The man was overjoyed, thinking that she had changed his mind, and said quickly: "I like playing tennis and golf, what about you? Or let's make a date to play some other day!"
"Tennis is too tiring, golf is too dry."
"Ah? Then we-"
Before the conversation ended, they had already moved indoors, and they were no longer visible from the balcony on the second floor.
Fisher breathed a sigh of relief, turned around, and said politely but firmly: "Mr. Wei, we are not suitable. But to save you some face, you can tell your relatives that you don't like me."
"Ah?" The man's face drooped, and he didn't know why, "Is it because he is not tall enough?"
Fisher said clearly and candidly: "For me, it's better to be inactive than to have a relationship. If I don't meet someone I like, I'd rather stay alone."
The man had nothing to say and no longer looked kindly to her. He turned around and left with a relieved look on his face.
On the terrace on the second floor, Zhuo Yueluan saw off his old friend. When he turned around, he saw his son getting up, as if he was about to leave in a hurry.
"Dad, I have to leave first."
"It's a big weekend, what's the matter?" Zhuo Yueluan stopped him, glanced at him and said directly, "Do you want to go down now to see if she is still there? What if she is, what do you want to say to her?"
Zhuo Yilin looked at his father, but stopped talking.
Zhuo Yueluan stepped forward, patted him on the shoulder, and motioned for him to come back and sit down, "Listen to my advice, if you haven't figured out how to choose, stop provoking others. Sometimes, it's better to meet each other.
Miss you."
His father's words successfully extinguished all the impulse and longing in his heart.
Fisher originally thought that if he met Zhuo Yilin by chance in the club, he would definitely come looking for her.
Unexpectedly, Zhuo Yilin did not show up until she left with her mother.
He was able to hold back and didn't come looking for him.
Fisher couldn't describe what he felt in his heart. He felt relieved, but also disappointed and sad.
It seems that the only one he can't forget is himself.
Men are cruel and unfeeling. They say they love you very much and then turn around and forget about them.
Thinking of this, Fisher felt a little colder.
After that, the family arranged several more direct or indirect blind dates.
She doesn't refuse anyone who comes.
It's not that she's angry, she just thinks it's okay to take a look. If she really meets someone she likes, she might just marry him.
Only when everything has settled, will life become more peaceful.
Since Zhuo Yilin found out that she was on a blind date, he got up very early almost every weekend and waited outside her community - of course, he changed to another car to avoid being discovered.
Like a ghost and pervert, he followed Fisher out to see where she went and who she met throughout the day.
In just one month, as far as he knew, this little girl had met five men.
Some are young and handsome, some are carefree, some are mature and steady, and some are almost middle-aged.
He couldn't understand that the eldest daughter of the Fei family hated getting married so much? She was so eager to sell herself out?
Or is it that after being hurt by love, she began to give up on herself and enjoy the life of a queen among all kinds of men?
Zhuo Yilin really couldn't understand...
Especially looking at today's uncle, who has long hair, a beard, and is dressed in an artistic style, he couldn't help but want to rush up and drag people away several times!
Fisher also didn't expect that the blind date this time would be so... different.
What the introducer said was that the great painter was so famous that his paintings were on display at the Louvre at the level of a master!
She came to this blind date with an eye-opening attitude, but unexpectedly, the artist really turned her off.
"Miss Fei, I need to concentrate on my creation and not be disturbed, so I won't invite an aunt at home. After marriage, I need you to take care of the housework, cook, and help me with some chores - this... you can do it, right?"
"
"Also, I don't like children. If you can accept Dink, that's the best. If you can't accept it, I won't stop you from having a child. I just want the child to be fostered in your parents' home. You can go back to visit regularly."
"In addition, I will go to Italy for three to five months a year to live temporarily. You have to accompany me there. It is very beautiful there. You will definitely like it very much when you go there."
"I know these requirements are a bit harsh. You will think that I am looking for a free nanny. No, I can pay you for everything you do for me. Be my full-time wife and I will definitely satisfy you financially."
"The reason why I choose a rich girl like you is because I know that you have a good family upbringing since you were young, and you can adapt to some grand and formal occasions. You know how to manage money, do charity, and are good at communication. With my status, my wife must have it."
Take action, otherwise you will be embarrassed if you take him out."
Every time Fisher heard one, he was amazed in his heart!
How old is this? There is such a unique thing!
No wonder he enjoys fame and fortune but falls into the blind date market. It turns out that his thoughts are still stuck in the feudal era.
She was so shocked that she even forgot what she said to criticize the person. After the other person finished speaking for a while, she was in a daze and did not respond.
Seeing her staring at him in a daze, the artist called out several times, "Miss Fei, Miss Fei?"
"Oh, I'm sorry, you spoke so beautifully, I was fascinated by it." Fisher decided not to be sarcastic and expressed it in another way.
When the other party heard this, he was very happy and said, "Do you agree with my point of view?"
"Of course! You are such a famous person and a great artist. It is normal for your behavior and thoughts to be different from ordinary people. However, I don't think you should find a partner in the blind date market."
The artist was complacent and asked curiously: "Then where should I find a partner?"
Fisher pointed at it.
The artist frowned, obviously not understanding.
"You should go to heaven to look for a fairy daughter. No... a fairy daughter is not worthy. You should look for the Queen Mother." Fisher said seriously.
The artist paused for a moment, and then he realized that she was being sarcastic, and his face became extremely displeased.
"Miss Fei, you don't have to agree, there's no need to ridicule, right?"
"It's just a joke, don't be angry." Fisher thought, since he is here to broaden his horizons, why not learn more about it, which can enrich his life experience.
So, she asked seriously: "If we get married, what are you going to do for the wedding?"
The artist stared at her and became excited when he saw that her words no longer sounded like a joke.
"What do you want?"
"Get married on a trip, how romantic."
“It suits me very well!”
"Then since you said that you won't treat me badly financially as a full-time housewife, will you leave all your assets to me after marriage?"
When money was mentioned, the artist's face suddenly became full of caution. He stared at Fisher again and again, and said cautiously: "At least, I need to see your financial management ability before I can make a decision."
Fisher smiled inwardly, knowing that his previous words were all empty talk.
Looking at his attire, the Pixiu on his wrist is obviously worth a lot of money. He looks low-key, but in fact, he is very careful and shows off his financial resources.
This kind of artist is probably just trying to gain fame and reputation.
She smiled, leaned back into the sofa, and fell silent.
The artist couldn't figure out what she was thinking. After careful consideration, he quickly expressed his position: "What I mean is that I will give you some assets at the beginning. If you take care of them well, then of course all mine will be yours."
Fisher nodded, "Well, not bad, then I'll think about it."
Zhuo Yilin was sitting on the sofa one seat behind Fisher. There were not many people around and it was relatively quiet. Almost everything they were chatting could be heard.
Several times before, when Fisher heard the man's weird request, he always responded directly.
But today...she actually talked about managing property after marriage - which made him panic.
Is it possible that she really likes this kind of sanctimonious so-called artist?
On Fisher's side, when the artist heard her talk about considering it, he immediately enthusiastically invited her: "Tomorrow, there will be an art exhibition in the art museum. It is an avant-garde genre. It is worth appreciating. It is hard to get a ticket. The organizer gave me a few tickets.
, just in time - why don't we go and enjoy it together, I will introduce you to some well-known painters in the industry, so that you can feel the fragrance of art..."
"She won't be free tomorrow!" Zhuo Yilin couldn't bear it anymore. Before the artist finished speaking, he stood up and strode over, interrupting their conversation.
Fisher turned around in surprise and looked up.
Looking at that familiar face, she was stunned.
Zhuo Yilin? Why is he here?
The artist stared at the uninvited guest in front of him and asked in a harsh tone, "Who are you?"
"It has nothing to do with you." Zhuo Yilin retorted, looking back at Fisher, with a gloomy look on his elegant and handsome face. He bent down and grabbed her hand, "Follow me."
Fisher didn't even react before he was dragged up.
The artist then stood up: "Hey! Who are you? Miss Fei, our date is tomorrow..."
Fisher turned around and was about to speak when he was interrupted again by the man: "You are not allowed to go to any art exhibition with him!"
She stared at the man's gloomy and tense face and asked, "Is this man out of his mind?"
After walking out of the store, Fisher came to his senses and began to struggle.
"Zhuo Yilin, let go! What are you doing!"
"Zhuo Yilin, are you sick? What does it have to do with you if I chat with people?"
"Zhuo Yilin!"
Seeing that he still ignored him, Fisher suddenly raised his tone, startling everyone passing by.
Only then did Zhuo Yilin stop and look back at her.
His face was still angry.
"What on earth do you mean? Why are you here? Let alone another chance encounter!" Fisher grabbed his wrist, rubbed it uncomfortably, and asked straight to the point.
A hint of embarrassment and guilt flashed across the man's gloomy face, and he even looked away.
Fisher suddenly understood, "You are following me."
He didn't deny it.
She was even more angry, "You are a pervert! Why do you follow me? Why do you care who I am with?"
When passers-by saw the young couple quarreling, they immediately stopped to watch, and some even took out their mobile phones.
Zhuo Yilin was not afraid of anything, but worried about affecting Fisher, so he grabbed her again and said, "Let's talk in another place."
With this tug, she was pulled into his car.
Fischer was so smart. When he saw that he had changed his car, and also a very ordinary mobility scooter that cost more than 100,000 yuan, he couldn't help but sneered: "You are really following me. It seems that this is not the first time today."
Zhuo Yilin did not deny it, but looked back at her and asked, "Why are there so many blind dates all of a sudden?"
"Leave me alone?"
"Xiaoxue, can we talk properly?"
"Are you doing human affairs? Do you want me to talk properly?"
"..."
Seeing him drooping his head and saying nothing, Fisher calmed down a bit. He turned around and sat down, looking forward, not bothering to look at him: "Okay, then tell me, what do you mean and what do you want to do?"
Zhuo Yilin took a slight breath, was silent for a few seconds, and said in a low voice: "I don't know what I want to do. Over the years, I have been very decisive and neat in everything I do, except for this matter with you.
superior……"
Fisher's heart tightened, and he turned away, not even looking ahead, and turned towards the car window.
Zhuo Yilin continued: "I know I shouldn't bother you again, but I can't help it... Ever since I bumped into you on a blind date, these days I have been..."
Fisher suddenly turned around, his eyes already red: "Zhuo Yilin, are you cheap? Is it interesting to hang me up like this? I don't like you now, I even hate you, do you know?"
He nodded in a daze, "That's right...it's my fault."
Seeing his appearance, Fisher burst into tears and turned to face the car window.
Silence fell between the two of them.
After a while, Zhuo Yilin spoke again: "Xiaoxue, I hope you are happy, but not with those messy people. I know I am not qualified to say this, but I am afraid that you will act impulsively and regret it in the future."
"What I regret most is that I met you."
As soon as these words came out, the pain in Fisher's heart expanded, and the injuries on Zhuo Yilin's face quickly worsened.
He knew that Fisher must hate him, but he didn't expect that he would hate him to this extent.
"Do you have anything else to say? I got out of the car if I have nothing to say. Staying alone in the car will cause misunderstanding." Fisher forced himself to be cold and said this indifferently.
Zhuo Yilin looked at her, there was a lot he wanted to say, but he couldn't speak.
But after finally meeting her up close and breathing the same air, he was not willing to let her go so soon.
So, silence.
Fisher couldn't see him like this and felt that he was just here to torture her, so he immediately became angry, angry and resentful.
Turn around and open the door.
But Zhuo Yilin moved faster and quickly raised his hand to release the central lock.
There was a "click" and the car door could not be opened. Fisher turned around and yelled: "What do you mean? Open the door!"
"Xiaoxue, I'm sorry... I, I just want to... stay with you for a little longer. Don't worry, I won't do anything." He stared at the girl's angry face in a daze and pain, and said humbly.
Fisher sneered: "You think you are so affectionate and touching, don't you? You are a pervert! You obviously can't make promises to others, but you still keep breaking the rules. You are simply an asshole!"
"Yes, I'm an asshole. I didn't expect that I would become like this."
"You——" Unable to communicate with him, Fisher kicked the car door in anger.
Zhuo Yilin kept staring at her for a while and then said: "Don't worry, today is the last time I come to see you."
Fisher turned around and wanted to ask what he meant, but the words stopped at his lips.
If you have anything to ask, it has nothing to do with him.
"Next week, I will take Feng Qian abroad for treatment. As for when I will come back..."