Chapter 11 Interpretation

Wu Xiaoya sneered at him: "Hey, why don't you say that you have a girlfriend, what kind of blind date are you going to go on?"

"Ahem!" the daughter said so bluntly that Professor Wu suddenly felt a little embarrassed and pretended to cough to remind her to pay attention.

He Yan didn't care much about the ridicule in her words, but thought of a possibility through the subtext in guò's words, and asked, "Coincidentally, you know about this?"

"Why, don't you give yourself grievances?" Wu Xiaoya pursed her lips, her eyes flashed with malice, and she said word by word, "Qiaoqiao didn't just hear it, she also saw it with her own eyes." ”

If He Yan is not surprised at this time, it must be a lie, he was caught on a blind date with his girlfriend behind his back, and I am afraid that only the person concerned knows the taste. He Yan's face was a little ugly, and in the face of Wu Xiaoya's provocative gaze, he lowered his head and chose to be silent. After a while, he smiled bitterly: "Whether you believe it or not, in fact, I was deceived." At that time, I received a call from my mother, asking me to entertain a distant relative, I just came, I didn't expect it to be a blind date......"

The look on Wu Xiaoya's face became more and more disdainful: "You listen to your mother like this, if your mother wants you to break up with Qiaoqiao, do you also obediently listen to him?"

"How could it be reads;!" He Yan raised his head sharply and exclaimed, "I think she's going crazy, how can she be willing to part with Qiaoqiao......"

You have the ability to tell me that you have the ability to go home and get your mother! Wu Xiaoya wanted to spray him in the face, but she cared about public places and held back in front of her father, but she still glared at He Yan angrily, obviously not trusting his words much.

And He Yan only wanted to return to Chengjia Village as soon as possible, how to explain the misunderstanding with his beloved Qiaoqiao, and as for the attitude of other people towards him, he directly ignored it. When Professor Wu came out of the health center after watching the doctor, he was so anxious that he drove Dabai all the way back to Chengjia Village, just in time for the banquet in the courtyard of Cheng's house.

In order to thank Yan Bo for driving away Lin Qiang's group of bullies, the Cheng family set up four large round tables in their yard, and the workers of Yan Bo's company alone filled three tables. The remaining table was reserved for Yan Bo and the Cheng family.

As the head of the family, Old Man Cheng naturally sat in the middle of the head, next to Cheng Qiao's uncle, and on the other side was Cheng Qiao, because there were not many people at this table, Yan Bo sat down next to Cheng Qiao. So when He Yan and Professor Wu's father and daughter entered the door, they saw Yan Bo occupying the position next to Cheng Qiao, and immediately frowned in displeasure, walked straight over and sat down next to Yan Bo, squeezed his eyes at him, and asked him to give up his position.

It's a pity that Mr. Cheng kept pulling Yan Bo to talk non-stop, praising his good character, and I heard that he opened his own decoration company as the boss and said that he was young and promising. It was rare for Yan Bo to be praised like this, he touched his head and was happy, and he got carried away and didn't receive He Yan's eye warning at all.

Old Man Cheng was full of interest, took a sip of hot tea, and inquired about his family history on the side, as if he had the meaning of ordering mandarin ducks for his eldest granddaughter.

As for He Yan, the original real boyfriend, only for the sake of being an audience on the side, the sourness in his heart is similar to the taste of the original juice of kumquat, lime and white vinegar without water, and the handsome face is getting darker and darker as if he has been digging coal in the mine for ten years, and the smart and deep eyes that have fascinated countless ignorant girls stared at Mr. Cheng, as if he kept shouting: Look at me, look at me, I am Qiaoqiao's boyfriend!

Yan Bo, who was slow to react, finally felt the terrifying resentment hanging behind him, shrank for a moment, and turned his head to see He Yan's face that was darker than the night.

Old Man Cheng seemed to notice He Yan and Wu Xiaoya's father and daughter, and asked the granddaughter beside him, "Who are these?"

Cheng Qiao deliberately ignored He Yan, pointed at Wu Xiaoya and said: "This is my classmate Wu Xiaoya, my grandfather has already seen her, and it is her father, a professor in our school, and a famous architect." ”

When Old Man Cheng heard Professor Wu's name, he couldn't help but be in awe, and raised his hand to greet: "Professor Wu, hello!"

Professor Wu hurriedly stood up and said politely, "It's all a false name! Thank you for your hospitality." ”

After the two old men finished politely, when it was their turn to introduce He Yan, seeing that the eldest granddaughter was silent for a long time, the old man took the initiative to ask, "Who is this?"

The dark clouds on He Yan's face dissipated instantly, and he saw the sun in the clouds, smiling like a spring breeze: "Hello grandpa, my name is He Yan, and I am Qiaoqiao's boyfriend!"

Cheng Qiao was not very happy when he was robbed of the talk, he obviously said that he had broken up and dared to be cheeky and said that it was his boyfriend, a beautiful little face suddenly tensed, and his apricot eyes were round: "Grandpa, don't listen to his nonsense." He was just a college classmate of mine. ”

He Yan was glared at by her like this, his heart trembled, and he quickly stood up and continued: "Grandpa, I didn't talk nonsense. I have been talking with Qiaoqiao for a few years, but there was a misunderstanding a few days ago......" he said, and glanced at Cheng Qiao.

Hearing him say this, Old Man Cheng remembered that his granddaughter was really sullen when he came back a few days ago, and vaguely guessed that what He Yan said might be the truth, and he didn't know what misunderstanding happened between the two young people, so he refused to admit it when the girl was thin-skinned and awkward. So he turned his head and asked, "Qiaoqiao, is what he said true?"

Cheng Qiao glanced at his grandfather, lowered his head and didn't say anything.

Familiar with his granddaughter's personality, he became more and more sure that He Yan was about eight or nine, and his attitude towards him was also a little affectionate.

Seeing this, He Yan knew that there was a play, and his attitude became more and more sincere: "Grandpa, I came here today to apologize to Qiaoqiao, please Qiaoqiao give me a chance!"

Cheng Qiao was ashamed of him when he thought about it, and he was stared at by his explicit eyes, and he was uncomfortable, just as Zhao Chunjuan shouted "Serve the food" and walked out of the hall door with a tray, and hurriedly stood up and shouted: "Auntie, I'll help you." ”

Seeing that Cheng Qiao deliberately avoided himself, He Yan showed a very hurt expression on his face at the right time, and naturally won the sympathy of the old man, and encouraged him loudly: "The little girl loves to be temperamental, you have to work hard." ”

He Yan immediately smiled, and nodded seriously to the elementary school students after listening to the teacher's lecture: "Thank you, grandpa, I will work hard!"

Yan Bo next to him couldn't stand it anymore, was this still the Heavenly King Liang Po's domineering president he knew?

Zhao Chunjuan put a few cold dishes on the table, obediently heard the movement, and ran to the edge of their table and shook it. The hostess was not there, and the male owner was keen to please the future parents and ignored it at all, so he had to retreat and run to Wu Xiaoya's side and squat, raising his two front paws and dangling to beg for food.

Yan Bo saw this scene in his eyes, patted the back of his head, and squinted at He Yan again, the expression of this dog's leg was not exactly the same as the golden retriever in front of him. Where did the good cold male god go?

Before the dishes were ready, Wu Xiaoya was embarrassed to move the chopsticks, obediently rubbed a few more times on her legs, looked at her pleadingly, Wu Xiaoya, who had no resistance to cute things, picked up the chopsticks and quickly took a piece of ham meat from the cold dish and handed it to the obedient mouth.

After the four tables were served, Cheng Qiao returned to his position, and found that He Yan was staring at him and wanted to speak, so he rolled his eyes and threw out a sentence lightly: "If there is anything to say, we will say it privately after eating." ”

He Yan saw that she was indifferent to herself, and her disappointment was overflowing, so she comforted herself: "It's good that she is still willing to listen to my explanation." ”

Beckoning Zhao Chunjuan and Cheng Yuan, who were busy in the kitchen, to sit down, Old Man Cheng stood up and said angrily: "It's time to open the table." It's all home-cooked food, everyone can eat it at will, you're welcome. ”

Yan Bo lived in an urban village when he was a child, and he didn't eat less farm food, so he didn't have much hope for the sparse and ordinary dishes on the table in front of him, so he took out a piece of white fish meat from the large porcelain bowl containing fish fillets across the river and put it in front of him and looked at it. Hurriedly asked Cheng Qiao: "Who made this dish?"

Cheng Qiao didn't know the essence of his foodie, and replied casually: "It's either the eldest aunt or Yuanyuan." ”

Zhao Chunjuan smiled and waved her hand: "I'm not in charge of the spoon today." ”

Yan Bo looked at Cheng Yuan with a look of adoration: "Cute girl, foodies begging for food!"

Cheng Qiao raised his chopsticks and knocked on his head: "Eat yours." ”

Everyone at the table ate happily, even Professor Wu, who injured his leg, had a round stomach, only He Yan didn't know the taste of food, and looked forward to dispersing soon. Looking forward to the stars and the moon, he finally looked forward to the opportunity to be alone with Cheng Qiao, but it turned out to be far from what he thought.