The man surnamed Zhou had a smile on his face, staring at Meng Yao with burning eyes, and his rough palm grabbed Meng Yao's hand. Not a simple touch, but the kind of grip in which his palm wrapped around her entire hand.

Meng Yao felt a little weird, and quietly twitched his hand, but the other party held it tightly.

However, it only took a second or two for the man surnamed Zhou to let go of her hand.

While Meng Yao withdrew his hand, he also suppressed the doubts in his heart.

Perhaps, it's just my own delusion.

"Brother Zhou, thank you for sending me back." He Jianing didn't pay attention, and smiled gently, "Why don't you sit upstairs at my house, have a light meal and then leave, it's all home-cooked food, just don't dislike it." ”

The man surnamed Zhou touched his head and said with a smile: "Hearing you say this, I'm really a little hungry, so I'm not polite to you Xiao He." ”

When the three of them entered the house, He Jianing turned on the TV first, and then said to the man surnamed Zhou with a smile: "Brother Zhou, you watch the TV first, and I'll prepare dinner." ”

Then, he said to Meng Yao: "You accompany Uncle Zhou to chat, and I'll go cut some fruit." With that, He Jianing walked to the kitchen.

Meng Yao had to go to the sofa opposite the man surnamed Zhou and sit down, put her little hands on her knees, put her feet together, and looked at her nose and nose.

The man surnamed Zhou asked with a smile, "Yaoyao, how old are you this year?" You look like you're still in high school, aren't you?"

"It's a senior year of high school." Meng Yao said casually.

"Oh, senior year of high school, it's almost time to take the college entrance examination, right?" The man surnamed Zhou asked with a smile, "How are your grades, have you thought about which university to go to?" ”

Meng Yao said: "The grades are not very good, as long as you can be admitted to university." ”

The man surnamed Zhou smiled: "It's okay, girls, you don't have to be too good at studying, you have to get married after all." ”

Then he asked Meng Yao some questions, looking very concerned.

Meng Yao felt that he was a little too concerned, and gradually became a little impatient, so he answered a few words casually and took out the textbook and read it, looking like he was busy studying, do not disturb.

Seeing this, the man surnamed Zhou also closed his mouth.

After a while, when Meng Haochen came back, He Jianing's dinner was ready.

After dinner, the man surnamed Zhou got up and said with a smile: "It's not too early, I'll leave first, so I won't bother you." ”

He Jianing took off his apron and said with a smile: "Then I'll send you down." He said to Meng Haochen and Meng Yao: "You are at home, and my mother will come back when I send Uncle Zhou downstairs." ”

He Jianing and the man surnamed Zhou went out and pressed the button of the elevator.

A moment later, the elevator doors opened, and inside stood a young man, slender in size, with his hands casually in his pockets.

He Jianing knew him, this man was a resident upstairs, although he had only met him once or twice, but the other party was so handsome that it was really unforgettable.

It's just that she doesn't know the other party's name.

And He Zheng's black eyes also fell on He Jianing's body, he didn't expect that he would run into Meng Yao's mother when he went downstairs.

After being slightly surprised for a moment, he immediately bowed his head and smiled faintly: "Do you two want to go downstairs?" Come in. ”

He Jianing said politely: "Thank you." "I got into the elevator with the man surnamed Zhou.

The elevator goes down.

The man surnamed Zhou looked at He Jianing, his small eyes narrowed into a slit, and his gaze became very eager: "Xiao He, your cooking skills are really good, whoever marries you in the future will be blessed!" ”

[Although this woman is not young, she still looks good, much better than the yellow-faced woman in my family, but I don't know how to work in bed......]