She pushed him and whispered, "Go home."
He kissed her on the face and said a good word before he fastened all the buttons on his shirt.
When the car drove out of the parking lot, he suddenly remembered something: "Wait until the wedding date is confirmed, arranging for my mother and your parents to eat, okay?" Shi Yi was taken aback for a moment, and looked at him unexpectedly, with surprises in his eyes: "Really?"
He smiled: "Really."
The marriage date of the two has not been finalized, which is the meaning of the times.
She wants to hold another wedding after Wen Xing's surgery. After all, before that, half of Zhou Shengchen's thoughts were on Wen Xing, and she was the same as him. However, she told her parents with certainty that preparations for the wedding have already begun. She believes that Zhou Shengchen, since she has arranged for Wang's mother-in-law to order the dress, it shows that he has a chance to win in family matters.
She was recording in the recording studio that day, and this recording studio happened to be in the TV building.
By the way, I had an appointment with Hong Xiaoyu for lunch, and I was about to chat for a while, and then officially started work.
The two of them didn't pay much attention to it, so they ate at a small restaurant nearby.
Not long after the food was served, Hong Xiaoyu talked about her boyfriend: "Shiyi, let me tell you, I think I am sincere, and I want to get married."
She laughed: "Let me eat first."
"No, no, you have to speak with me..."
"Okay, you say, I'll listen."
"Um... There is nothing to say. I think that other people's character is very good, the kind that is good from the bones, and you can feel it," Hong Xiaoyu thought for a while and said, "It's different from your scientist. Your scientist feels It’s a little bit indifferent to the fireworks... it makes a sense of distance."
"Is there?" Shi Yi felt quite normal.
"It's a bit weird to describe a man without cannibalistic fireworks. In short, it seems that he doesn't care much about most things. Together... Are you in harmony?"
Shi Yi was really asked... He glanced at her and said nothing.
"Very good? Very bad?"
"Okay, okay," she pushed Hong Xiaoyu a cup of tea, "change the subject."
She usually works from 12 noon to 11 or 12 in the evening.
Because she just recovered from a serious illness, half a month before she started work, the recording would end at nine o'clock. Today, because of the sound engineer's business, it was over after eight o'clock.
She called Zhou Shengchen: "I ended early."
"Okay, I'll be there in about thirty minutes."
"No hurry," she sat on the sofa and pulled out an industry magazine from the shelf beside her, "I have a place to rest here. You can come back after you finish your work."
"good."
Zhou Shengchen hung up the phone and looked at Jiaren Tong who was sitting beside him.
He entered the parking lot just now and saw her standing next to his car. She was four or five months old, but there was no one by her side. He didn't know the purpose of her coming, but asked her to get in the car first.
They talked in the car, and Uncle Lin got out of the car.
"Is it time?"
Zhou Shengchen smiled and said nothing.
Jiaren Tong didn't say anything immediately, she just pulled her gloves gently, and spent the rest of her time looking at him.
Sitting next to Zhou Shengchen, he still likes plain trousers and light-colored checkered shirts. You can meet guests when you wear a suit, and you can enter the laboratory when you change into a white gown. This is the man she keeps in her heart. Together with people of all skin colors, communicating without borders, doing things that are good for mankind.
She remembered that the first time she saw him outside the laboratory was different from the usual Zhou Shengchen.
He was arguing with a black man about something, focused and intense, she couldn't understand.
When he entered university at the age of fourteen, he was separated from her by two worlds. She desperately pursued her, and she was only qualified to be invited with him at certain meetings where the format was greater than the substance.
His spiritual world is the goal of her life.
For a moment, Jiaren Tong thought of the past, and she even began to wonder why she came to see him. Is it to be able to spend a few minutes with him quietly, or to...
"I won't make things the worst."
In the end, it was Zhou Shengchen who spoke first. Before she spoke, she told her the answer she wanted.
He said frankly: "We are always a family."
His tolerance left her with nothing to say.
Since her uncle's return, Zhou Wenchuan's various actions have made her feel disdainful.
She had never seen such a turbulent Zhou family. The elders turned a deaf ear, and the juniors were busy choosing whether to stick to the well-known young master or choose the uncle and Zhou Wenchuan with solid foundations. Just a few days ago, Zhou Shengchen's mother, who was always silent, finally began to recognize the status of the time, which was tantamount to standing with her eldest son.
No matter how uncle, he is not a legitimate heir. And Zhou Shengchen's mother's choice pointed out the direction for everyone, including Zhou Shengchen's father's best friends in the past, gradually showing their attitude.
"I'm sorry," she said.
He looked at her.
"I'm talking about what happened when she was in Wuzhen."
"I know." Zhou Shengchen's tone was light.
"I... because of jealousy."
He smiled and said nothing.