roccoschili Chapter 128 Teacher Zhou's Divine Assistance
Chapter 128 Teacher Zhou's Divine Assistance
An Jiaren didn't believe it and asked suspiciously, "Teacher Zhong wouldn't do that, would she?"
In the past, they would meet up on weekends to go shopping, have snacks, and drink coffee. Every time, Teacher Zhong would obediently stay home and prepare dinner for them to eat when they came back.
“He doesn’t make phone calls, but he always makes me buy him something.”
An Jiaren's knowing gaze fell on the shopping bags on the chair next to her. "No wonder you always buy things in pairs."
Teacher Zhou nodded. "Interesting, isn't it?"
An Jiaren understood; this probably meant matching couple items.
It's hard to believe that even at their age, Teacher Zhou and Teacher Zhong still maintain such sweet and innocent little gestures.
She had bought things for her second brother before.
The next day, she would always observe him carefully. If he used it, she would be happy for a long time and would be more careful in choosing gifts next time.
"Then come with me to go shopping for men's clothing later."
"no problem."
Teacher Zhou thought to himself, "Envoy Leng, you should thank me for being such a helpful wingman!"
Beijing.
Ever since An Xiaoyue received the incense from her uncle, the first thing she does every day after getting home from get off work is to go to the reading corner that Fu Shengyang had set up for her, light the incense, and let the fragrance fill the entire space.
Today was no exception. She lit incense, sat down on the beanbag chair, put her feet on the footstool, and used a medicine mallet to massage her slightly swollen calves.
“This book…” Fu Shengyang waved the books he had carried all the way, “Who gave it to you?”
An Xiaoyue's tone remained unchanged, "Leng, the teaching assistant."
"Why did he give you the book?" Fu Shengyang quickly flipped through it and, finding no small cards or anything like that mixed in, he put it aside with peace of mind.
His subconscious actions betrayed his true feelings. Fang Yi is Xiaoyue's cousin. What is he thinking?
Fu Shengyang shook his head, trying to clear his mind of these random thoughts.
"I'm going to take a shower first." After sitting in the office all day, he wanted to change into comfortable clothes when he got home.
“Okay.” After saying that, An Xiaoyue picked up “Song Banquet” from the small table and started reading.
Aunt Cui can't come up with any more fancy dishes now. Occasionally, she'll ask her what she likes to eat, and she'll buy this book. When she sees a dish that looks appetizing, she tells Aunt Cui about it.
Life went on in such a simple and ordinary way, without any waves or waves.
That evening, An Xiaoyue received a message from her mother.
[Your mother cleaned your room and moved in; he lives in your mother's room.]
he?
An Xiaoyue didn't react for a moment.
Suddenly remembering Fang Mei's words, Leng Shize went to Jincheng on the first day of the lunar new year.
Both she and her mother have been featured on news interviews in Jincheng City, especially after her college entrance examination results were released four years ago, when Jincheng Education Channel conducted an exclusive interview with her.
Leng Shi wanted to find information about his mother, but it was too easy.
Since they live together, An Xiaoyue definitely wants her mother to have an easy and happy life, and not to be so stressed.
An Xiaoyue: [Mom, trust your own heart.]
The phone screen remained on the dialog box for a long time. After thinking for a moment, she typed another line.
Mom, I'll support whatever decision you make, just as you support me.
Mom: [Okay!]
Even with just a single word and an exclamation mark, An Xiaoyue could feel her mother cheering her on.
Although she didn't understand officialdom, she could still see some of its complexities from the incident involving Fu Wantang and Jiang Mianzhi.
Leng Shize's journey to his current position involved far more effort than she could possibly know. He endured countless hardships, had to deal with many people's attitudes, and tolerated countless unspeakable events.
His competitors were watching him closely, hoping he would make a mistake so they could kick him down, ideally leaving him like Jiang Mianzhi, unable to ever get back up again.
Her mother messaged her not only to let her know that Leng Shize was staying at her house, but also because her mother, after taking the first step, was afraid of affecting Leng Shize's future. She was wavering and wanted to talk to someone.
She had seen her mother's hard work and forbearance over the years. Her mother wasn't as strong as she pretended to be; she also needed to be cared for, loved, and protected.
Since marrying Fu Shengyang, she has come to know that there are some things that no one else can do for her.
For example, after she married Fu Shengyang, she would sleep very warmly whenever Fu Shengyang was by her side.
Fu Shengyang carried the warm water upstairs and saw her staring at her phone, sitting blankly on the bed with a serious expression.
"what happened?"
An Xiaoyue looked up and said, "My uncle has moved into my mother's and my house."
Fu Shengyang's dark eyes flickered slightly, and a sense of admiration arose spontaneously. His uncle was so fast!
His gaze fell on Xiaoyue's fair face. Xiaoyue was still young, so he couldn't be too aggressive, or she would feel uncomfortable.
Thinking of this, Fu Shengyang smiled and comforted Xiaoyue, "Let the adults handle their affairs. Taking care of yourself and being happy is more important than anything else."
"Okay." An Xiaoyue replied and took the prenatal supplements with the warm water that Fu Shengyang brought over.
Only time will tell, and she waits.
The Spring Festival holiday ended, Fu Shengyang went to work, and An Xiaoyue went to school; time flew by.
When An Xiaoyue received another WeChat message from her mother, it was already late March.
Looking out from the second-floor window of the Waterside Pavilion, the distant mountains are already dressed in pink, with peach blossoms covering the hillsides.
An Xiaoyue had just returned from her prenatal checkup with Fu Shengyang. She was exhausted after a long morning and wanted to take a nap.
The text on her phone made her temples throb. Putting down the phone, An Xiaoyue felt a huge weight lifted off her shoulders and was even happier for her mother.
On the chat interface, An Jiaren's message was: Baby, we've decided to be together.
An Xiaoyue wondered, should they date or get married and register their marriage?
"I'll go check out what's going on. I'll be back soon, before dinner." Fu Shengyang said as he buttoned up his shirt and walked out of the dressing room.
Three buttons remained undone, the muscle definition in his chest was faintly visible, and the purplish-red mark on his collarbone stood out even more against his pale skin.
Recalling yesterday's intimacy, An Xiaoyue lowered her head, not daring to stare at him any longer.
Fu Shengyang asked, "Weren't you sleepy? Why are you still sitting?"
“Mom just texted me.” An Xiaoyue tried to hide under the covers to avoid eye contact with Fu Shengyang.
"What did you say?"
"She's with her uncle."
"It's a good thing."
As soon as Fu Shengyang finished speaking, An Xiaoyue felt the bed behind her sink a little deeper.
The next second, cool lips landed on her forehead, "Are you unhappy? Or are you worried about something?"
"Mom didn't go into details, probably because she was worried about the impact on my uncle's work."
Fu Shengyang gently smoothed the stray hairs on her forehead. Her hair had grown long, and the long, black, and shiny hair made her skin look even whiter. Her pink lips were moist and full, always tempting him to taste the deliciousness on them.
"My uncle is a man who clearly distinguishes between public and private matters. The fact that he was able to become the plenipotentiary envoy to Cameroon shows that he is quite capable, and few people can touch him."
Fu Shengyang's gaze was so intense as he stared at her lips, as if he were about to kiss her at any moment.
An Xiaoyue felt nervous under his gaze, and her heart began to beat faster.