He likes you

Qiao Mo and Feng Xuan were eating noodles in the noodle shop.

Sun Siyan and Yan Shudai are still secretly arguing about who is the brother and who is the sister-in-law.

The TV hanging on the wall in the store is showing Yuan Yuan and Haiyou's perfume commercials.

Li Xiaojia put down the remote control she was holding down, and said to the man playing the violin in the advertisement, "It's so handsome".

Fengxuan watched the advertisement, and the scenes he passed by became a little strange after post-processing.Feng Xuan almost thought it was not a place.Only the bell tower.

That night, the bell tower covered with snow and ringing 25 times contained the memory of Qiao Mo's confession to him.

The memory is not over yet, and the picture of the clock tower flashed on the TV.The pink perfume appeared on the big screen, and the spokesperson Yuan Yuan showed off her beautiful and sexy figure and her charming and confident smile.

"I heard that the perfume was sold out on the first day it was released." Feng Xuan said.

"Miss Yuan is famous for her delivery ability." Qiao Mo was not surprised.

"It's not just Ms. Yuan's credit." Feng Xuan swiped his phone, "Now Mr. Haiyou is also very famous on the Internet, and his fans have bought a lot." He showed Qiao Mo the phone, "I heard he is from their company. The most concerned trainees have fan clubs."

Qiao Mo: "Mr. Haiyou is indeed very talented, and he is also good-looking. And the collision of classical art and idol culture, everyone will think it is quite special."

Coupled with the fact that their company uses these as selling points to package, and properly stir up some enthusiasm before his official debut, he will soon be able to accumulate a wave of fans.

Qiao Mo's phone rang twice.Come in a text message.

In this day and age, people still use text messages, Fengxuan curiously asked who it was.

Qiao Mo clicked on the text message: "My dad is back and asked me to have dinner tonight."

Feng Xuan paused: "That night I..."

"You can go with me." Qiao Mo said, "I want to introduce you to him."

"You... want to tell him about us?" Feng Xuan's eyes widened, with a trace of embarrassment in his expression.

"Anyway, sooner or later it will be said."

"So fast..." Feng Xuan muttered softly.

"You're not ready yet?"

"A little nervous." Feng Xuan forced a smile on his face, hid his hands under the table, put them on his lap, and grabbed his pants.

Qiao Mo also lowered his hand to the bottom of the table, reached out, and held the back of his hand: "If you don't want to, just have dinner tonight."

Feng Xuan turned her palm over and held Qiao Mo's hand together.He didn't say anything, but his worried expression betrayed his heart.

Qiao Mo knew that Feng Xuan was hiding deep thoughts, but he didn't want to say it, and Qiao Mo didn't want to force her either.

Feng Xuan is not just worried about "coming out".The relationship between them, even though one of them is a woman, has to be disclosed to the parents, and his heart will be in such a predicament.

He didn't have enough confidence to stand in front of these elders and say that he was compatible with Qiao Mo.

The elders with a more decisive attitude may change their faces and object on the spot after knowing their relationship.Softer, or don't say anything, just reluctance written on the face.Turning back to their friends and talking about their own children, they sighed, "I got involved with a small employee in his company", and the friends followed up and yelled, "Oh my god, what a crime", and then said "It's better if it's someone with a similar status, forget it, forget it, just try something new, he will get tired of it soon."

Fengxuan's cerebellum circuit is clear and strange, thinking about the eighteenth bend of the mountain road, not to mention imagining the scene of Qiao Mo's parents complaining to friends, even Qiao Mo was persuaded by his parents, and got tired of him quickly and picked a suitable day to propose I imagined breaking up all these things.

Feng Xuan clutched her chest: Damn it.My heart is already aching ahead of time.

"Shall we go eat together tonight?" Qiao Mo asked Feng Xuan again.

He seemed to be eager to introduce Fengxuan to his father, so even if he didn't say it explicitly, Fengxuan could feel it.

Grabbing her hair, Feng Xuan pulled the corner of her mouth and smiled: "Okay."

Qiao Zhuoyue booked a box at a hot pot restaurant newly opened by an acquaintance on Xiangshan Street.The difference between him and his ex-wife can be seen by Fengxuan in the restaurant they ordered.

Qiao Mo said that if she smelled like hot pot after returning home, Mrs. Qiao must have thought about it in disgust for a long time.

This is a bit interesting, Feng Xuan understands.Qiao Mo might have to live with him again at night.

According to the box number given by Qiao Zhuoyue, the two found the innermost room on the second floor facing the lake.

Qiao Mo opened the door, and Feng Xuan followed behind Qiao Mo.

A strong smell of smoke filled the nostrils.

On the chair in the middle of the door, sat a man with oily hair, who looked about five or sixty years old.A little fat, but not too fat.Although his wrinkled face is no longer handsome, he can vaguely see the shadow of his outstanding appearance when he was young.

"Dad." Qiao Mo called out.

Feng Xuan suppressed the tension in her heart, and called out with a smile: "Uncle."

Qiao Zhuoyue had just lit a cigarette, put down his raised legs, bit the cigarette and said, "Come on, come on, sit down." He pulled out two chairs and invited them to sit down, "I still think that if you don't Come on, I'll eat by myself first."

In the center of the table, a pot of spicy red oil is boiling, surrounded by raw food such as fat beef, shrimp slides, and platters.

When Feng Xuan saw the wavy chili oil, his face turned pale and he swallowed.The sweat on his forehead was already dripping down.

After taking a seat, Qiao Mo called the waiter and said to the waiter, "Come for fried rice."

Qiao Zhuoyue asked strangely: "You haven't eaten anything on this table yet, so you're going to eat the staple food first?"

Qiao Mo said, "He can't eat spicy food."

"Oh, I didn't ask clearly beforehand, I'm sorry." Qiao Zhuoyue apologized to Fengxuan.

Feng Xuan hurriedly said, "It's okay, Uncle, it's because my stomach is not up to par."

Qiao Zhuoyue stopped the waiter and asked him to bring over a pot of mandarin ducks.Feng Xuan wanted him not to bother, Qiao Zhuoyue smiled and said, "What's the trouble? Change the bottom of the pot for a while." Urging the waiter to hurry up.

Qiao Zhuoyue has a strong businessman's air, not like Mrs. Qiao who gives people a sense of distance that is not easy to get close to.But it is difficult for such a person to figure out his temper, which makes Fengxuan even more worried.

"How is the company doing?" Qiao Zhuoyue asked Qiao Mo the same first question as his ex-wife.

"It's okay." Qiao Mo replied, "As long as the other party knows that my father is you, they will sign a contract with me soon. Although you have retired, you still have a lot of influence."

"Hey." Qiao Zhuoyue waved his hands and said with a puff of cigarette, "I've been retired for a few years, and I still have a lot of influence? You have the ability to get them to sign the contract. If you don't have that ability, your father and I will be Bill Gates, no one will flatter you." With a puff of smoke, he changed the subject and asked, "How is your sister? Did you find her?"

"I have a boyfriend."

"Your mother found it for her?"

"No." Qiao Mo said, "Mom also looked for it for her, and she was not satisfied."

"She found it herself? What kind of person? Is it reliable?"

"It's pretty reliable. You have to ask your sister about the specifics."

Qiao Zhuoyue nodded: "I need to talk to her, I haven't seen her for a long time. I originally called her tonight, but she has an opera performance, so I can't come."

The waiter brought in the mandarin duck pot and replaced the red oil pot.

Qiao Zhuoyue picked up the fat beef plate, swept half into the red pot and half into the white pot.

"What about you? How are you? Are you interested?" Putting down the empty plate, Qiao Zhuoyue supported the back of the chair with one hand and the table with the other, looking sideways at Qiao Mo's face, waiting for his answer.This posture obviously didn't let him fool things.

Qiao Mo looked sideways at Feng Xuan.

At this time, the waiter came in again with fried rice.

Qiao Mo moved the bowl and plate in front of Feng Xuan: "Put it here."

The waiter put the fried rice in front of Fengxuan, Fengxuan said "thank you".He smiled awkwardly at Qiao Mo, letting Qiao Mo understand that he didn't want to reveal this matter too early.

"Why do you suddenly care about my partner again?" Qiao Mo asked his father, "You have to be like my mother, who arranges for me to meet every day?" He gave up this opportunity to speak out.

"Of course I'm not that conservative in thinking, and I have to arrange for you guys who are like your mother." Having said that, Qiao Zhuoyue immediately brought out his own thoughts, "But you have to find someone with similar abilities as you right?"

"Which ability? Everyone has different strengths." Qiao Mo took a sip of barley tea.This answer made Qiao Zhuoyue feel that it was almost perfunctory.

"Of course it's your level of knowledge and your ability to do things." Qiao Zhuoyue tapped on the table with his fingers, "In this way we can have common topics and empathy with you. Don't be like me and your mother, let me talk about Adam Smith , She said Adam and Eve, I know." His relationship with his ex-wife may not be two-way, but the dislike must be two-way.

Feng Xuan was stunned.He really knew about Adam and Eve, but: "Who is Adam Smith?" He whispered to Qiao Mo.

Qiao Mo whispered to him, "Economist."

Feng Xuan was somewhat impressed.Their university teacher seems to have mentioned that the one who wrote the theory of the wealth of the country or the theory of the wealth of nations or something.Their teacher talked about it more than once, but every time he turned his head, he forgot everything.

What Qiao Zhuoyue is describing now is that he is right.