Looking up at the goddess-like noble and beautiful girl in front of him, Song Hanshan hesitated for a moment and then asked with some confusion: "You...can you tell me about the relationship between you and Aotian?"
"I love him..." Wang Yingfei looked at Song Hanshan and whispered seriously: "It's just... he doesn't know it yet!"
"But...it seems like you just met! How could you and him get together so quickly..."
"Weird, isn't it?"
"Yes……"
"Actually... we have known each other for more than three years... it's just... he doesn't know!"
"..."
Hearing what Wang Yingfei said, Song Hanshan became more and more confused.
"Brother Hanshan, can I ask you something?" Wang Yingfei did not continue the previous topic, but looked at Song Hanshan and said seriously.
"What's up?"
"What I like about Aotian... I hope you can keep it a secret!"
"Why?"
"Don't ask, just promise me!"
"Then...okay!" Song Hanshan nodded helplessly.
Leng Aotian followed Zhou Qian into an elevator apartment with large and small bags of messy things, and soon took the elevator to the thirteenth floor.
Seeing the beautiful teacher who took out the key to open the door, Leng Aotian suddenly remembered something important: "Baby Qianqian, why didn't you tell me something important when you were shopping just now: my future father-in-law.
What does he need? Or what does he like?... It’s the first time I’ve come to your house, so it seems a little inappropriate, right?”
"You didn't think of it until now!...Humph! Obviously you didn't take this matter to heart!" Zhou Qian pretended to be annoyed and turned around to give the bad student a slight glance.
"I...I knew I was following you to watch you buy things, but I forgot for a moment..." Leng Aotian said with a smile.
"Don't worry...my dad doesn't like others giving him things, and the vegetables I bought today are all his favorites." Zhou Qian opened the door as she spoke: "Let's go..."
Hearing what Zhou Qian said, Leng Aotian didn't say anything more. In fact, it was useless for him to say anything more at this time, so he had no choice but to follow the beautiful teacher into the room.
As soon as Leng Aotian walked into the living room, he immediately felt a strong literary atmosphere.
This is a not very big living room. The living room is about sixty or seventy square meters. The walls are covered with light gold wallpaper. There are paintings and calligraphy of dragons and phoenixes hanging around. There are also some very beautiful root carvings placed around it. Against the wall
A row of large sofas has a small bookcase on each side. The cabinets are neatly filled with books. On both sides of the TV cabinet in front of the TV stand, there are two small bookcases.
It is also filled with various books.
There are two bookcases on both sides of the floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room, which are also filled with books.
At this time, an old man in his early fifties was sitting on the sofa in the living room. The old man had some gray hair and wore a pair of old-fashioned black-rimmed glasses. He had a fresh face and seemed to be in good spirits.
Looking at the old man's appearance, Leng Aotian felt that he was a knowledgeable person.
At this time, the old man had put down the book in his hand and was looking up at Leng Aotian.
"Daddy...this is the bad student Leng Aotian I told you about!" Zhou Qian looked at the old man beside Leng Aotian and said softly.
"Oh...come and sit...sit, sit!"
After hearing what his daughter said, the old man hurriedly stood up and said, with a very happy expression on his face.
"You're too kind!"
Somewhat surprised by the old man's enthusiasm, Leng Aotian quickly said politely.
"Bad student, help me get my things in first and then come out to talk to my daddy!" Zhou Qian looked at Leng Aotian and said in a rude voice: "I can't carry these things!"
"Haha...you go first! You go first!"
The old man looked at Leng Aotian with obvious joy in his eyes.
The way he looked was exactly like the way a father-in-law looks at his son-in-law.
Leng Aotian didn't say anything more, and walked into the kitchen with Zhou Qian holding large and small bags of things.
After Zhou Qian pointed the bad student to put everything where it should be, she pushed his back with joy and drove the bad boy out of the kitchen who wanted to hug her boldly: "Stay with me daddy.
Go! You are not allowed to cause trouble here..."
"hey-hey!"
Seeing the beautiful teacher closing the kitchen door with a shy look on her face, Leng Aotian smiled shamelessly, suppressed the heat rising in his heart and walked back to the living room again.
After sitting down on the sofa next to the old man, before Leng Aotian spoke, the old man had already spoken first: "Young man, did you hear Qianqian say that you are his student?"
"Yes……"
"You don't seem to be very old yet!"
"Almost twenty!"
"Oh... not yet twenty years old!" The old man nodded slightly and then continued: "But he is not young, he is five years younger than Qianqian!"
"How old are you this year? You should be forty years old, right!" Leng Aotian told lies with his eyes open.
"Haha... I am already fifty-six years old!" The old man was very happy when he heard Leng Aotian's flattery. He laughed and said: "You still don't know what my name is? My name is Zhou Bohong, you can just call me Zhou.
uncle."
"Uncle Zhou, thank you for finding me a very good place to open a game studio in Huaxia College!" Leng Aotian looked at Zhou Bohong and said politely.
"Speaking of thanks, I also need to thank you!" Zhou Bohong said seriously: "If it weren't for your help, let alone my old bones would be hijacked by others, even my precious daughter would have been pregnant by now.
I’m trapped in jail and can’t extricate myself!…I’m so scared when I think about this!”
"Those are all things I should do! I can't even say thank you!" Leng Aotian said very modestly: "Based on my relationship with Qianqian, this is what I have to do."
"Oh...how do you say that?" Zhou Bohong's eyes narrowed to a slit, with an obvious smile on his face.
"Because... I want to be Qianqian's husband!" Leng Aotian said directly with a smile.
"Hahaha...Young people are really straightforward...haha" Zhou Bohong said with a bright face: "Actually, Qianqian has told me something about you, but she didn't say it clearly!"
"So, you agree with me and Qianqian..." Leng Aotian looked at the blooming chrysanthemums on Zhou Bohong's face, and suddenly felt a burst of joy in his heart.
He knew that the old man in front of him must have acquiesced in his relationship with Zhou Qian.
"Qianqian told me that you have a very good relationship with him, and she also told me that your boy seems to have another woman!" At this point, Zhou Bohong's face suddenly became serious: "Is this the case?
real?"
"It's true..." Leng Aotian nodded and said. At this time, he could no longer give up Su Yuwei and Ling Siya, nor could he give up Chu Menghan and Tang Yue'er, so he had to admit it.
"I originally didn't want to get involved in Qianqian's emotional issues, but I am her father after all, so I cannot care less about her lifelong affairs. Now that you have said that, I have to say a few words." Zhou Bohong read.
Leng Aotian said seriously: "I don't want to say anything else. It seems that it is of little use anymore, because I know that Qianqian must have acquiesced to this matter."
After a slight pause, he continued with a serious face: "It's just that I must warn you very carefully. I don't care which girl you like, as long as you are with my daughter, you must treat her well. Absolutely."
You are not allowed to bully her! And you must promise to always treat her well!... Otherwise, even if I try my best, I will definitely settle the score with you! "
"Don't worry, I promise that I will love Qianqian forever. Since I have decided to marry her, I will love her forever. I can guarantee it with my life!" Leng Aotian said with a serious face.
"I hope you can do what you say!" Zhou Bohong nodded, and as he spoke, he picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip.
"Although I can't love her alone in this life, I can guarantee that I will love her very seriously and take good care of her in this life." Leng Aotian said very seriously.
Seeing that Leng Aotian was speaking very seriously, Zhou Bohong nodded slightly but sighed softly: "Qianqian is my only daughter. Her mother is gone, and I have been very busy, so I have not been able to give her more care."
And love and care. I hope you can let her get more love!"
"I will definitely do my best to make her happy!" Leng Aotian said with certainty: "I will never let her be wronged again!"
"By the way...why do you want to build a studio in the college?" Zhou Bohong nodded and decided not to continue the previous topic.
"I want to develop my own game and make it work!"
"It seems you plan to do business in this area in the future?"
"This is just one direction I plan to develop!"
"Oh...do you have other plans?"
"It's not a plan...I'm already doing it!"
“It’s a good thing for young people to be ambitious, but they shouldn’t be too radical, and they must act within their capabilities!”
"..."
The two were chatting casually in the living room, and before they knew it, Zhou Qian had prepared a sumptuous dinner.
Seeing that her father and the bad boy seemed to get along very well, Zhou Qian felt very happy.
Zhou Qian's cooking skills are quite good, and Leng Aotian was very happy to eat this dinner.
After dinner, Zhou Bohong and Leng Aotian had a brief chat before getting up and leaving the living room.
Leng Aotian sat comfortably on the large sofa and turned around casually.
After Zhou Qian cleared the dishes on the table, she sat down next to the bad boy.
"Baby... your father has acquiesced in your being my wife!... Gao is not happy!" Leng Aotian turned to look at the charming and charming teacher beside him and smiled slightly. As he spoke, he wanted to hold Zhou Qian into his arms.
inside.
"It's not allowed here...my dad came out to see it!" Zhou Qian shyly rejected the bad boy, but she was still pulled into his arms domineeringly.
"Kiss..."
Leng Aotian chuckled, and when he finished speaking, he wanted to kiss the beautiful woman in his arms.