Chapter 1250 What do you think of me?

When Mingjue asked this question, he had a smile on his lips, so Qin Zhaozhao couldn't see his thoughts at all.

But only he knew why he was wandering in the yard until this time because of insomnia.

He was not sure about his feelings, but he wanted to sort it out.

If Su Tingchen's voice had not suddenly come from outside the door across the courtyard wall, he would probably continue to mess around.

As a result, he stood at the door and eavesdropped on the conversation between the two people outside the door, and suddenly realized that Su Tingchen had been in love with Qin Zhaozhao for six years, which made him jealous. Su Tingchen

's entanglement with Qin Zhaozhao made him disgusted.

Qin Zhaozhao said that she almost committed suicide for Su Tingchen, which made him distressed.

He couldn't explain this abnormality. He just treated the girl as his sister. Maybe... love at first sight really exists.

Qin Zhaozhao saw Mingjue slightly bent over and looked at him at eye level. His heartbeat was unconsciously disordered.

This distance was too close.

But his question was... if he didn't love Su Tingchen, could he love someone else?

"Why not?" She was silent for a few seconds, then raised her eyes to look at Mingjue: "I broke up with Su Tingchen, not broke up with him. I'm not at fault in this matter. There is no reason to live alone for the rest of your life just because you left him."

Mingjue felt good when he heard this, "Then..."

But before he could finish his words, Qin Zhaozhao continued: "I just don't have any thoughts of falling in love and getting married in the short term. Right now, I'm enjoying my single life."

Mingjue's words, "So what do you think of me?" were stuck in his throat and he didn't have time to say them.

Qin Zhaozhao finished speaking, blinking and looking at him: "Brother Ming, did you want to tell me something just now?"

Ming Jue's eyebrows turned slightly: "Yes, I want to ask, what type of men do you like? I know a lot of men in our circle. I will help you keep an eye out for them later."

Qin Zhaozhao looked at him, her mind was a little empty.

She had never thought about what type of men she liked before. After all, she didn't know that the world was not only a deep abyss that could not be seen by the sun, but also such a bright and desirable future.

As for the original owner's perception of love, she knew that the original owner liked Su Tingchen, who used to be persistent, tenacious, and caring for her meticulously, and treated her as his only treasure.

It's a pity that after Su Tingchen's true colors were exposed, he deeply hurt the original owner's heart.

If the original owner had answered Mingjue's question just now, the answer she would probably get would only be that she would not love again.

Mingjue raised her hand and rubbed her head: "Is it difficult to think about the question of what type of men you like?"

"Why can you set your liking in advance? Shouldn't it be the moment you meet someone, and you like them?

If you meet someone who makes your heart beat, but find that she is not the type you like, can you stop liking her at any time? Then it's not called liking."

Mingjue was surprised when he said this.

The main reason was that this sentence... was too insightful, so insightful that he was speechless for a while.

"What you said, little girl, really makes sense."

He used to have a fixed preference for women: they had to be very beautiful, tall, thin, coquettish at home and dignified outside, kind, filial, and obedient.

When Mingzhu heard his conditions, she even joked that he should just tie his hair and go up the mountain to become a monk.

Such a woman does not exist.

Over the years, he has always insisted on such conditions to find his other half, but after finding one, he has given up and thought it is better to be single.

Until today, he felt that when he really met someone he liked, what was the importance of conditions?

"So if you meet someone you like, will you choose to chase after them bravely, or... do nothing?"

Qin Zhaozhao tilted her head slightly, thought about this question seriously, and shook her head: "Based on my understanding of myself, I might... do nothing."

"Why? Afraid of being rejected?"

"There are reasons for this, but more importantly, I'm not a particularly proactive person." Let alone being proactive, she might feel flustered and scared when she was passively liked by others.

Because of the inferiority engraved in her bones, she has been pulling at her, making her always feel that she is not a child from a good family, and perhaps the daughter of a bad person is not a good person. How can someone like her deserve to be liked? It

is really harder than climbing to the sky to let her take the initiative to confess to someone.

Mingjue understood that this child is a passive type.

He smiled: "Such a pretty face, looks like she should be pretty strong, but I didn't expect... she's actually a coward, okay, I know."

Qin Zhaozhao was puzzled.

What did he know?

"Okay, it's getting late, go back and rest, no, you didn't sleep just now, I saw the light was still on in your room."

"Yeah," Qin Zhaozhao nodded: "I get more inspiration when I paint at night."

"Painting so late?"

Qin Zhaozhao smiled and said nothing.

"Then you have to change your schedule in the future, otherwise your future husband will have to stay up late with you every day."

Qin Zhaozhao:...

"This is all nonsense, brother Ming, you really can worry about others in advance."

Whoever said there was no sign, it would soon be true.

"I want to advise you to rest early. Girls, go to bed early to stay in good spirits. My silly sister worked too hard and worked non-stop in the hospital operating room, which caused her body to fail and die suddenly. Don't learn from her."

Speaking of his deceased sister, Qin Zhaozhao looked at him worriedly and nodded without saying a word: "I will go back to sleep."

Mingjue nodded, bent slightly, hugged her shoulders gently, and patted her back: "Well, good night."

Qin Zhaozhao was surprised by his sudden hug.

Although his arm didn't touch her much, he was very gentlemanly, but such a close distance was really... beyond the safe distance for her.

She was too nervous.

But she would not say it, because the world today is no longer the era in which any slightly intimate behavior would be considered hooliganism.

With the progress of society today, a hug may just be a polite farewell to Big Brother Yu Ming. If she exaggerated it too much, it would embarrass both of them.

After Mingjue let her go, she hurriedly said good night, waved her hand, and quickly turned around to go home through the small side door.

Looking at her from behind, Mingjue raised his eyebrows in a very good mood, and murmured in a voice that only he could hear: "See you tomorrow, little friend."