Chapter 91 Wusong Pier

Judging from Ai Ting's description, she left Zhangdao when she was very young and has been treated as an orphan since then.

Under such sick family rules, it makes sense that she has no relationship with her parents.

The atmosphere of the meal was not very good. Although Meng Fei tried his best to change the subject and talk about something pleasant, and Ai Ting also tried her best to cooperate, she was not in a very high mood after all.

What remains unchanged is that time still passes very fast, and there is no way to slow down. Unconsciously, three hours passed in a dull atmosphere.

The empty plates had long been taken away by the waiter. Most of the time, Meng Fei was holding a cup of hot tea and looking at Ai Ting, who was leaning on the sofa with some depression.

If you like someone, no matter what the objective situation is, you will find him more beautiful the more you look at him, and you simply can't help yourself. So he looked at him like this for a long time.

"It seems to be very late, do you still want to go back?"

Ai Ting turned on her phone and checked the time.

"Originally I was going back. But I changed my mind. I will go to Moon Hall to stay one night first, and I will go to Wusong Pier with you tomorrow morning."

"That's just right. We can go back together."

After paying the bill, they left Dafu Plaza and walked on the street under the sycamore tree with bare branches and the howling cold wind.

At around ten o'clock, the streets were deserted, with only a few pedestrians. Ai Ting looked a little lost.

Meng Fei didn't think too much, he grabbed her hand that was about to put it into his pocket, and wrapped his warm palm around her cold fingertips.

Although it was a bit cold, it felt good. Her hands felt soft to the touch, but the bones under the soft skin were very tough.

He pulled Ai Ting over to him quietly. After walking for about tens of meters, Ai Ting was blown into pieces by the strong wind, and her black messy hair rested on his shoulder. The light fragrance of her hair drifted in the wind.

Come.

The cold wave came, the weather was freezing, and the wind felt like a knife cutting on his face. But at this time, he was not afraid of the cold at all.

"You think I'm abnormal?"

Ai Ting seemed to be mumbling to herself.

"It's pretty normal when you're not talking about your family."

Meng Fei didn't know how to respond and decided to look for her beautiful side.

"You've never seen your dad, right?"

"Please, although I can't go to Zhangdao, he can come out to see me, right? I've seen him three times in my memory."

"Three times..."

Meng Fei was speechless.

We meet three times in the past 20 years, and once every eight or nine years on average.

Isn’t this the same as never seeing it before?

"There's nothing we can do about it. According to the rules of the Ai family, if you don't have a boyfriend who is willing to marry into your family, and you don't accept marriage, you can't have contact with the Ai family, and you won't be recognized as a descendant of the Ai family.

"If my father comes out to see me and is discovered by the family, his status will be affected.

“It’s pretty good that I’ve been able to see him three times.

"Besides, I think it's good to live independently.

"I was admitted to the Criminal College, and I entered the Criminal Investigation Bureau, and I was promoted to a senior official at the deputy ministerial level..."

She obviously hesitated when talking about this senior official.

Because she has not yet figured out whether this twelfth-level high-ranking official was obtained by her hard work or forced by Lao Li.

“I have paid off all the tuition and living expenses they paid for me with interest, and I don’t owe them anything.

"Wouldn't it be nice for me to live like this?

"Why does Zhangdao's matter still involve me?"

Who told you to be born there...

This is the art of reincarnation. But from a logical point of view, your reincarnation is actually very Versailles.

Meng Fei thought helplessly, but of course he did not dare to say it.

"Don't worry, wait until I see your dad and resolve everything, and then I won't have to involve you anymore for a long, long time."

"Why do I feel like someone is bragging again?"

"Aren't I trying to comfort you?"

Meng Fei quietly changed from holding hands to holding her waist, hugging her tightly to his side. The world seemed to be quiet.

It would be great if time stopped at this moment and this road would never end.

…

The next day, December 27, 2020, God’s birthday, at nine o’clock in the morning.

Except for the relaxed and leisurely atmosphere of the festival, and the atmosphere of not having to work, there is nothing different.

For Meng Fei, the most troublesome thing is that women always have more luggage than imagined.

He might have to live in Zhangdao for ten days, but he only carried a backpack with a few changes of clothes in it.

But Ai Ting's luggage consists of two suitcases, one large and one small. The larger one is big enough for one person.

Of course, he had to carry all the luggage. Although he privately felt that Ai Ting was not weaker than him. No, she must be stronger than him.

Fortunately, we took a taxi all the way to the pier.

The weather is really good, the sky is as blue as clean glass. Because the sky is blue, the sea is also dark blue. There is wind in winter, and the sea water is uneasy.

A small white yacht that looks like a pea pod has been docked at the berth and will set off soon.

Although this boat is small, this boat has been the only boat to Zhangdao in the past ten days.

Every year on the birthday of God, there will always be a "winter storm" in the East China Sea. Now it is on the way.

A winter storm is a super cyclone formed by the intersection of the cold wave from the south and the warm current from the north, accompanied by strong winds and rainfall. During the winter storm period of about ten days, navigation is impossible.

At this time, Meng Fei and Ai Ting were sitting together in a small white building with a "Lynx Military Industry" sign on the dock.

When Ai Ting arrived here, the procedure was very simple. She directly took blood and tested DNA.

Meng Fei was very embarrassed to answer the questions that were constantly asked by two women wearing professional attire like interviewers behind the desk opposite.

"May I ask your name?"

"Meng Fei."

"May I ask your gender?"

"Isn't it obvious?"

"Sorry, Mr. Meng, gender is not necessarily what it seems on the surface. What we need is your personal approval."

"Okay, male."

"May I ask about your sexual orientation?"

"...My sexual orientation is normal."

"You have to indicate that, sexually, do you prefer men or women, or any other gender? Or more than just one?"

"Why should I answer such a strange question?"

Meng Fei was very dissatisfied. The problem was that Ai Ting was sitting next to him, which made him feel very embarrassed.

"According to the previous statement, you intend to apply for the status of the Ai family's adopted son-in-law. This is part of the qualification review. You can also refuse."

Apply... When did I apply? I'm just chasing a pretty girl. Do you think I'm really interested in getting married?

Rejection will naturally mean that the most powerful son-in-law in history will be eunuch in advance. Well, that’s my answer.

"I only like women."

Meng Fei felt that Ai Ting beside him was about to laugh out loud uncontrollably. However, the interviewer who preceded him recorded it without any expression.

"What type of women do you like?"

"I just like the one next to me."

Meng Fei responded without changing his expression or heartbeat.

"We mean specific. For example, do you prefer long hair, medium to short hair, short hair, straight hair or curly hair?"

In order to make sure there was no mistake, Meng Fei turned his head and glanced at Ai Ting, who was blushing next to him, for confirmation.

"I like short to medium hair and straight hair."

"How many sexual experiences have you had? With whom specifically?"

"..."
Chapter completed!