How Could He Possibly Like Me?

Chapter 30

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Meng Shuyu looked at Zhou Jun silently, holding the phone tighter and tighter in his palm, staring at him more and more intently.

It was as if a flower could be seen from his face.

You can handle it however you want. Isn’t this a privilege only for girlfriends

Allowing her to deal with his affairs as she pleases, is it giving her this privilege, implying that she can claim in advance the sovereignty she is about to possess

The cool autumn breeze blowing across my cheeks makes me feel even hotter.

Compared to the simple and rough anger just now, Meng Shuyu fell into a more heart-wrenching anxiety.

It was like seeing a piece of candy very close to her, and it looked like it was given to her, but she couldn't open her mouth to eat it without a clear invitation from the owner of the candy.

My heart itches as if ants are crawling there.

Meng Shuyu tried his best to remain calm and reminded himself not to be too happy too soon. He had to stay calm and think about the consequences of not keeping calm three days ago.

"I'm very busy and I have to eat ice cream," Meng Shuyu looked at him with a stern face, "I don't have the time to deal with such boring things for you."

Zhou Jun handed the ice cream to her again: "Do you have time to eat like this?"

Meng Shuyu hesitated for a moment, took a vicious bite of the ice cream from his hand, picked up the phone reluctantly, and accepted the other party's friend request.

The message from the other side: Handsome guy, what the hell!

Meng Shuyu took a bite of the ice cream in Zhou Jun's hand and typed a few words: Sorry, little sister, please take a closer look at my WeChat profile.

The other party was silent for two minutes, probably noticing that this was a female account, and replied: Did I add the wrong person...

Meng Shuyu: That’s right.

The sentence "No mistake" seems to say nothing, but in fact it says everything.

Meng Shuyu didn't want to be too direct and embarrass others. They were all people of the same social class, so it was enough to just stop at the right time.

As expected, the other party didn't say anything else.

Meng Shuyu had only eaten one-third of his ice cream when the conversation ended.

Thinking of showing Zhou Jun the chat history, Meng Shuyu saw that he was concentrating on acting as an ice cream feeder, as if he didn't care at all about what she replied to him. So she didn't bother to do anything else. She closed the WeChat conversation and switched back to Candy Crush Saga, playing while continuing to eat.

After biting the bottom of an ice cream, Zhou Jun withdrew his numb hand, looked at the finger that was stained with cream, and took a tissue with his other hand.

Meng Shuyu stared at the game interface on the screen. He caught a glimpse of his action out of the corner of his eye and subconsciously raised his chin towards him.

Zhou Jun paused as he was about to wipe his hands, reached out with a tissue, and wiped the corners of her mouth.

The corner of his mouth was gently touched, and Meng Shuyu raised his eyes belatedly.

She played the game Candy Crush because she was bored during the National Day holiday.

It was a rare opportunity for her to stay at home for a long time, and she was spoiled by her mother. When she was playing games on the sofa and being fed fruits, she would often pout and ask her mother to wipe her lips.

Did she pout at Zhou Jun just now

Isn't that too sloppy...

Meng Shuyu bit her lower lip awkwardly and observed Zhou Jun's expression.

But he turned the tissue over as if nothing had happened, wiped his fingers, and then stood up.

"what are you going to do… "

"If you can't wipe it clean, go wash your hands," Zhou Jun twisted his fingertips, which still had some sweetness, "and take a look at the bathroom to see if there's anything that could make you as angry as you were just now."

"… "

Meng Shuyu watched Zhou Jun walk down the rooftop. Seeing that he didn't seem to be disgusted, he touched the corner of his mouth that he had just wiped and felt it slowly curling up. He pressed it hard and pushed it down again.

The phone in my palm vibrated.

The girl I just chatted up sent me a new message: Sorry, little sister, I just saw you sitting opposite me, but from the looks of you two, I thought you were his assistant or something orz... Then you can delete me, and I will delete me too.

Meng Shuyu exited the message box and was about to delete the friend, but was suddenly pulled back by some words and read the message again.

After staring at the word "assistant" for a full half minute, Meng Shuyu's worries that had just been pushed away gathered again.

At eight o'clock in the evening, Meng Shuyu sat cross-legged on the sofa in the apartment, peeling the tangerines her father had sent her, and talking on the phone with Chen Xing.

Peel off a petal—"Assistant."

He peeled another petal—"Girlfriend."

Chen Xing complained on the other end of the phone: "Meng Shuyu, are you acting in a Qiong Yao drama?"

"I'm free anyway, eating oranges, I'll see what God wills..." Meng Shuyu sighed, "I was originally thinking about his girlfriend, but then when that girl said that, I thought, yes, it's not just his girlfriend who has the position to deal with his affairs, his assistant secretary also does this kind of chores, and I was originally going out with him as his assistant today..."

Meng Shuyu continued to peel the oranges while talking to Chen Xing. When he peeled the last orange, he gritted his teeth and said, "Another assistant! Eight oranges. No matter what I say first, I will be an assistant in the end!"

"Meng Shuyu, you also know that there are eight tangerines. Even if these tangerines are small, they will still cause internal heat. Don't let God's will fail you. You may have blisters on the corners of your mouth when you go to work tomorrow."

Meng Shuyu was so frightened that he shuddered: "Don't curse me, that's no different from disfiguring yourself!"

"So forget it. This is just like flipping a coin. The only purpose of flipping it is to test whether you'd be happier if you got heads or tails."

Meng Shuyu stopped eating the orange and slumped down on the sofa: "Oh, so annoying, why is Zhou Jun so 'witty' in his words... Chen Xing, tell me why I disliked Jian Cheng's cheesy love talk in the first place?"

"That's a good question, Meng Shuyu. Have you finally figured it out?"

Meng Shuyu nodded hesitantly: "It seems so."

Thinking back, she used to think Jian Cheng's love words were straightforward and rustic. She had to look at him by Borges's standards. She liked the roundabout confessions of literary masters and thought that the kind of sweet talk that was made out of nothing was romantic and charming.

Now that she has met a man like Zhou Jun, whose words can make her do reading comprehension for a whole day, she realizes that being straightforward is a virtue in a sense. After all, it can make people lose less hair.

She didn't just remember Jian Cheng's kindness, but she suddenly felt that she was unreasonable back then.

If Zhou Jun could say a few words of love to her now, no matter how corny they were, she would be so happy that she would not be able to resist...

Just as I was saying this, a WeChat friend request suddenly came in on my phone.

Meng Shuyu subconsciously thought that someone was chatting with Zhou Jun again, so he clicked on it and saw a verification message from a male account: Hello, I am Lou Wenhong.

Meng Shuyu's ears suddenly rang as he remembered the name.

During the National Day holiday, she came back from the hot spring resort feeling depressed. Her father saw through her and asked her if the bad luck was still there.

She was in despair at the time and said angrily, "Don't even mention a stroke, there's not even a bit left!"

Afterwards, he stayed in his room with a look of heartbreak on his face and didn't even eat.

Later, when she had recovered a little, her father took the opportunity to introduce her to his blind date in Hangzhou, which was a bit like the saying "if the old doesn't go, the new won't come".

The other person seemed to be called Lou Wenhong.

Meng Shuyu opened her father’s WeChat: Dad, did you kick me out of WeChat

Meng Zhouping: Yes, isn't your horoscope missing? I also thought you were unreliable. Look how impatient you are waiting for a message from someone. How can such a person be good to you? Even if you really had a stroke of the horoscope, I would have taken a good look at it. Now that it's gone, it's just right. I've already made an appointment for you to have dinner with Xiaolou this Saturday night.

Meng Shuyu: Dad, I will take care of this kind of appointment myself...

Meng Zhouping: Don’t think that I don’t know you. If I don’t arrange it for you right away, you will delay going home until the Chinese New Year this year.

Meng Shuyu pulled his hair and told Chen Xing on the other end of the phone about this: "One wave of troubles has not yet settled, another wave has come. It's so annoying!"

"Oh, why do I feel happy about this? It's Zhou Jun's fault for leaving without saying goodbye and leaving you alone for three days. Three days is enough for couples to break up. You'd better like this blind date, then I can tell Zhou Jun that he deserved it!"

Meng Shuyu curled his lips: "Impossible..."

"Even if it's impossible, your dad has already made an appointment, so just go and deal with it. Most blind dates nowadays are forced by parents to be polite. Maybe the other party will just deal with it. We should help each other."

Meng Shuyu couldn't persuade her father, nor did she have the confidence to say that there was still hope for her and Zhou Jun, so she could only deal with the situation.

Saturday was the second adjusted day off during the National Day holiday. In the evening, Meng Shuyu got off work on time, went back to the apartment, changed into casual clothes, and went to the Cantonese hotpot restaurant near Wangjiang Mansion where he and Zhou Jun had eaten before.

Coincidentally, Lou Wenhong had made an appointment with her at this house. As soon as she arrived at the door, she thought of Zhou Jun and was not in a good mood.

After entering the restaurant, Meng Shuyu walked inside following the table number and saw a man wearing a white shirt, black trousers and a pair of silver-rimmed glasses by the window.

As soon as Meng Shuyu arrived at the table, Lou Wenhong smiled and stood up to pull out a chair for her: "Meng Shuyu?"

"It's me, hello." Meng Shuyu nodded and sat down.

Lou Wenhong returned to the opposite side: "You are more beautiful in person than in the photo."

"Thank you." Meng Shuyu nodded and took the lemonade poured by the waiter. When she looked up, she felt that the waiter looked familiar, as if he had served her and Zhou Jun before.

The waiter seemed to recognize her, but his expression changed subtly in an instant.

I wonder if he was thinking about how long it had been since she changed her partner.

Meng Shuyu drank a sip of water a little uncomfortably.

Lou Wenhong from the opposite side glanced at the two of them with sharp eyes: "Do you two know each other?"

"I've been here to eat with my friends before," Meng Shuyu explained.

"Have you eaten at this restaurant? If I had known I would ask you this question, I should have gone to a restaurant you haven't eaten at before." Lou Wenhong smiled in annoyance.

"It's okay, the food here is delicious." Meng Shuyu waved his hand.

Lou Wenhong asked the waiter for the menu: "Since you have eaten here, I will leave the ordering to you. Please recommend to me what is delicious here."

To be honest, Lou Wenhong had only been sitting down for a few minutes without mentioning a single word about blind dates, and he managed to resolve the awkward atmosphere from the start so harmoniously. He must be a very sociable person.

Moreover, he has a handsome and regular appearance, which is less aggressive and oppressive than Zhou Jun's face, and is very comfortable to look at.

I don’t know if her father studied her preferences in people and deliberately found someone who is pleasing to her and easy to get along with.

But at this critical juncture, Meng Shuyu really couldn't get interested in anyone new.

Lou Wenhong’s excellence seemed to have nothing to do with her.

Meng Shuyu asked Lou Wenhong about his dietary restrictions, and then ordered soup base and meat and vegetables from the waiter.

After the waiter left, Lou Wenhong said with a smile: "The dishes you ordered are just what I like. We get along quite well when it comes to food."

Meng Shuyu nodded: "This is the dish I had last time I came here."

"Was it two people last time?"

At this point, Meng Shuyu thought it would be better to reveal his true colors sooner rather than later. After thinking for a while, he said, "Yeah, that's right. Follow me—the person you like."

Lou Wenhong's eyes flickered for a moment before he regained his composure: "Is that the person Uncle Meng said you were in contact with a while ago?"

"You know?" Meng Shuyu was stunned.

"Yes, Uncle Meng told me." Lou Wenhong took a sip of lemonade and lowered his eyes to consider it. "So it doesn't matter. You don't have to feel psychologically burdened. We are all from Nanhuai in Hangzhou. There is nothing wrong with having more friends, right?"

The time it takes to have a meal with Lou Wenhong is only half that with Zhou Jun.

Although the atmosphere was harmonious, after Meng Shuyu had made things clear with Lou Wenhong, she just treated it as an ordinary social gathering, chatting with him and smiling occasionally, but she still subconsciously ate quickly.

Unlike the last time they ate hotpot here, she even secretly turned down the fire of the induction cooker so that the dishes would cook slower.

The show ended at 8:30. Meng Shuyu saw that Lou Wenhong came to the suburbs just to accommodate her, so she suggested that she should play host to the meal.

Lou Wenhong agreed casually.

After paying the bill, the two walked out together.

Lou Wenhong pointed at his car parked at the door and said, "I drove here. Can I take you home?"

Meng Shuyu followed his gaze and was about to say no, but the words were suddenly choked on his lips.

In the dark night, a familiar black car was parked under the street light, and next to the car stood a figure as tall as a pine tree.

Meng Shuyu recognized the person at a glance.

As soon as she was distracted, it was too late for her to refuse. She took a few steps due to inertia and arrived at Lou Wenhong's car.

Lou Wenhong opened the passenger door for her.

Two or three meters away, Zhou Jun tilted his head and looked over.

Meng Shuyu swallowed softly and stared at him motionlessly. She wanted to ask him why he was here, but she was afraid that he just happened to pass by and wanted to get some fresh air here.

"Meng Shuyu," Zhou Jun put his hands in his pockets and leaned against the car door to look at her, "Did you enjoy the hotpot?"

Meng Shuyu seemed to be speechless and could not utter a word.

Zhou Jun glanced at Lou Wenhong next to her and pointed at Meng Shuyu: "Excuse me, can you give me back her time from now on?"

The author has something to say: Someone’s vinegar jar was overturned, so sour!