Lu Zhining does not deny it: "We have known each other for many years, but we have not been in touch for many years."
Qian's father hears this and thinks that this is a fate given by God! Ignore the last sentence: "That's perfect! The man is unmarried, the woman is unmarried, and they have known each other for a long time! No wonder my wife wants to match you two up; fate can't be stopped!"
Lu Zhining's mouth twitches twice, and his always sharp intuition is confirmed again: "I feel it, but doesn't she have a boyfriend?"
In fact, everyone can see the intention of Qian's mother, but I don't know if Zhou Ji'an, the idiot, can see it, but she probably doesn't think too much, like a single-celled organism.
Qian's father sighs: "She had a date before, but that guy is not a good man. He was two-timing and broke Zhouzhou's heart."
Lu Zhining holds his hand and pauses: "When did it happen?"
Qian's father hums, as if thinking: "If I remember correctly, the breakup should have happened when Zhouzhou was in her senior year, but we didn't ask about the exact time because we were afraid that she would be sad."
"I know a little about her ex-boyfriend's family environment. His mother restricted him a lot, and his father was very good at business. He is excellent in many aspects, but... hey, I don't know he would hurt Zhouzhou. I should have asked friends to find out more."
Qian's father looked guilty. He really regards Zhou Ji'an as his daughter. This child was filial and sensible. She never makes people worry. She solves problems by herself. Her family didn't seem to care much about her, which made him feel distressed.
Just as the two are talking about Zhou Ji'an's previous relationship, Zhou Ji'an, who slips out of the door, feels that the blood in her body is rushing to the top of her head.
She could clearly feel the temperature on her face rising sharply. She even deliberately stays outside for a while before going in.
Just after returning to the kitchen, Qian's mother points at the redness on both sides of her face and asks, "What's wrong? You're so red." Hearing Qian's mother's words, she pretends to be calm, holds her five fingers together, and fans herself like a fan: "I walk a little fast."
Qian's mother looks at her suspiciously.
Zhou Ji'an is afraid that she will see something. In fact, she herself doesn't know why she is so nervous: "I'm going out to drink some water. I'm a little thirsty. The weather is too hot."
The window next to Qian's mother is opened and a cool breeze blows from time to time: "..."
After understanding the general situation, Lu Zhining presses the chess piece on the chessboard with a cold face, and a small dent appears between each of his two fingers: "Too stupid."
Qian's father takes a sip of tea and swallows the words "What do you think of Xiao Zhou?" back into his stomach like the tea he just drank.
The disappointment is beyond words: "In fact, Xiao Zhou is quite smart, works hard and seriously, and is a very motivated kid. It's just that she is too easily bullied in terms of love."
Qian's father really thinks that Zhou Ji'an is very good. She has been with his daughter, Qian Wenyu for so many years. Just for this reason, he thinks that this is a good kid. He will not doubt his child's picky eyes for someone that Qian Wenyu has recognized. Moreover, after a long time of getting along, he has also confirmed that his judgment is correct.
The more Qian's father thinks about this, the more he likes Zhou Ji'an. He wishes that the two of them could be together right away. After all, they are all cabbages grown under their eyes, and there is no possibility that they will be pushed away by pigs. Besides, the fat water will not flow into the fields of outsiders.
Lu Zhining looks at the chessboard; his pupils are as dark as the black pieces in his hand. "Yes, she has loved to be wronged since she was a child, and she is a punching bag. And Dr. Qian, I think she should not know your intentions or Mrs. Qian's intentions, right? Judging from her IQ."
In life, Qian's father, who rarely sees his students so mean, smiles meaningfully: "You two had a good relationship before, right? Otherwise, why are you so angry?"
Qian's mother then remembers that she had been thinking about that thing before and couldn't wait to let the two children be alone together. So she knocks on the door and shouts, "What are two grown men whispering in the study? Come out and play!"
The teacher's wife says something, and it is hard to take it back. Lu Zhining throws down a sentence: "Just a classmate."
Qian's father looks at his back as he stands up and leaves. "..."
No wonder the saying goes that if you teach your apprentice well, you may starve yourself to death.
Lu Zhining stares at the woman, who is sitting on the sofa with her back to him and is about to drink water.
He hurries over with a few steps as if he is going to kick someone. Then he suddenly stops, takes a deep breath, and walks away slowly. There is no trace of the previous rush. Then he sits down next to Zhou Ji'an very naturally.
Zhou Ji'an's bold sitting posture immediately becomes upright. She takes a sip of water nervously and chokes normally: "Cough, cough, cough, cough."
Lu Zhining takes the cup from her hand, and the water in the cup is like the waves in her heart.
But she soon forgets the feeling on her hand and turns her attention to her back, because he is patting her gently, one after another.
She has never been treated like this by him. Usually, he would slap her several times, and even her lunch would be slapped out.
As a wild boar, she couldn't eat fine bran.