Everyone's eyes widened as if they had seen a ghost.

A word flashed quickly through Shen Zhihuan's mind.

If someone is too nice to you for no reason, he is either a traitor or a thief!

Everyone watched Master Miejue leave, still somewhat in disbelief.

Who is Miejue Nun Tai?!

Someone who doesn't even give face to the department head.

She actually smiled so brightly at Shen Zhihuan? !

Some people secretly looked at Zhao Yanran who was standing aside...

In terms of family background, Zhao Yanran is second to none and no one dares to claim to be first.

There is reliable information that Shen Zhihuan and Ren Jinghua and Miejue Shi Tai are not relatives as rumored, and they are not their nieces or nephews.

As for why they treated Shen Zhihuan so favorably...

I can't quite figure it out.

If it comes to flattery, Zhao Yanran's status is higher than Shen Zhihuan's.

But Zhao Yanran has been in Peking University for some time, and Ren Jinghua and Master Miejue have not shown any special care to her.

Just like before, Nun Miejue didn't even look in Zhao Yanran's direction.

"What kind of preserved fruit? Let me take a look." Liu Chunhua was a little curious.

As he spoke, he had already reached out and took the oil paper bag from Shen Zhihuan's hand.

Everyone's eyes also quietly fell on the oil paper bag in Liu Chunhua's hand.

As Liu Chunhua moved, the amber-colored, translucent preserved fruit was revealed. Just by looking at the color, one could imagine the sour and sweet taste.

Liu Chunhua couldn't wait to pick one up and put it in her mouth.

As soon as you take a sip, the fruity flavor is overflowing, sour and sweet.

It makes people unable to help but eat one after another.

Liu Chunhua thought so and did so.

She ate several of them in a row before she was finally able to satisfy her craving.

"I never thought that Master Miejue was so talented that she could even make preserved fruits." Liu Chunhua sucked on her fingers that were twisting the preserved fruits.

The sweet and sour taste is addictive.

"If you like it, just keep it!" Shen Zhihuan didn't like the preserved fruits.

Although she likes sweets, she doesn't like preserved fruits very much.

She prefers fresh and refreshing fruits to preserved fruits with excessive sugar content.

"No, this is given to you by Master Miejue." Liu Chunhua rewrapped the candied fruit and stuffed it back to Shen Zhihuan.

If Nun Miejue knew that she took the preserved fruits that she gave to Shen Zhihuan, she would peel her skin, pull out her tendons, and turn her into preserved fruits.

Seeing that she was trying to avoid him, Shen Zhihuan smiled and put the preserved fruits into the big pocket of his down jacket.

On the other side of the aisle, Zhao Yanran looked at the two people who were talking and laughing with cold eyes, wondering what she was thinking.

Shen Zhihuan naturally noticed the gaze not far away that was either scrutinizing, probing, or full of hatred.

Shen Zhihuan thought to himself: If gazes could become substance, there would probably be at least a thousand eight hundred holes on her body.

But what is she hating?

Did he hate her for exposing her intention of playing dumb? Or did he hate her for letting the relationship between Liu Chunhua and Zhou Xiaodong be exposed to the world?

She would not be able to say with a clear conscience that she did not know Zhou Xiaodong had a wife.

Moreover, Zhou Xiaodong’s wife is Zhao Yanran’s classmate.

I had an affair with a classmate's man...

If this gets out, she'll be drowned in spit.

In the evening, Shen Zhihuan told Su Ziyu about his findings today, and Su Ziyu frowned as he listened.

Mr. Zhao can be considered a tough man, so how could he have such a shameless granddaughter?

And that Zhou Xiaodong...

In the past, he just felt that he was a little too utilitarian.

I didn't expect that he would be so unscrupulous.

Nowadays we advocate free love and freedom of marriage, but it is not so free that one can date a virgin girl after getting married.

"What does Liu Chunhua think?" Su Ziyu wrapped his young wife in his arms and tucked the corners of the quilt for her.

"What else can I think? I can't bear to leave!" Shen Zhihuan sighed.

Late stage of love brain! There is no cure! "It's a willing fight, so don't get angry!" Su Ziyu gently stroked his wife's increasingly round belly.

The doctor said that pregnant women in the late stages of pregnancy must keep a stable and happy mood and avoid anxiety, anger, and tension.

There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!

Su Lixiu's premature birth caused a great psychological trauma to the Su family, especially Su Ziyu.

During this period, he slept with one eye open at night, for fear that his young wife would be uncomfortable or distressed and he would not be able to notice it immediately.

Su Changjiang even strictly forbade Xiao Qiping and Su Lili to shout loudly at home, for fear of scaring Shen Zhihuan.

Zhang Fengxia would pick him up and drop him off in the morning and evening, making sure Shen Zhihuan would not be left alone.

The meals were also prepared in various ways for Shen Zhihuan.

When the neighbors saw her, they all praised Fengxia and called her the best mother-in-law in Beijing.

"Brigade Commander Su, don't be so nervous." Shen Zhihuan looked up at the man.

There are so many pregnant women, how is it possible that all of them will give birth prematurely?

"You are my only wife in this life. If I am not worried about you, who else can I be worried about?" The man lowered his head and pecked his young wife on the lips.

I secretly swore in my heart: whether it’s a daughter or a son, this is the only one.

Shen Zhihuan laughed in his heart.

It sounds like the truth.

In the past life, we saw many cases in social news where a man had just died and the woman remarried, or the man married a new woman before the woman's body was even cold.

It is easy to keep something for a moment, but it is too difficult to keep it for a lifetime.

However, she was not so domineering as to not allow others to remarry after someone died.

Shaking off the negative energy in his mind that made him feel negative, Shen Zhihuan reached out and touched the man's chin, "Is the yard still empty now?"

The short stubble is a bit prickly.

The prickles made her slender white fingertips feel numb.

"It's empty, what's wrong? Who wants to live there?" Su Ziyu looked surprised.

The yard originally belonged to one of his comrades-in-arms. Because his mother was seriously ill and he needed money urgently, he thought of selling the house.

They are all poor soldiers, who can afford so much money?

The most important thing is that the location of his yard is not good, and it is old and dilapidated.

During that time, there were one or two people who wanted to buy, but when they saw the yard, they shook their heads.

His father, a comrade-in-arms, passed away when he was very young, and his mother raised the two siblings.

Later, the brother and sister grew up, and the comrade's sister married an officer. Due to work reasons, the comrade's sister and brother-in-law went to another city.

Due to the special nature of my comrade's work, when his sister and brother-in-law left, they took my mother with them.

Since my comrades stayed in the army all year round, the yard became empty.

The yard has been uninhabited and unattended for a long time...

The situation is imaginable.