"Senior sister, what's your name?" Sun Hua walked up to Song Qian and asked.

"Song Qian."

"That's right."

"What's right?" Song Qian asked puzzled.

"My dad and your dad are friends, and I'm your mom's student."

Song Qian looked confused and couldn't remember this incident at all.

"When are your parents going back to China?" Sun Hua asked.

"What's wrong?" Song Qian asked.

She has encountered too many of this kind of boys to talk to, she has long been numb, and there are many rich and beautiful people, she has no waves in her heart, she pretended to be a human at first, and now that she thinks about it, there is no one who can compare to Zhang Beiye.

"I need to pay a visit, and your dad introduced my dad to business friends." Sun Hua said.

"They'll be back this afternoon, so contact them then." After Song Qian finished speaking, she wanted to get out quickly, she was not in the mood to deal with this kind of person, so she took out her mobile phone and dialed Zhang Beiye's number.

Song Qian's coldness made Sun Hua obviously a little unhappy, and he may have been overconfident in his charm.

Zhang Beiye was listening attentively, the bell suddenly rang, he was startled, and hurriedly pushed the door in.

Sun Hua turned to look at Zhang Beiye and said, "This is your boyfriend, right?" ”

"Not a boyfriend." Song Qian replied, then stood up with a chair, looked at Sun Hua and said, "He is my husband." ”

Zhang Beiye glanced at Sun Hua, put the violin into the box, and was about to carry Song Qian, Sun Hua said, "Hello, my name is Sun Hua." ”

"Sun what?" Zhang Beiye asked.

"Sun Hua."

"Oh, Brother Hua, hello." Zhang Beiye stretched out his hand.

Sun Hua put his hands in his trouser pockets, very arrogant.

"Although you are younger than me, it is still a bit exaggerated to call Brother Hua, we are not familiar with each other."

"Let's go, I'm hungry." Song Qian said.

Zhang Beiye picked up Song Qian, walked out of the classroom, and said, "His name is Sun Hua, could it be that Brother Hua?" ”

"This can't be, he's the orchestra conductor of the Provincial Symphony Orchestra, how can he be a little rascal?" Song Qian analyzed.

"The truth is this, but it's a pity that Brother Hua is not a little rascal."

"Not a little rascal, what's that?"

"Not people."

Song Qian laughed, "It's too, it's a beast, it's garbage." ”

She didn't understand what Zhang Beiye really meant.

"What does he mean, he is still going to visit your parents and want to rob you from me?" Zhang Beiye asked.

"I'm jealous, we're all married, what are you robbing? Did you arrive early just now, didn't believe me, and deliberately eavesdropped outside the door. Song Qian said, this girl is too smart.

"We're just a husband and wife in name, what do we talk about believe or not, we haven't passed your parents' level yet."

Thinking of this, Song Qian was no longer in the mood to joke, she knew her parents too well, Zhang Beiye would definitely not be able to pass this hurdle.

If she hadn't been with Zhang Beiye for two or three days, she wouldn't have felt anything.

When the two went to the rental room, Zhang Beiye bought food for Song Qian and drove her car to the dormitory to move things.

When she came back, Song Qian was lame cleaning the room.

"You've got a leg injury, so I'd better do it."

"It's okay, you're tired enough, rest for a while, eat something, and you're about to go."

Zhang Beiye sat on the chair, slurped Coke, and took a bite of bread stupidly, not only facing financial difficulties, but also facing the test of life and death, others don't have so much to do with finding a daughter-in-law?

Song Qian saw that his whole body was wilting, and she was a little distressed, walked over with a limp, hugged him in her arms, and said, "Don't worry, Mom and Dad, I'll deal with it." ”

"Hmm."

"Husband, look at me."

"Huh?"

Zhang Beiye looked at Song Qian with a bewildered expression, why did he suddenly enlarge his moves and take the initiative to call her husband?

Song Qian kissed his forehead, thought about it, felt that it was not enough, and kissed his breadcrumb-stained lips again.

"Isn't that better?"

"It's so much better." Zhang Beiye replied, licked his lips, how could it be a lot to describe, and pulled Song Qian into his arms and sat down.

"One more time."

Song Qian tilted her head to dodge, only kissing her slender and white neck, but it also made Zhang Beiye so cool that he was reluctant to move away.

"Itchy! Wait until you get your parents to come again, otherwise the effect will not be good, and they all say that men are only hot for three minutes. You should go take a shower, get dressed nicely, and make a good impression. Song Qian smiled playfully.

Zhang Beiye is still a little cute.

Song Qian touched her lips, her heart was beating fast, it was very strange, Zhang Beiye's taste seemed to be attractive to her, and she had a sense of déjà vu, could it be that she was really destined to be his wife?

Or is it because I haven't kissed a man, so I have a preconceived idea?

After taking a shower and shaving his beard, Song Qian helped him dry his hair, tossed it all the time, and actually brushed his hairstyle, which made him look more energetic.

Although Song Qian's parents are almost fifty years old, they don't look old, after all, the living environment is good.

Zhang Beiye took Song Qian's mobile phone, stared at the photo, and after facing the master, he hurriedly stepped forward to help carry the box.

"No need, what about Qianqian?" Professor Song asked, pushing Zhang Beiye's hand away, and he didn't talk about cultivation at all.

With strange eyes, he looked at the kid in front of him who had deceived his daughter, people's family environment will affect their temperament, the old guy has read countless students, how can he not see that this is a rural boy?

"She's in the car."

"Why didn't Qianqian come and pick us up? Why is her phone in your hand? Mother Song asked a lot of questions.

"She accidentally fell ......"

"Fell?" Both shouted at the same time.

The two old men followed Zhang Beiye and quickly got into the car, Song Qian wanted to come out to greet her, but she hurt her leg and was not angry.

"What's going on, what's going on?" The mother hurriedly asked, checked her daughter's knee, and turned over her hair to see the bandaged wound.

"It's okay, it's just that I fell off the bed on the second floor of the dormitory." Song Qian replied.

Song's father pushed his black-framed glasses, turned his head and glared at Song Qian and scolded, "Do you still take your parents to heart?" You used to be a good girl with cultivation, but now what has become of you? ”

They didn't want to talk to Zhang Beiye, and he didn't talk with a shy face, but just said, "Teacher Song, please fasten your seat belt." ”

The mother sat in the back with Song Qian, looking at the injury on her daughter's head, she was really trembling with anger.

"Say, did this kid beat him?"

"Mom, he's very good to me, why would he beat me? What are you doing here, as a teacher, can you take care of your image and have something to say. Song Qian said.

"When your mother asked, she answered honestly, I have a friend in the Public Security Bureau, and I can arrest him immediately." Professor Song said.

"What catch? He's my husband, and if you have a relationship, you can arrest anyone at will. Song Qian replied indignantly.

"Husband? Who's your husband, do I agree? You've disgraced the two of us and made a fuss, eating barbecues, drinking, and fighting with a bunch of little hooligans. ”

Zhang Beiye braked, parked the car in the middle of the airport expressway, and then looked at Professor Song.

"Teacher Song, here's the thing, Qianqian has been entangled in something recently, she often has nightmares, she was kicked out by her aunt, and she can only sleep in my dormitory, but I have already rented the house, I had nightmares last night and fell out of bed, I didn't hurt her."

Professor Song didn't expect Zhang Beiye to speak so calmly, he thought he should be trembling with fear.

"I think you're that dirty thing, you actually took Qianqian to the boys' dormitory to sleep, don't you even have the money to find her a five-star hotel?"

Mother Song was also furious when she heard it.

"Zhang Beiye, you are also a college student, don't do this kind of thing, it doesn't matter if you are poor, you can take your time, but your moral character can't be bad, use those cows, ghosts, snakes, and gods to fool our two university professors, how did you get into Jiang University with this IQ?"

"I said that, you can't help it if you don't believe it."

Zhang Beiye took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart, Song Qian pushed him, "Beiye, drive, don't stop on the highway, it's too dangerous, let's go home and talk to my parents." ”

"I won't let him into my house." Professor Song said.

"Dad, don't worry, we won't ask you for a penny, rent a house outside, I will park the car in the garage, and you can drive it slowly." Song Qian said.

"Daughter, you must not rent a house outside, in case you are pregnant with a child, it will affect your studies too much, don't ruin your good future, listen to your mother, go to divorce him tomorrow, move back home, we won't scold you." If he dares to threaten you, I will fight him. Mom said earnestly.

Zhang Beiye didn't say anything along the way, just kept adjusting his breathing, trying not to listen to the two old guys.

Now it seems that Song Qian wants to communicate well, it is wrong, it doesn't make sense, people's class concept is very heavy, and finding a poor son-in-law like Zhang Beiye is like taking half of the property from them and cutting a piece of meat.

Back downstairs at Song Qian's house, he parked the car in the garage and was about to take Song Qian down, but was pushed away by Song's father.