"What!" The middle-aged woman raised her voice: "What did you just say?"
"I..." Nie Longjiao realized her slip of the tongue and hurriedly covered up: "I didn't say anything."
"No way!
I heard it very clearly, you said you already have a boyfriend.
How old is he?
What does he do for a living?
What about his family background?"
A barrage of questions ca like a machine gun, and Nie Longjiao knew it was useless to deny again, so she braced herself and said: "He's about the sa age as .
As for his job, he's the CEO of a company.
I haven't asked about his family background, but it shouldn't be bad."
The middle-aged woman beca excited: "Then you should bring him over quickly, so your dad and I can check him out for you.
This is settled then; you must co ho before dinner tomorrow, and your dad and I will start preparing."
"I'm not free tomorrow..."
"Doot doot doot..."
Before Nie Longjiao could refuse, the phone had already hung up.
She angrily raised her phone, seemingly wanting to throw it into the water basin, but in the end, she couldn't bring herself to do it.
What should I do?
Where am I supposed to find a boyfriend?
At this mont, a young man with half-rim glasses, looking very refined, approached.
He was wearing a white down jacket, spotless, giving off a very neat feeling.
"You don't seem to be in a good mood?"
Nie Longjiao put away her phone and replied casually: "It's nothing, Teacher Zhao, how have the students been performing recently?"
Zhao Ce adjusted his glasses, took out a report card from his bag, and handed it over with a smile: "They're all doing very well, these kids are very smart and obedient.
Actually, it's not that I'm teaching them so well, but rather it's the result of them helping each other."
"That's good." Nie Longjiao nodded, not reaching for the report card offered.
Zhao Ce had no choice but to put the report card away, but he seed reluctant to leave.
Nie Longjiao glanced at him, puzzled: "Did I forget to pay you?"
"No, no." Zhao Ce quickly shook his head, then, seeming a bit embarrassed, said: "I just noticed you seem upset, and I happen to have two movie tickets. If you're not busy tonight..."
"Sorry, I have to go to the hospital tonight."
"To the hospital? Are you sick?"
"No, I'm going to see Wu Xinqi's attending physician, to ask about the next treatnt plan."
Zhao Ce imdiately said: "Then I'll go with you?"
"No need, work has been busy during the day, I don't want to take up your after-work ti." Nie Longjiao politely declined.
Zhao Ce was about to say more, but saw that Nie Longjiao no longer had the intention of continuing the conversation with him, sitting on the bench continuing to do the laundry.
Shaking his head slightly disappointed, Zhao Ce turned to leave, but after taking two steps, he ca back and said: "I saw it."
"Hmm?" Nie Longjiao was taken aback, looking up: "Saw what?"
"This morning, you went out with a man in a trench coat."
"Yeah, is there a problem?"
"He looks quite handso..."
"Does he? I don't think so."
"And he seems to have quite a bit of money?"
"I guess so."
"I..."
Nie Longjiao was getting a bit impatient, frowned and said: "Teacher Zhao, what exactly are you trying to say?"
"I just want to tell you, this kind of playboy is no good, you must not fall for his sweet talk, or you'll end up getting hurt." Zhao Ce warned earnestly.
Nie Longjiao couldn't help but laugh: "Thank you for your concern, but I'm not even casual friends with him, let alone in the kind of relationship you're imagining.
If there's nothing else, you should get busy."
Zhao Ce opened his mouth but ultimately didn't say anything more, turning and leaving.
Yet Nie Longjiao was thoughtful, Zhao Ce's words just now gave her an idea.
Good looks, wealthy, decent family background.
This was how she described her boyfriend to her parents, and it seems to fit Xiao Feng who ca by this morning?
According to Tao Simian, he went to the villa at that ti.
If he can afford a villa, he must be wealthy, and his family background probably isn't poor either.
But the problem is, asking him to pretend to be a boyfriend would an owing him a favor?
Nie Longjiao felt she should think it through, at least weigh the pros and cons before proceeding.
...
"Sister Wang, long ti no see." Xiao Feng greeted with a smile.
Wang Yanmin also bead, after shaking hands, she pointed to the villa: "I always knew Consultant Xiao was wealthy, but I didn't expect this level of wealth.
The houses here aren't cheap...
By the way, is there a particular reason you called here this ti?"
"Not really, just wanted you to co over for a chat." Xiao Feng replied nonchalantly.
"A chat?" Wang Yanmin was puzzled: "With whom?"
Xiao Feng pointed to Zheng Wei standing in the cent pool under the wall: "With him."
Wang Yanmin's expression changed slightly; having a man standing in the pool like that certainly wasn't normal.
However, she didn't plan to ask more; doing her job was enough.
"What exactly should I say?" Wang Yanmin asked.
Xiao Feng replied casually: "Anything you want, any topic, feel free to chat."
"I know what to do." Wang Yanmin said.
Xiao Feng nodded in satisfaction: "Let's start then, I'll go make Sister Wang a pot of good tea to refresh the throat."
Upon returning to the living room, he saw Du Qingyue already coming out of the kitchen with the teapot, asking: "Do you think chatting will work?"
"Let's see if it works, after all, we have ti to wear him down." Xiao Feng replied nonchalantly.
Du Qingyue placed the teapot beside Wang Yanmin, then dragged a chair over to sit with Xiao Feng, intending to witness Sister Wang's prowess.
"I was born and raised in Jiangcheng; this city has a rich history and produced many renowned figures, do you know any of them?" Wang Yanmin asked Zheng Wei.
Predictably, Zheng Wei remained silent, turned his head aside, avoiding looking at Wang Yanmin.
However, Wang Yanmin didn't seem to care, and continued to talk on her own: "It's okay if you don't know, let tell you, let's not ntion distant tis, I'll start talking from seven hundred years ago.
What dynasty was it then?
That's right, the Ming Dynasty.
Back then, in Jiangcheng..."
Du Qingyue listened intently, laughing: "I have to say, this lady knows quite a lot; I'm also from Jiangcheng, but I don't know much about this history."
"Haha." Xiao Feng chuckled dryly twice: "You'll understand what's happening soon."
Du Qingyue glanced at Xiao Feng curiously, not understanding what he ant by that.
About ten minutes later, she finally understood the aning behind Xiao Feng's words.
Because Sister Wang's train of thought was extrely scattered; in one mont she was talking about Jiangcheng's history, and in the next, she imdiately jumped to another topic, the transition so sudden it caught one off guard.
Subsequently, the topics got more and more off track, more and more unpredictable.
From food to clothing, from clothing to gas, then from gas to crafts.
Even subjects that seemingly had nothing to do with each other, Sister Wang could manage to connect them all.
But for her skill, one has to admire!
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