Song Xilian didn't know that she knew Zhou Jinghui, so Liang Fan didn't ask any more questions, lowered his head and continued eating.
"I thought you were looking for me because you were curious about Yanzhi's girlfriend."
Yes, in the eyes of all of them, Han Xu is Cheng Yanzhi's girlfriend and Liang Fan is his fiancée. If things develop normally, Liang Fan's time as the Cheng family's fiancée should be running out.
Liang Fan raised his head when he heard the sound, and the smile on his lips was enough to make a joke: "You are right, I am indeed curious about that person. But I also feel that it is not good to ask right away. I want to cultivate a relationship with you first."
She doesn't hide her purpose, and she is not a good person among Cheng Yanzhi's friends anyway.
But she didn't know that Song Xilian had always had a good impression of her. He and Shang Yi had opposite views. He looked down on Han Xu, who was always sick and neurotic. He felt that Liang Fan would be more suitable for Cheng Yanzhi.
Wanting to see them blossom and bear fruit, Song Xilian naturally would not hide it, and said humbly: "Now that the relationship has been cultivated, what do you want to know?"
Liang Fan was not pretentious and didn't want to miss this opportunity. He got straight to the point: "Do you know when they got together?"
Song Xilian thought for a while: "Five years ago or six years ago, I forgot the details."
There was nothing unusual on his face, but Liang Fan was calculating the time in his mind. According to Song Xilian, Han Xu and Cheng Yanzhi were together before Liang's father died, when Han Xu was in his freshman or sophomore year.
"Yanzhi fell in love with him at first sight and chased him for a long time before he caught her."
I don't know if it was considered harmful to Liang Fan, but Song Xilian just didn't want to hide the matter from her, so that she could have an idea in her mind.
Liang Fan slowly came back to his senses, and the doubts in his heart became more and more serious. She had to know many things from Han Xu, or at least Cheng Yanzhi had to tell her openly and honestly, otherwise what she learned would be scraps of the truth.
Can't put together a complete story chain.
After lunch, Liang Fan and Song Xilian said goodbye and left. During this dinner, she found out a lot of things.
Zhou Jinghui and Cheng Yanzhi really have a grudge.
Cheng Yanzhi was passionately devoted to Han Xu.
Han Xu was well protected and rarely went out.
Facing the three mountains blocking his way forward, Liang Fan had a rare headache, which became more and more intense.
His own strength was too weak, and Cheng Yanzhi had no intention of her. After repeated consideration, Liang Fan suddenly felt that his decision to stay away from Zhou Jinghui was too reckless. At least, Cheng Yanzhi was afraid of Zhou Jinghui, which showed that he had extraordinary abilities.
Or, just go back and have fun?
Just thinking about it, a thin layer of heat spread on Liang Wei's cheeks. To her, Zhou Jinghui was an uncontrollable little mad dog, who could bring excitement and be a bit dangerous.
After all, reason prevailed over emotion. She sent him a message: [Thank you for taking me to the hospital. Can I treat you to dinner tonight? 】
Zhou Jinghui’s reply was unprecedentedly quick: [No time.]
The younger brother was angry, and the consequences would be serious. Liang Fan raised the corners of his lips, knowing that he could easily deal with such a childish man.
[Cheng Yanzhi is coming to my house at night. I don’t want to see him. Please take me out to hide. Please. 】
This time she spoke, her voice was warm and soft, and her delicate tone came through the microphone, as if she was whispering in Zhou Jinghui's ear, making his body tingle.
Zhou Jinghui: [OK.]
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At seven o'clock in the evening, the sky was dark and low. There had been sufficient rainfall in the Jingjiang River recently, and the light rain was falling continuously.
But Liang Fan still dressed coolly, showing off her waist and legs, showing off her good figure. She wears whatever she likes and doesn't care whether men judge her or not.
As soon as he got in the car, Zhou Jinghui glanced over and said in a mocking voice: "It's raining, sister, don't catch a cold."
"I don't...ah..."
Before Liang Fan could utter his rebuttal, a large men's jacket was pulled down from his head, carrying the cold, woody fragrance unique to men.