to worry. Did your friend get into a fight with someone? Is he smaller in stature?"
Skinny? He's 1.87 meters tall, weighs 150 pounds, and is brimming with muscle. He's not even skinny!
Zhou Yang didn't know how to answer. He couldn't expose Lin Qiyuan's privacy and tell him that he was worried because his friend had social anxiety.
Fortunately, Song Xuhong wasn't particularly curious. Seeing him pause for a moment, he didn't pay any attention and urged, "Where's your friend? We should still have time to go over now!"
“…”
Zhou Yang silently presented the mobile phone navigation interface.
Song Xuhong: "..."
"Let's go downstairs!" The air was silent for two seconds, and Zhou Yang said to Song Xuhong.
In just two or three minutes, Zhou Yang and Song Xuhong appeared in Lin Qiyuan's sight.
He narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the man next to Zhou Yang with a bad face. Seeing the two of them chatting and laughing and not in a hurry to save him, he felt like there was a sour carrot stuck in his heart that he couldn't swallow.
Zhou Yang had good eyesight. When he went downstairs to the first floor, he saw Lin Qiyuan standing alone opposite the main entrance of the Ocean Commercial Building from afar.
From the outside, Lin Qiyuan seemed to be fine, without any signs of injury, and in good spirits. Zhou Yang couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
Song Xuhong noticed the change in Zhou Yang's aura and followed his gaze. He saw a tall man holding a cell phone, staring straight at them from across the wide curb. His eyes were quite...
No good intentions?
"That... is your friend?" Song Xuhong looked at the Luoyuan convenience store behind the man, and the confusion and surprise in his heart were almost overwhelming.
How could this be some frail, skinny male friend who couldn't take care of himself? Of course, Zhou Yang didn't say that; Song Xuhong just imagined it that way.
Such a tall and mighty man can fight ten people at once, so why should we worry so much?
As the two of them got closer, Song Xuhong felt that the other person's eyes changed. First, his gaze fell on Zhou Yang beside him, and then that gaze was a little...
Well, so pitiful.
Like a large, aggrieved golden retriever.
Zhou Yang nodded: "Yes, his last name is Lin."
The two men quickly walked in front of Lin Qiyuan. Lin Qiyuan took two steps back, as if he was not used to the two men being so close to him. He took half a step back and felt uncomfortable again, so he forced himself to stop retreating.
"Everything, I..."
Zhou Yang didn't care that Lin Qiyuan suddenly addressed him differently. Seeing that he had nothing in his hands except his cell phone, he asked, "What happened to you just now? Who... bullied you?"
He had a guess in his mind: Could he have been robbed?
Lin Qiyuan's mind was already popping up with the excuse he had just thought of quickly before Zhou Yang came down. This was thanks to the fact that he had glanced at the social news while having dinner last night, which was why he was able to come up with a perfect excuse in just a few minutes.
"Biker gang!" Lin Qiyuan quickly recalled the reporter's description of the pickpockets in yesterday's news, nodding his head as if confirming the truth. "It was the biker gang. They stole my bag. All the money and cards in it were gone. Unless... it's absolutely necessary, I won't... bother you."
As he spoke, Lin Qiyuan lowered his head.
This time, Zhou Yang heard clearly what Lin Qiyuan called him, "Yangyang". Except for Qi Dongdong and his family, who grew up with him wearing open-crotch pants, no outsider had ever called him like that. Zhou Yang felt very uncomfortable and his ears felt numb.
Of course, he couldn't ask the other person to change his name, especially when the other person's expression made him feel completely soft-hearted. His mouth once again reacted faster than his brain: "It's okay, you can call me anytime! Have you called the police? Is there anything valuable in the bag?"
Zhou Yang knew that Lin Qiyuan rarely used mobile payment and basically used a credit card when he went out. It must have been opened by his parents. Now that he had lost his credit card, he must be unable to move.
"Call the police. There's nothing in the bag except some money!" Lin Qiyuan breathed a sigh of relief. Thinking that he had already instructed the driver to hide the bag in the company, he couldn't help but sigh at his own wisdom again.
…
The two of them talked back and forth, asking and answering each other. Although it seemed that one was asking questions in great detail and the other was answering timidly, the picture put together was quite harmonious.
Of course, it would be more harmonious if the two of them exchanged their looks, figures and ages.
Song Xuhong could never have imagined that Zhou Yang's friend was such a person.
It's totally different from the weak little boy he imagined.
He looks like a cold and domineering CEO, but his behavior and language are very childish.
"How about we not stand on the side of the road?" Song Xuhong was extremely curious about the relationship between Zhou Yang and this effeminate man, but he didn't dare to ask. Seeing that the two of them were talking endlessly, he reminded them.
Zhou Yang turned around and said, "Xu Hong, let's go home today. We'll talk about the house next time."
Song Xuhong nodded: "Okay." and stopped a taxi.
The taxis in City S are not very spacious, and it is impossible for three grown men to squeeze into the back seat, so someone has to sit in the passenger seat.
Song Xuhong was closest to the roadside, so after hailing a car, he got into the back seat first.
As a "middleman" who knew both Song Xuhong and Lin Qiyuan, Zhou Yang naturally walked quickly to the back row. It was impossible for him to let Song Xuhong and Lin Qiyuan, two strangers, sit together.
Lin Qiyuan grabbed the rear door on Song Xuhong's side and said in a very embarrassed manner: "I get carsick if I sit in the front seat."
It was a perfectly normal sentence, but Song Xuhong could hear a hint of gnashing of teeth in it. He was about to move forward when Zhou Yang had already walked around and opened the passenger door: "You guys sit in the back, I'll sit in the front."
“…”
Seeing that Zhou Yang had fastened his seat belt, Song Xuhong slammed the car door shut, and Lin Qiyuan had to open the back door and get his seat.
It was a bit cold outside, but the air conditioning in the car was turned on very high. However, Song Xuhong always felt that he was frozen by a mysterious ice cube and was very cold.
The car sped along, and half an hour later, Zhou Yang and Lin Qiyuan got out of the car, and Song Xuhong breathed a sigh of relief.
Why do I always feel like I just saved my life?
Zhou Yang did not introduce Song Xuhong and Lin Qiyuan to each other. Once they were introduced, they would intentionally or unintentionally bring up the other's illness and expose Lin Qiyuan's privacy.
It gets dark early in winter, and when the two got home, it was already so dark outside that they couldn't see anyone.
Then when a dark figure pounced towards him, Zhou Yang was really shocked.
The more Cheng Fei thought about the last phone call, the more he felt something was wrong. He said something like "I am what you call a socially anxious person." He thought Lin Qiyuan was mad with anger and was thinking about apologizing to Lin Qiyuan or even explaining something to Zhou Yang.
The most important thing is that he must not let that old bastard Lin Qiyuan get him into trouble. He has been in a worse situation recently. His father found out about flirting with girls and almost broke his legs. He repeatedly ordered him to go home for a blind date. Cheng Fei still hoped that Lin Qiyuan could help him to plead for mercy.
Although Cheng Fei is two years older than Lin Qiyuan, his brain has not grown with his age, but he has a baby face. He is not reliable in what he says or does. His parents trust their son's friend Lin Qiyuan more and value Lin Qiyuan's ideas more.
In short, his biological son is very miserable. Apart from occasionally helping his biological brother, he has to rely on Lin Qiyuan to speak well of him to survive at home. How dare he really offend him!
Cheng Fei was extremely sad. He hugged Lin Qiyuan's arm and said pitifully, "Xiao Yuan, I can explain that matter."
Lin Qiyuan gave him a warning look: "No need to explain!"
Cheng Fei thought the other party was speaking sarcastically and became anxious: "How can there be no need for explanation? Xiao Yuan, please don't be angry with me. I will explain it right away. Um, Zhou... Zhou... um... um..."
Zhou Yang watched helplessly as Lin Qiyuan covered Dr. Cheng's mumbling mouth and took his men upstairs.
That behavior doesn't seem like social anxiety at all.
A hint of doubt flashed across Zhou Yang's eyes, and then disappeared without a trace: No one should pretend to be socially anxious.
Moreover, social phobia itself varies from person to person. Dr. Cheng and Lin Qiyuan have been close since childhood, so they will naturally be much more relaxed when they are together.
Half an hour later, Cheng Fei came downstairs in a trance, as if he had suffered a major blow and his soul had received a new baptism.
"Doctor Cheng, please stay for dinner!"
Zhou Yang came out of the kitchen and looked at Cheng Fei who stumbled and knocked the sofa over, and asked helplessly.
"No, I don't want to eat it." Cheng Fei looked him up and down very slowly. Zhou Yang felt that he could see everything clearly, from the strands of his hair to the hair on his slippers.
Zhou Yang felt like he was being tortured, a weird feeling as if he was being "sold for a price" from beginning to end and was about to be sold to a brothel.
Lin Qiyuan peeked out from upstairs, his face as black as ink, staring at Cheng Fei intently: "Why aren't you leaving?"
"Let's go! Let's go!" Cheng Fei nodded, then suddenly looked up, "Why should I leave? My parents, brother and sister-in-law are not at home, and I don't have the key, so I'll stay here tonight!" After saying that, he smiled brightly. Zhou Yang always felt that there was no good intention in that smile.
Even though there was one more person, Zhou Yang didn't do anything special. After all, he was the outsider in this family.
The dishes Zhou Yang cooked were all very simple, learned from his deceased grandmother, and tasted very much like home cooking. Cheng Fei ate two large bowls of rice with the dishes, and even soaked the rice in the vegetable juice. He seemed to be completely unaware that Lin Qiyuan's face was getting darker and darker.
After finishing his meal, he went to the tea room and brewed himself a pot of tea. He sighed contentedly, "You are such a good wife and mother, capable of both housework and socializing. No wonder our Xiao Yuan... hehe..."
"Cheng Fei, it's time for you to go home." Lin Qiyuan said word by word.
Cheng Fei was happy to see Lin Qiyuan looking like he couldn't stand him but couldn't get rid of him. This was the first time Pangu had seen this look since he created the world. Who knew if he would see it again in the future? Of course, he wanted to see it more often.
He lowered his head and typed a few words, then crossed his legs: "Xiao Yuan, check WeChat."
Lin Qiyuan didn't want to pay attention to him.
"How about I read it to you?"
"No need!" Lin Qiyuan looked at him deeply and opened his phone.
Want me to keep a secret?
【Can. 】
【Hahahaha, you know】
The author has something to say: Later, Zhou Yang learned that this torture was called "the scrutiny of the mother's family (the husband's family)"
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