Twenty minutes later, the game is still going on.
Han Ting raised his chin, frowned, lost in thought, and then took the next step cautiously: "General."
Jiang Fuyue sat up straight, and the "scholar" moved forward to protect the "general".
Temporarily relieve the crisis.
Han Ting: "Again."
Jiang Fuyue's "scholar" returned to his throne.
In the end, Han Ting grabbed her car back and ate her car!
Jiang Fuyue clicked her tongue lightly.
Han Ting looked up and looked at her with a smirk: "Hey..."
After forty minutes, the game of chess was finally over.
Although Jiang Fuyue won in the end, it was not as easy as winning the old man.
Han Ting scratched his head, not frustrated: "I just said that my skills are not good, look, I really lost, and I played for so long..."
He thought it was normal for the old man to decide the winner in ten or twenty minutes.
As everyone knows, the more difficult the opponent is, the more evenly matched the two sides are, the longer the time will be delayed.
"How long have you been studying?" Jiang Fuyue said suddenly.
"Ah? What are you studying?" Han Ting was out of state.
"Chess."
"en..." He thought for a while, "Two months? Yes, more than two months, less than three months, what's the matter?"
Jiang Fuyue suddenly had a complicated expression.
"sister?"
"It's okay, you are very talented."
"...?"
Once, Ye Qianji said that Lou Mingyue's chess learning was of the highest quality.
But now Jiang Fuyue can feel that Han Ting's talent in chess, at least in chess, should be better than her.
After all, when she learned chess for two or three months in her previous life, she couldn't play at this level.
Han Ting was a little confused, and didn't believe it at all, thinking that his sister was comforting him.
But he still accepted this love, so he showed a grateful smile to Jiang Fuyue.
Jiang Fuyue knew that he had misunderstood, so she didn't explain, she just asked: "Do you like chess?"
"I didn't like it when I didn't understand it before, but after knowing the rules, I think it's quite fun. It's like the beheading game, eradicating the minions all the way, and finally killing the big boss. Of course, if the level is high, you can also assassinate by airborne..."
Speaking of games, the kid's eyes lit up, but he was excited.
After Han Ting went upstairs and returned to his room, Jiang Fuyue found Han Shen.
"Yueyue? Why are you here?" Seeing Jiang Fuyue looking for him in the study, Han Shen was quite surprised.
She didn't talk nonsense, and simply talked about her playing chess with Han Ting.
Han Shen didn't quite understand, and his dazed look was exactly the same as Han Ting's. He really deserved to be a father and son: "...chess? When will the brat know how to play chess?"
Don't you hold that broken basketball all day
The corner of Jiang Fuyue's mouth twitched, how much did she not pay attention to her son
Are you sure it's your own
Jiang Fuyue once again solemnly said: "Han Ting can play chess, and he is very talented in this aspect."
"Just him? Talent? Yueyue, stop kidding..." Han Shen waved his hands, as if hearing some funny joke.
Jiang Fuyue's face was slightly cold: "Uncle, do you think I'm joking?"
Han Shen's smile faltered, his eyes froze slightly, he met her serious eyes, and it took him a while to realize: "...Really?"
"Um."
"But I still don't quite believe it. That brat has been out of shape since he was a child. This..." suddenly told him that the brat is actually pretty good
To be honest, Han Shen is also a person who is used to seeing strong winds and waves, and he still feels caught off guard and unbelievable.
Maybe he was disappointed too much, and he gradually gave up hope. He didn't even think about handing over the position of heir to Han Ting. When he retires, he will hire professional managers to manage the company.
Han Shen: "Maybe he hit it by mistake? Or did he play a little bit better? As for talent... can't you talk about it?"
"Uncle, he almost beat me." Jiang Fuyue reminded him every word.
Han Shen froze, then lowered his eyes and fell into deep thought.
After a long time, he raised his eyes again, and his dark pupils glowed faintly: "Yueyue, do you think Ah Ting is talented?"
"yes."
"How tall?"
"It's worthy of being a national player."
Han Shen was startled.
…
After finishing what should be said, Jiang Fuyue left the study and returned to her own room.
After taking a shower, changing into pajamas, and picking up the mobile phone on the dressing table, I realized that there were three missed calls, and they were all from the same person!
She hurriedly called back. After the beep, the other end was quickly connected, but she didn't take the initiative to speak.
have to! Angry.
"...Professor Xie?" Jiang Fuyue tentatively opened her mouth, her cool and sweet voice was somewhat coaxing: "Are you asleep?"
"… No."
"Look at the moon tonight..." Uh!
The moment Jiang Fuyue looked at the sky through the window, her words also stopped abruptly.
Because, there is no moon tonight.
The other end obviously noticed it too, and sighed softly: "Perfunctory people don't even know how to find a better topic."
"Where's the perfunctory? I'm obviously coaxing you."
"Coax, coax me?"
"Yeah, you're angry, and I did it, shouldn't I have a good time coaxing you?"
On the other side, Xie Dingyuan held up his mobile phone, and his ears suddenly turned red.
Well, it must be that the temperature of the phone screen is too high!
"I'm sorry, I went home and my phone was in the room upstairs, so I didn't hear your call."
Immediately, Xie Dingyuan was like a wilted ball, losing all anger.
"I heard from Mr. Xu and Professor Peter that you left the laboratory this afternoon and haven't answered the phone. I thought something happened..."
Jiang Fuyue didn't answer the phone, usually because she was working and the phone was turned to silent or turned off directly.
But when he was not working, he still didn't answer the phone, no wonder Xie Dingyuan was worried.
"It's fine."
"You are at home?"
Xie Dingyuan: "Well. What about you?"
"Me too."
The man rolled his Adam's apple: "After taking a shower? In the room?"
Jiang Fuyue: "Yes."
"Then...can you make a video?"
"OK."
The two hung up the phone and switched to video chat.
The moment it was connected, Jiang Fuyue in a pink suspender nightdress appeared on the screen, and the hazy yellow light hit the girl's snow-white and thin shoulders, smashing into a piece of tenderness.
A slender neck, delicate collarbone, covered with smooth and fair skin like milk jelly.
The man stared blankly.
Gudong—
He swallowed reluctantly.
Jiang Fuyue blinked: "Are you thirsty?"
"Thirsty... still hot."
"?" It's late autumn, where is it still hot
Oh, guess Xie Dingyuan is the same as her, the floor heating is turned on in the room, isn't she also wearing a nightdress
The two chatted for a while.
During this period, Xie Dingyuan's eyes wandered, and every time he touched the screen, his eyes flicked away.
Jiang Fuyue: "...do you still have something to do?"
This person has obsessive-compulsive disorder, and she knows it. She probably hasn't finished today's task, and she is too embarrassed to hang up on her own initiative, so she can't sit still.
Xie Dingyuan: "... what?"
Jiang Fuyue understands this kind of mood very well, she is also like this.
"Then you go to work, go to bed early after work, good night!"
After speaking, the call is over.
Xie Dingyuan: "?" This
…
When Jiang Fuyue went downstairs the next day, Han Shen, Han Ting and his son were already sitting in the dining room having breakfast.
The atmosphere between father and son is not very happy.
Han Ting managed to take a weekend off and sleep in late. Unlike his uncle, he could be a pig at home except for filming, and he could sleep as long as he wanted.
Therefore, he especially cherishes the lazy time during holidays and weekends, but this morning his father didn't know what the wind was, and he rushed into the bedroom directly and dragged him out of the bed
Han Ting was staring in a daze at the time, his eyes were also blurred by drowsiness, and he was sleepy.
In a trance, he thought it was a dream, so he waved a fly gesture to his father: go away, go away, I'm so annoying...
Han Shen saw that he couldn't wake up, so he went straight to it.
After squatting on the buttocks and being beaten twice, Han Ting was completely awake.
Looking at the time, it's only seven fifty!
"...Dad, are you crazy?" Soul asked.
The one who responded to him was his father's loving clap, which made him howl.
"Get up, wash up, give you a quarter of an hour to clean yourself up, and then go downstairs for breakfast."
Han Ting sat on the bed full of resentment, with an exploding chicken coop on his head, feeling hopeless.
"Oh, by the way." Before leaving, Han Shen did not forget to turn around and tell him, "Wear more formally. That custom-made white tuxedo is not bad."
Han Ting: Are you really sick? You can't go to a banquet early in the morning, can you? And he's wearing a fucking tuxedo
In the end, his elbow still didn't twist his thigh, so Han Ting could only go downstairs dressed like a human.
At this time, he was eating a sandwich and whining loudly: "Dad, you made me dress like this, where are you taking me? Could it be a blind date? You, you, you finally want me to be sold to another wealthy family as a pawn." Have you married a son-in-law?!"
"...something happened."