How Could He Possibly Like Me?

Chapter 20

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In the next few days, Meng Shuyu realized what kind of hot potato he had picked up.

She had seen before that the glass wall in Zhou Juan's office was mostly one-way light transmitting, and she occasionally wondered what he was doing in the office.

Unexpectedly, from that day on, Zhou Juan seemed to have forgotten to press the remote control, and the glass wall was always so "open".

To her sitting in the cubicle, this transparent wall was completely useless.

It's just like what Tang Xuanxuan described, it's Zhou Jun who raises his head, it's Zhou Jun who lowers his head, and it's Zhou Jun who lingers for 360 degrees.

Whether he looked at her or not, she felt that he was looking at her.

But Meng Shuyu had already given up on Tang Xuanxuan, asking her to calm down for a few days, and also teased her for being hopeless.

If she regrets it now, she won't be the only one who has no future.

Although after the nightclub incident, she and Tang Xuanxuan could be called "sisters" in private, but they were still superiors and subordinates in the company. How could they manage things in the future if the majesty of changing things day and night was gone.

Meng Shuyu thought to herself, just endure it. After a week, she would return this hot potato to Tang Xuanxuan next week.

Five days later, Saturday morning.

Because there were some unfinished things piled up, Meng Shuyu had to go to the company to work overtime.

Thinking that the entire eighth floor would be hers on Saturday, she would finally be able to concentrate on her work, but as soon as she arrived at the company, she met Tan Qin in the elevator.

"Talk about the department," Meng Shuyu walked into the elevator and bumped into each other, "It's a big weekend, you come to the company to work overtime."

"Huh? That's not true."

Meng Shuyu thought that he asked a nonsense question purely for the purpose of greeting, but he did not expect to hear a negative answer.

Coming to the company is not about working overtime, that is...

"Mr. Zhou is working overtime. I'll come over and wait for him to finish his work and then we'll go to Nanhuai together."

“…”

"Mr. Zhou is also in the company today?" Meng Shuyu accidentally raised her voice.

"Ah... yes, are you unhappy that Mr. Zhou is here?"

Let’s talk about Qin. He looks different from other ministers.

Perhaps it was because of his handsome appearance, his homophonic name, and his tendency to drawl when speaking - at least in front of Meng Shuyu, so she always felt that he was not serious.

Meng Shuyu quickly shook his head: "How could it be possible? I was just a little surprised and didn't hear Mr. Zhou say it in advance. If I didn't come today, there would be no one around him."

While they were talking, the elevator reached the eighth floor. Meng Shuyu made a greeting gesture to Tan Qinxian and then got out of the elevator.

After leaving his bag in the office, Meng Shuyu thought that it would be okay if he didn't know. Everyone knew that Zhou Jun was there, so it was unreasonable not to say hello. After turning on the computer, he went to the other side first.

Probably because there is no one on the eighth floor today, not only the walls of Zhou Juan's office are "open", but the door is also open.

As soon as Meng Shuyu got closer, he heard Tan Qin's clear voice -

"You don't have a girlfriend? Then why did the old man whisper to me on the phone, asking you if you would bring anyone over today, and why you didn't treat me well at the hospital before?"

Meng Shuyu seemed to be stepping on a high-voltage wire, one foot forward and one foot back, stranded by the door.

In the office, Zhou Juan looked up.

Meng Shuyu immediately raised her heels, looked in and said, "Mr. Zhou, I have nothing to do, so I just came to tell you that I will be here today. If you need anything, just call me."

Mr. Zhou nodded and pointed at Meng Shuyu to Tan Qin.

Tan Qin turned around and said, "Oh - not my girlfriend, but Assistant Meng?"

Meng Shuyu couldn't pretend not to hear anymore. She cleared her throat and walked over, clasping her hands in front of her: "Did your grandparents ask about me..."

"Well," Zhou Juan seemed to have already planned, "I will tell them that you are too busy with work."

Meng Shuyu hissed softly: "That's not a good idea. Your general manager, who manages everything all day long, is free. What's the matter with my general assistant being busier than you? Besides, you should have used it when you went there last week. This is an excuse..."

"Then what excuse do you have?"

Tan Qin listened for a while and understood the truth: "Hey, it was Assistant Meng who acted with you. Otherwise, let's just say that you had a quarrel and broke up. Anyway, the old man's condition is stable for the time being, so he won't be overheard." ?”

Meng Shuyu's eyelids twitched: "Don't, don't, don't, just in case!"

The last time Grandpa Zhou Jun entered the emergency room had something to do with her answering the phone by mistake. If it happened again, she would really be a sinner!

Zhou Juan raised his hand and pressed his eyebrows, looking like he had a headache.

Meng Shuyu followed his movements and saw the injury on his right wrist that had not yet been stitched out, and felt choked in her heart.

Although she still doesn't know the true relationship between the old couple and Zhou Juan, judging from Zhou Juan's attitude towards them, it is definitely no less than a family relationship with blood thicker than water.

There must be something really important that made Zhou Juan lie to them about his girlfriend.

Meng Shuyu thought for a while and asked tentatively: "When will you go there today?"

"Let's go to Nanhuai before dinner." Talking about the Qin Dynasty, Zhou Juan nuzzled his chin, "Isn't it Juan?"

"Um."

"Then I should have finished my work. How about -" Meng Shuyu looked at Zhou Juan, "I'll go with you?"

At four o'clock in the afternoon, Meng Shuyu took Zhou Jun's car to the southern suburbs of Nanhuai.

From the city to the suburbs, the closer you get to the southern suburbs, the older the houses become. When they get to the junction of urban and rural areas where they got off the bus, all you can see are old private houses and courtyards.

The slanting sun shines on the courtyard doors of each house, reflecting the rust marks on the railings.

Meng Shuyu followed Zhou Juan and Tan Qin out of the car and walked towards the courtyard gate at the end.

Seeing that Tan Qin was leading the way, Meng Shuyu looked at Zhou Juan on his left: "Your hand isn't healed yet, so... don't hold it anymore, right?"

"Yeah." Zhou Juan raised his elbow to leave a corner of space.

Meng Shuyu's eyes condensed, she turned her head to look forward, raised her hand and slowly passed through his arm, holding him.

Zhou Juan retracted his arm and brought her closer to him.

Meng Shuyu kicked off the fight: "Please take it easy..."

"Then just relax."

“…”

Meng Shuyu straightened her back and stepped firmly.

Tan Qin from the front opened the courtyard door and called "Grandma" inside.

Huang Guifen came over immediately: "Hey! Xiao Qin and Xiao Juan are here?"

"There's Xiao Meng here too." Meng Shuyu said hello with a smile as he was familiar with her.

"Xiao Meng is here too. Grandma has been looking forward to you for the past half month!" Huang Guifen wiped her wet hands on her apron and hugged her back affectionately, "Come here, your grandpa is so energetic. He can't stop once he's done. He's been practicing calligraphy all afternoon. You two should persuade him to take a rest..."

Zhou Jun took Meng Shuyu into the hall.

Chang Qiushi was standing by the desk writing. When he heard the noise, he put down his pen and put down his reading glasses: "Xiao Juan and Xiao Meng are here?"

"It's me, grandpa," Meng Shuyu stepped forward, "Are you feeling better recently?"

Tan Qin curled his lips: "Grandpa, you are already focusing on girls over boys. If I dare to love you, I will be invisible in your eyes, right?"

"Then you have to sit in the back row." Chang Qiushi waved his hand and motioned for Tan Qin to step aside, and looked at Meng Shuyu carefully, "Grandpa is getting better. Grandpa will be even better once you and Xiao Juan come here!"

"Then I'll have to come more -" Meng Shuyu sweetened her words without thinking. After saying this, she found that she had dug another hole for herself. She tilted her head and looked at Zhou Juan in embarrassment.

"Well, I'll bring you more." Zhou Juan smiled naturally, looked at the book table not far away and asked, "What are you writing?"

"I lost all my energy after being ill, so I wrote a thousand-word essay. You came just in time. Let's see if Grandpa's writing has deteriorated?"

"Let me take a look." Zhou Juan followed Chang Qiushi to the bookcase.

Meng Shuyu saw her grandfather and grandson discussing calligraphy, and Tan Qin sat on the sofa aside, chatting with Huang Guifen who brought tea.

After chatting for a while, I turned around and saw Chang Qiushi on the other side of the desk handing the Langhao pen to Zhou Juan: "You haven't written for grandpa for a long time, and I just happened to write one today."

"Your sudden mention made me fail." Zhou Jun took the pen and thought for a moment, "I'll write something for you to suit the occasion."

Meng Shuyu looked over worriedly.

Probably because he didn't want his grandparents to ask, Zhou Juan buttoned up his shirt cufflinks and covered the gauze tightly before coming to Nanhuai.

So Chang Qiushi probably didn't know that Zhou Jun was injured on his wrist.

Meng Shuyu thought about giving Zhou Jun a solution, and said with an embarrassed look: "How about I write one? I also learned calligraphy when I was a child, but I haven't practiced it for many years..."

"That's great, Xiao Meng, come here!"

Zhou Juan glanced at Meng Shuyu who came forward, lowered his head and whispered in her ear: "Writing is no longer in the way."

"Oh," so Zhou Juan was not trying to dodge just now, but he really didn't think about what to write, "then it's up to you, my writing is not good..."

"Let's go together." Zhou Juan handed the pen into her palm.

Meng Shuyu took the pen, but before she understood what "together" meant, Zhou Juan's palm had already covered the back of her hand and he held the pen with her.

The person also stood beside her and got close to her back.

Meng Shuyu's heart and liver trembled, and she blinked slowly.

... Good guy, how do you write calligraphy with calligraphy

Meng Shuyu stood lightly, her heart seemed to be suspended in the air, and her hands were no longer under her control. They were wrapped in Zhou Juan's palm, letting him dip in ink, write down, and move as he pleased.

When she came back to her senses and lowered her head, the word "Yesterday" suddenly fell on the rice paper.

"What are you going to write about..." Meng Shuyu squeezed the sweat from her palms and asked in a low voice.

Zhou Jun's lowered voice came from above his head: "Your name."

Meng Shuyu suddenly understood, and the soul that had left the body returned to its place. Following Zhou Jun, he started writing and wrote the song "Like a Dream" by Li Qingzhao -

It was raining and windy last night, and I couldn't get rid of the remaining wine after a deep sleep. When I asked the person behind the curtain, I found that Begonia was still the same. Do you know? It should be green, red and thin.

The sun was setting outside the window, and the golden and red light coated the rice paper in rounds, dyeing the gray and white colors richly.

It really seems to lead people into an unreal dream.

After writing the words, Meng Shuyu and Zhou Jun quickly "separated".

Chang Qiushi praised both his calligraphy and the fact that the poem containing Meng Shuyu's name really suited the occasion. He happily said that he would frame it and hang it on the living room wall.

Meng Shuyu looked up and saw that Tan Qin and Huang Guifen were no longer in the room.

Tan Qinfa's bitter voice came from outside: "Grandma, are there any pickled fish to eat tonight?"

"There is indeed a snakehead fish in the tank. Why do you suddenly want to eat pickled fish?"

"Because I can't calligraphy and I don't have a girlfriend. Now I'm sour, dishy and redundant. Okay, I'll kill the fish right now."

"..." Meng Shuyu touched her nose and glanced at Zhou Juan, "How about I help grandma with the attack?"

Zhou Juan nodded: "Go if you're not tired. I'll stay with grandpa for a while."

Meng Shuyu turned around and went to the kitchen, asked Huang Guifen for some simple work, washed a handful of celery in front of the sink, and picked the leaves one by one.

Huang Guifen saw that her hands were delicate and delicate, and she was very careful when doing her work. There was nothing to worry about, but the fish-killer by the water tank in the yard was screaming ghostly, saying "Go out and take a look" and hurried out of the kitchen. .

Meng Shuyu told her to go ahead and concentrate on choosing dishes in front of the cooking table.

Halfway through the selection, my eyes flashed, and a piece of plain cloth fell from my pocket.

Meng Shuyu raised his eyes and saw an apron.

Before he knew who it was, a pair of arms were wrapped around his waist.

Meng Shuyu's waist instantly became soft and turned into mud. Between the two layers of shirts, the areas where the skin touched were also trembling and hot.

There was no need to look back, she knew who had given this physical reaction.

The gesture of the person behind him tying his apron seemed to be pulled into slow motion, and every inch of the movement from front to back was painfully slow.

Meng Shuyu couldn't even tell whether he had slowed down his movements or if there was something wrong with his senses.

She clutched the leaves at her fingertips tightly, not daring to look back and asked: "Aren't you... accompanying grandpa?"

Zhou Juan's voice sounded above his head with a smile: "After thinking about it, I'd better come and accompany my girlfriend."

The author has something to say: Zhou Juan, what's the matter with you? Wearing an apron is like filming a love action movie