How Could He Possibly Like Me?

Chapter 25

Views:

25

After this, not a single sound came from the whole place, and Zhou Jun was also silent.

Meng Shuyu stared at the silent screen for a while, threw the phone aside, and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

It seems that he doesn't really care about not getting a reply.

After all, being able to render someone like Zhou Jun speechless is undoubtedly a success in another sense.

Meng Shuyu even thought optimistically that every step in life was indeed meaningful.

The days when she was humiliated completely by Zhou Jun finally made her as shameless as she is now.

After a busy week of performance appraisals, on the day of the compensatory holiday, everyone in Sendai was filled with festive atmosphere.

With just one sentence, Zhou Jun gave the administrative department half a day off in advance.

It is said that this is to prevent employees who drive themselves home from catching up with rush hour traffic.

Meng Shuyu visited various departments at noon, and heard people praising Zhou Jun for his humanity everywhere he went.

If she were just an ordinary employee, she would probably be grateful to Zhou Jun at this time.

But I couldn’t be happy no matter how I thought about it, as I hadn’t seen Zhou Jun for seven days turned into seven and a half days.

At twelve o'clock noon, the entire office building was empty. Meng Shuyu came back from the cafeteria after having a quick meal and saw that Zhou Jun's office had been tidy and no one was there.

Are you in such a hurry to catch the flight? You don't even say hello and have a nice vacation.

Today, all the colleagues in the company saw her say this, but he kept his mouth shut tighter than a clam.

Meng Shuyu went downstairs listlessly, pulling the suitcase he had brought to the company in advance, and ran into Tan Qin in the lobby.

"Assistant Meng, are you going back to Nanhuai?" Tan Qin dangled the car keys between his fingers and walked forward like a driver soliciting passengers at the exit of a high-speed railway station.

"Well, are you still not leaving?"

"Let's go. I'm going back to Nanhuai. Do you want to take a ride?"

"No need," Meng Shuyu waved his hand, "I've already bought the high-speed rail ticket."

"You take Mr. Zhou's car instead of mine. Do you really think I'm not tall enough? Things have become so inward-looking now?" Tan Qin muttered to himself.

Meng Shuyu was confused by the question, and he gestured at his height: "Assistant Meng, although I am not 187cm tall, I am at least 178cm tall. Is my appearance not good enough for you?"

"I don't mind your height. Your figure is one of the best in our Sendai..." Meng Shuyu paused after each word, "To be honest, Mr. Zhou is the best, but you are definitely one of the best."

"Then my car is parked right outside the door. Is that really inappropriate?"

"No need to trouble you."

She didn't have much luggage to begin with, and Zhou Jun had taken half a day off in advance, so there wouldn't be too much traffic on the way back. Now seeing Tan Qin making strange gestures here, it was even more impossible for her to get in his car.

She had already been involved with one of Zhou Jun's brothers, and absolutely could not involve a second one at this juncture.

It is imperative to change her image of a bad woman in front of Zhou Jun.

"Okay, I'm leaving now. Be careful on your way back."

Tan Qin waved and left the hall, got into the car, opened Zhou Jun's WeChat dialog box, and pressed the "press and hold to talk" button -

"If you want me to give someone a ride, they have to be willing to take my car."

"She looked at me like she was guarding against a thief, wanting to stay as far away from me as possible."

"Oh, and you're right. This girl doesn't like to be shown affection. Just keep tense."

Meng Shuyu took the high-speed train and arrived home just in time for dinner.

When she walked in and looked into the living room, she saw that the dining table was already filled with dishes, and each plate was covered with a transparent insulation cover, waiting for her to remove it.

Meng Shuyu changed his shoes, walked through the entrance, and shouted to the kitchen: "Dad, Mom, I'm back!"

"Xiaoyu is home, hurry up and serve the soup!" Fang Manzhen said to Meng Zhouping as she came out and took Meng Shuyu's mini suitcase. "Did it get squeezed on the way?"

"Fortunately, our leader gave us half a day off in advance, so I didn't catch the peak when I arrived."

"Your new leader is quite humane."

Meng Shuyu wrinkled his nose: "He just had to catch a plane and felt embarrassed to leave first so he let everyone else go."

"Then it's a good thing to take advantage of someone for free. Otherwise, you'll have to be home at least until ten o'clock tonight. Come on, wash your face and hands. It's time for dinner."

Meng Shuyu went back to the bedroom to wash up, and when he came out he saw Meng Zhouping and Fang Manzhen were already at the table.

The lids of the dishes on the table were also uncovered.

Meng Shuyu sat down opposite Fang Manzhen and picked up his chopsticks: "I'm starving. Today is a holiday and there's nothing delicious in the cafeteria at noon."

"What do you mean by death? You're saying something unlucky right after you walk in the door!" Meng Zhouping glared at her.

"Oh, Dad, it's bad enough that you quibble about words at school every day, and you're still like this when you come back. I'm not your student." Meng Shuyu thought of something before he started eating, and took out his phone to take a picture of the table full of food.

Meng Zhouping pointed at her and said, "You washed your hands and still picked up your phone. Your hands were washed in vain!"

"It's so rare for Xiaoyu to come home now, so you better stop talking!" Fang Manzhen glared at Meng Zhouping and put a cola chicken wing into his bowl, "Eat yours!"

Meng Shuyu didn't listen to their bickering. He carefully added a food filter to the photo and sent it to Zhou Jun.

I thought about asking him if he had eaten on the plane, but then I remembered that he left without saying goodbye today, so I typed a few words and then deleted them.

Post a photo to show your presence, while keeping a cool head and not saying anything - it's just right.

Meng Zhouping and Fang Manzhen stopped talking after a few words and looked at Meng Shuyu who had a smug look on his face.

Smelling the quiet air, Meng Shuyu glanced at the two of them, put down his phone and picked up his chopsticks again.

Before I had taken two bites, I heard a vibration next to my hand.

Meng Shuyu glanced at Meng Zhouping and saw that he was eating with his head down, so he stretched out his hand again.

Pick up the phone and take a look -

Tencent News.

Meng Shuyu locked the screen.

"Whose news is so important?" Meng Zhouping glanced at her.

"No one, news push."

"So why are you so disappointed?"

"I thought someone was praising our cooking, but when I saw it was on the news, of course I was disappointed," Meng Shuyu said with a smile.

"You mean you turned Xiao Cheng down and didn't make any new friends afterwards?"

"Dad, why are you bringing this up again? I'm only 25..."

"Isn't my age twenty-six? After the Chinese New Year in three months, I can say I'm twenty-seven, right?"

"How come you calculated me to be two years older? According to this calculation, my boss would be thirty after the Chinese New Year, and he is still single."

"Don't your boss's family urge you?"

Meng Shuyu coughed lightly and said, "I urged you to hurry me, but my leader was very smart. He found a fake partner to fool his family. So, compared to that, I was very obedient. At least I didn't lie to you."

"You're still proud."

"Your dad doesn't mean to force you," Fang Manzhen and Meng Zhouping united this time, "I just see that you are always so picky, so I want you to look around more. If you don't have anyone to meet now, your dad has a friend's son in Hangzhou who might be a good match. Why don't you add him on WeChat and chat?"

Meng Shuyu hissed softly, "Dad, it's been less than two months, and you've already come out of the shadow of my breakup with Jian Cheng?"

"I would like you and Xiao Cheng to try again. If you don't want me to force you to do it? Of course, we can only wait and see."

Meng Shuyu muttered, "... What if I have someone I'm in contact with?"

"Got it?" Meng Zhouping and Fang Manzhen put down their chopsticks in unison.

Meng Shuyu just asked casually, but he didn't expect the two of them to get so excited.

She choked on the food she was swallowing and drank some soup to moisten her throat: "There is a hint of fate."

"Where are you from?"

"Like me, I'm working in Hangzhou now, but my home is in Nanhuai."

"That's perfect!"

"Isn't that just right?" Meng Shuyu picked up the dishes with a guilty conscience, thinking that "the character 八 (eight characters) has a stroke" was an exaggerated rhetorical device, and her father, who was a Chinese teacher, should be able to understand it. "So don't worry about it. I will try my best to draw that stroke before I turn twenty-seven."

After the meal, Zhou Jun still didn't reply.

Meng Shuyu thought that there should be wifi on international flights, and it was impossible for him to sleep at this time. If he didn't reply, it must be because he was too lazy to reply, so he put the phone aside.

After dinner and a shower, Meng Shuyu put on a facial mask and lay on the sofa in the living room, ready to cast the screen to watch a variety show. When she picked up her phone, she found that Zhou Jun had replied to her twenty minutes ago.

Like her, he didn't say anything and sent a video.

Meng Shuyu clicked it open and saw the scenery of Zhou Jun’s grandparents’ house.

In the picture, there is one meat dish, three vegetable dishes and one soup on the table in front of Chang Qiushi, and he is greeting the camera.

Huang Guifen probably wasn't very good at using a smartphone, so the picture was a bit shaky, and the picture floated here and there, and finally fell on the wall in the hall.

There was a new calligraphy hanging on the wall, which was the poem "Ru Meng Ling" that Zhou Jun had held her hand and written a while ago.

"Xiaojun, your grandfather has been in good spirits these days. Today he framed your and Xiaomeng's calligraphy and hung it on the wall. Do you think it looks beautiful?"

The video ends here.

Meng Shuyu sent a message with doubt in his eyes: How come the video your grandma gave you was transferred to me

Zhou Jun: Let me send it to you for your review.

I don’t know if it was because he was left alone for twenty minutes, but Zhou Jun replied to the message immediately this time.

Meng Shuyu thought that he had given a very good bath, and it was so wonderful that Zhou Jun couldn't stand. He happily opened the video and watched it again.

Suddenly, Fang Manzhen's voice sounded above my head: "Isn't this Dean Chang?"

Meng Shuyu was so scared that the facial mask almost fell off: "Mom, why don't you make any sound when you walk?"

"You were too focused on the video."

Meng Shuyu put away his phone: "What are you talking about, Dean?"

"Isn't the person in your video the former director of Qiming Welfare Home?"

"Director of the welfare home?" Meng Shuyu sat up and took off the mask. "Do our families know each other?"

"Your dad's school used to organize a charity and went to that orphanage to teach the children to read. Didn't you go there too?"

"I've been there too? When? I don't remember."

"It happened a long time ago, when you were five or six years old. At that time, your father was on summer vacation, and you pestered him to go out and play with you. Your father had to do charity work and couldn't leave, so he took you to the orphanage and threw you in a group of other children. I told your father that there were children of all ages there, and many of them were used to being wild and had no sense of propriety when playing."

Meng Shuyu thought about what Fang Manzhen had said and vaguely remembered that this was the case.

But if Fang Manzhen hadn't mentioned it now, she wouldn't have remembered that it was an orphanage.

I have the impression that there were a lot of children inside and it felt like a kindergarten.

"Oh, is it that one time I broke my knee and you two had a fight, and I never went there again after that...?"

"Yes, thank goodness you didn't have a scar."

"Mom, besides the ones organized by the company, will the rich people in Nanhuai also go there to do charity work?"

"That should be the case. It is the largest children's welfare home in Nanhuai."

Meng Shuyu sent a message to Zhou Jun: My dad actually knows your grandfather. He said that he used to do charity work at the welfare home that your grandfather managed. Has your family been there too

After waiting for a few minutes, Zhou Jun replied with a "hmm".

So Zhou Jun and the two old people might have met when the Zhou family was doing charity work.

Quite loving.

You are so loving, why can't you be more generous to her

Meng Shuyu: Then I understand.

Zhou Jun:

Meng Shuyu: Both my family and your family have accumulated virtue in the past, so now you meet me.

Meng Shuyu read the message he had sent out, quickly withdrew it, and changed it to: Both my family and your family have accumulated virtue in the past, so now I meet you.

The other side didn't reply.

Meng Shuyu continued: Let me tell you, my parents just said they have found a new blind date for me.

Zhou Jun: So

Meng Shuyu: Do you want me to go? I heard that the other party is very outstanding and happens to work in Hangzhou.

Zhou Jun: Go if you want to.

Meng Shuyu: You don't understand me. I am a very dedicated person. How could I do such a half-hearted thing? I refused on the spot. Did I do a good job

Zhou Jun: Yes.

Meng Shuyu took a deep breath.

Zhou Jun: Be less wasteful and do more good deeds.

"… "

Meng Shuyu's tone became depressed again.

Meng Shuyu: Can I use the virtue I have accumulated to harm you

Zhou Jun: You are already here.

Zhou Jun's message was followed by a photo of a stack of documents in his hand.

It seemed to mean that she was interrupting his work on the plane and he hoped she would have the tact to end the conversation.

Meng Shuyu interpreted this photo from different angles.

She even replied to her messages at work, which means she is better looking than those files.

Having gotten a little sweetness, Meng Shuyu said with honey: How can I be mean to you? I just miss you.

The other side fell silent again.

It seemed that if she didn't ask a question, he would have a reason not to reply.

Meng Shuyu added a question: What about you, do you miss me

Zhou Jun: No.

Zhou Jun: I do.

The word "I don't want to" is divided into two parts. Is she so cheesy that her hands are shaking

Meng Shuyu curled his lips, pressed and held to delete the word "no", leaving only the word "miss". He took a screenshot of the message interface and sent it over: Your thoughts have been delivered.

Ten thousand meters above the sky, a soft laugh was heard in the quiet first-class cabin.

The author has something to say: Meng Meng: Smart girls will pick out the candy and eat it themselves.

Mr. Jun: That’s sugar.