Wang Zijin stared straight ahead, her bright lips curled up. "You sure know how to say it."
She didn't sympathize with Zhang Mingcheng at all. Perhaps in Sister Ziwei's opinion, it was best if Zhang Mingcheng was disappointed in her, so that he wouldn't think about her all the time and waste his good years. And she wouldn't have to worry about it anymore. After all, she had a brother who wanted to rape her by her side.
"Sometimes I'm also annoyed. Why is she always so talented?" Qin Ze sighed.
"Pfft ~" Wang Zijin almost lost her grip on the steering wheel. She said angrily, "Why are you acting cool in front of me?"
"Yes, I shouldn't show my slight skill in front of an expert," Qin Ze said.
Wang Zijin was stunned. After driving a few hundred meters, she suddenly reacted and used one hand to hit Qin Ze's head.
"Watch the road, I'll hit you when we get home." Qin Ze quickly defended himself.
Wang Zijin snorted and pouted, but her eyes and eyebrows were smiling.
There were many reasons why she liked Qin Ze, but one of them couldn't be ignored. Qin Ze was sometimes flirty and flirty, but when they were together, they could laugh and play, and they were very happy.
The reason was probably that she had enough of her parents' cold and indifferent treatment since childhood, which created a psychological shadow. She hated and even feared the respectful relationship between husband and wife. Zhang Mingcheng was elegant and polite. In other people's eyes, he was impeccable, but in Wang Zijin's eyes, he was a fatal flaw. She would never like such a man.
To paraphrase the popular protagonist model a few years ago, the female protagonists all liked bad boys.
Wang Zijin didn't like bad boys, and Qin Ze wasn't a bad boy either. Another reason why she liked Qin Ze was that Qin Ze was more lazy. Such a man could be hard or soft … No, he could be a domineering CEO, but he could also be a little boy who relied on his sister. Wang Zijin had a sense of responsibility and dependence.
Sometimes she felt that she was more like Qin Bao's sister than Qin Ze's sister.
She didn't have the dignity of an elder sister at all.
Qin Ze and Wang Zijin wandered aimlessly in the capital. They purposely took a stroll in front of Tiananmen Gate to experience the majestic view of the Tiananmen Gate and admire the portrait of the great man.
In the CBD area, they bought clothes, Beijing specialties, souvenirs, and other things. Qin Ze did not want to go as he said it was not delicious. But Wang Zijin told him that Beijing Roast Duck was like street food and could be found everywhere. Foreigners only know to go to Quanjude. But Quanjude was like Starbucks, which was becoming less and less classy. There were chain restaurants everywhere, and it had become an assembly line business model. Only the locals of the capital knew where the delicious roast duck was and where the famous roast duck was.
After a while, they arrived at Uniqlo.
Uniqlo is a good place, good place, good scenery, good scenery, good scenery, good place, good scenery, good place, there are girls everywhere, enter the house and have sex ~
Speaking of Uniqlo, Qin Ze wanted to complain about it. The quality of the clothes was as bad as their mother. When he was in school, he accompanied his sister shopping and bought a few short-sleeved shirts at a discount. But the shirts were out of shape after one summer.
Wang Zijin held Feng Yu's arm and walked from the first floor to the second floor. This time, she was the one who bought the clothes. Ever since she came to Shanghai, she had not been to Uniqlo, a small brand clothing store. Qin Bao Bao dragged her to buy clothes, and they only went to international brand stores. She did not even look at the clothes that cost less than 5 digits.
His sister was also corrupted. When Qin Ze bought her a 50 RMB short-sleeved shirt, she also wore it for the whole summer.
But money must be spent to make money, and it was meaningless to keep the money in the bank. The money could not catch up with inflation, and it could still increase the country's GDP.
Wang Zijin looked for a long time and finally settled on a dark blue sweater with a cartoon bear printed on the chest. She was paired with a pair of light blue jeans and a loose cartoon bear sweater. Wang Zijin had changed from a 26-year-old woman to a 16-year-old girl.
Kawaii!
"What do you think?" Wang Zijin stood in front of Qin Ze, her eyes shining like stars.
"Cute, I want …" Qin Ze gave her a thumbs up and blurted out.
"What do you want?" Wang Zijin tilted her head and asked playfully.
"Want, want …" Qin Ze had an idea and sang, "I want to ask if you dare to be crazy for love like me ~"
Wang Zijin: "???"
The second dress was a white dress. Wang Zijin herself preferred light green, but Qin Ze recently was allergic to Zijin's color … no, no, no, no, green.
It was all Su Yu's fault.
Wang Zijin felt that wearing clothes was for her boyfriend to see, and she respected her boyfriend's preference, so she chose the white dress.
Qin Ze stood at the door of the fitting room and heard Wang Zijin, who had just entered, whisper, "Azé? Is Azé outside? "
Qin Ze replied, "Yes, what's up?"
"You, you come in for a while …"
"What?"
Her voice was so soft that Qin Ze didn't hear it clearly.
"Come in for a while." Wang Zijin raised her voice.
Qin Ze's cock was moved. What was the meaning of this?
Let him in?
Let him into the fitting room or where … This wasn't important. It was just a matter of order. Once he entered the fitting room, he would definitely be able to enter.
Qin Ze couldn't help but be moved. There was a story behind this.
There were many people around, shuttling back and forth. Qin Ze's expression was normal as he lifted the curtain and went in.
In the fitting room, Wang Zijin had one hand on her chest and the other on her back. Her face was red. "My, my bra's button seems to be undone."
She turned around and said, "You, you help me button it."
Qin Ze saw a white back. Her skin was white and tender, her back was perfectly curved, and her waist was small.
Was, was this Sister Ziwei's hint?
Qin Ze slowly approached her. His hands slipped into her dress and held her waist.
"You, what are you doing?" Wang Zijin was surprised.
"Doing it!" Qin Ze nodded.
Sister Ziwei was so embarrassed that she hit the back of her head. She was angry and amused at the same time. "I asked you to help you button your bra."
Qin Ze covered his nose in disbelief. "Just, just button my bra?"
"Nonsense." Wang Zijin sneered.
Qin Ze found that the button was made with special leather. Unless he stood with both hands behind his back, he couldn't button it by himself. He silently buttoned her bra and said unwillingly, "Isn't this your hint? Sister Ziwei, there's no need to be pretentious between us. "
"There's no such thing as a hint."
"I don't believe you. Does a woman's bra have to be buttoned by someone else?"
"Because this bra is sexy … It was designed for a husband and wife to wear together."
"You bought it for me?"
"It's none of your business. Your sister bought it for me. You didn't even ask for my opinion."
Qin Ze quietly left the fitting room.
A few minutes later, Wang Zijin came out. She turned around and her skirt fluttered. "Does it look good?"
Qin · World · Tasteless · Ze · Nodded: "Nice!"
At five o 'clock in the afternoon, they returned to the Wang family. Only Mrs. Wang was at home. Grandpa Wang was enjoying the cool breeze in the yard.
The mother and daughter chatted. Wang Zijin told her about the Qin family in Shanghai. Qin Ma's father was a very serious but not old-fashioned university professor. Qin Ma's mother was very gentle. There was also her best friend, Qin Bao Bao, who sat next to her for three years in high school.
"I remember her. Bao Bao, isn't she that … beautiful girl?" Mrs. Wang almost blurted out the word "gorgeous".
Others dressed up gorgeously, but Qin Baobao's facial features were gorgeous. She had a sharp and pretty oval face, cherry lips, and especially charming and lively eyes. Wang Mama had seen Qin Baobao once when she picked up her daughter from school. Back then, Qin Baobao had left a deep impression on Wang Mama when she was seventeen or eighteen. Mrs. Wang hated that kind of girl. She hated women who reminded people of vixens.
Vixens were often equated with mistresses.
However, Mrs. Wang noticed that whenever that gorgeous girl was mentioned, her daughter would be very happy. Her eyes would sparkle and the corners of her mouth would curl up.
Mrs. Wang thought to herself, "That girl has a deep place in her daughter's heart."
Qin Ze saw the old man on the rocking chair in the backyard waving at him. He paused for a moment and walked over obediently.
When he got closer, the old man closed his eyes and rocked slowly with the rocking chair.
Qin Ze had always been in awe of the old man. He stood upright. However, after a few minutes, the old man seemed to have fallen asleep.
Qin Ze thought to himself, "Are you crazy? Did you ask me to come here to do the most romantic thing with me? Sit in a rocking chair and chat slowly?"
Just as he was thinking this, the old man suddenly said, "Qin Ze, have you ever thought of going into politics?"
Qin Ze immediately shook his head. "I wouldn't dare."
"Why?"
"Crabs in the river shine in the sky, flowers smile at me, little birds say good morning. You'll die sooner or later."
The old man, "???"
The air was quiet for a few minutes.
The old man asked, "What do you think of the current society? What do you think of the country?"
Qin Ze gave him a thumbs up. "Socialism is good."
Qin Ze wanted to sing a song. Without the XX Party, there would be no new China.
The old man, "…"
"If I ask you to be the Wang family's white glove, would you be willing?"
"The Wang family doesn't lack white gloves, right?"
"There are many white gloves."
Qin Ze smiled. "No problem."
The old man looked at him carefully. "You don't dislike it?"
Qin Ze grinned. "We each take what we need."
After being in the business world for so long, he finally understood that the business world was like a battlefield. There were many cases of swords and knives secretly causing trouble. An environment of fair competition did not exist. With his current scale of capital, he could only make a small fuss in front of the big bosses of the capital. But in the future …
Unexpectedly, the old man changed his words. "We'll talk about it in the future."
Qin Ze probed, "Then, Grandpa, have you agreed to let me be your grandson-in-law?"
The old man did not say anything. He closed his eyes and slowly rocked with the rocking chair!
.....
During dinner, the direct descendants of the Wang family all arrived. The uncles who were absent at noon also came. Second Uncle was a middle-aged man who was smooth and slick. According to Wang Zijin, Second Uncle's family should be on Zhang Mingcheng's side. However, during dinner, Second Uncle frequently chatted with Qin Ze and did not neglect him at all.
Little Uncle was also a wily old fox and always had a smile on his face. Qin Ze guessed that Little Uncle should be one of the Wang family's white gloves.
After dinner, Qin Ze was arranged to stay in the guest room of the small building in the south. It was thousands of miles away from Sister Ziwei's room.
Wang Zijin stayed on the second floor of the main building, next to her parents' bedroom.
Qin Ze lay on the bed and recalled what happened today. From lunch to dinner, the Wang family's elders' attitude toward him had obviously improved. Father Wang still did not speak. This was understandable. Fathers did not like pigs who took advantage of their cabbage. Mother Wang said a few words to him during dinner. As for the other aunts and uncles, they were ignored. They had no right to criticize him. Who the hell would consider the feelings of their aunts and uncles when looking for a partner?
Unless you're marrying my cousin ….
However, Grandpa Wang's attitude was a bit unpredictable. What did "we'll talk about it in the future" mean? Was he prepared to observe him for a long time?
Regardless, he did not directly reject him. This was a good sign.
The phone screen lit up. There was a message.
Wang Zijin: "The night is long!"
Qin Ze's heart skipped a beat. "No mood to sleep!"
Wang Zijin sent a thumbs-up emoji.
Sister Ziwei, this thumbs-up is so flirtatious.
Qin Ze was pleasantly surprised. He got out of bed, put on his clothes, and sneaked toward the main building.
He knew where Wang Zijin's room was. She had taken him there earlier in the day. Qin Ze was familiar with the place and soon found Sister Zijin's room. But just as he was about to knock on the door, the door to the master bedroom at the end of the corridor suddenly opened.
A beam of light poured out of the room and shone on Qin Ze. It was like a demon mirror, exposing him.
Qin Ze froze on the spot.
It was Father Wang who opened the door. Father Wang was stunned to see a pig sneaking into his daughter's room. Then, a sharp light flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes.
Qin Ze: "…"
Qin Ze panicked.
Father-in-law, listen to me!
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