The end of this absurd blind date finally reached the ears of the Wen family's parents.

Early in the morning, Wen Jingyu had just sat down on the dining chair, and before she was completely awake, Cui Jin began to interrogate.

"What the hell is going on? Your aunt called me last night and said that she seemed to be quite angry, and I wanted to hear what you had to say. ”

Wen Jingyu yawned and wanted to serve herself a bowl of porridge, but her father Wen Yuyang immediately brought her the pumpkin porridge that had been dried in advance, with a curious expression on her face.

It is said that if you want to know what you look like in the eyes of your relatives, you just need to see what kind of person she will introduce to you.

Wen Jingyu didn't plan to hide it, she explained everything, Cui Jin's face immediately changed after hearing it, and Wen Yuyang's expression was also very subtle.

After all, it was her sister-in-law, and because her husband was present, Cui Jin couldn't bear to say anything too ugly: "There is no need to go on this blind date in the future, if you really want to find a boyfriend, ask your father to introduce a few good guys from their unit." ”

"Don't." Wen Jingyu immediately refused, "I'm not interested in doctors, and I haven't seen anyone at either end for three days since I was busy." ”

Cui Jin naturally threw a roll of his eyes at Wen Yuyang, who immediately justified his profession: "That's not what I said, the good young people in our hospital are still very popular in the marriage market, and it is said that there are people in the heart surgery who are married to celebrities." ”

"Brag." Wen Jingyu smiled.

Cui Jin immediately picked up: "I think so." ”

Wen Yuyang: "......"

"Seriously, you must not have any psychological burden, falling in love and getting married is not shopping for groceries, your father and I will never urge you, what's wrong with twenty-eight? When I was your age, I was still working hard in the laboratory, and girls had to put their careers first. ”

Everything was expected by Wen Jingyu, Cui Jin turned the topic to work as she spoke.

Other parents pay attention to their children's marriage and love, but Ms. Cui is different, she attaches more importance to Wen Jingyu's career development.

In fact, after resigning from the orchestra, Wen Jingyu did not feel relieved, but her heart hung in the air, because no matter how she explained, Cui Jin felt that her current personal training job was temporary, even if the salary was several times higher than that given by the orchestra.

"What's your next plan, you can't keep messing around like this, right?"

Sure enough, Mr. Cui's famous question came again.

Wen Jingyu swallowed two mouthfuls of porridge, looked at the time again, and immediately got up from his seat in the next second.

"Eat slowly, I'm going to be late for morning class."

After speaking, he didn't give Cui Jin a chance to react, and hurriedly went out with the piano case.

When she arrived at Youhe Building, it was just half past eight, in fact, she didn't have any morning class today, but a few parents of students made an appointment to meet.

Parents who come to the institution for consultation are nothing more than for their children's future art examinations, and the competition is fierce in the general environment, and the threshold for musical instrument performance majors is getting higher and higher.

Although there is a lot of room for choosing a traditional popular instrument like the piano, there are many people who learn it, and the examination room often turns into a Shura field where gods fight.

As the saying goes, interlacing is like a mountain, and children who learn musical instruments basically have children's skills, and it is obviously unrealistic to change majors temporarily, and the energy and time cost to be invested are too great.

These parents who came to Wen Jingyu obviously opened up their ideas, their children have been practicing violin since childhood, and now violin is also a hot profession, there are many excellent people on the same track, but viola is different.

As an instrument that is sandwiched between violin and cello all year round, let alone a teacher who teaches viola, there are very few people who even understand this profession.

As soon as I heard that there was a leader of the orchestra in the institution, where could these parents sit still, they did everything possible to find Wen Jingyu.

"Teacher Wen, our children started learning the violin at the age of six, is it too late to turn to the middle lift? But he played the violin mediocrely. ”

As soon as the parent finished speaking, another one immediately picked up: "Our child is too, but he is a little older, and he is already in the third year of junior high school this year, so it should be no problem to catch the art exam, right?" ”

Wen Jingyu sat aside and listened quietly, parents, you say a word to me, it is difficult for her to have a chance to interject.

When they were almost finished, Wen Jingyu spoke: "The violin can indeed turn to the viola, the appearance of the two looks similar, but there are still differences, first of all, the size, the middle lift is larger and heavier." ”

She emphasized one point: "It is not that the violin can be transferred to the middle lift if it is not played well, although the two are common, but the difficulties are different, in addition to the violinist needs to have all the skills of a violinist, the fingering and strength requirements are higher, which depends on the child's own conditions." ”

Wen Jingyu looked at the schedule in her hand and suggested: "You can let the children have a trial class first, after all, interest is the best teacher, their self-will is still very important, whether it is suitable or not, you have to try it to know." ”

Finally sent the parents away, the originally crowded negotiation room instantly became empty, Wen Jingyu was about to stretch, and the girl at the front desk walked in with her mobile phone.

"Teacher Wen, it's hard work, your phone has left in the piano room, and it has just rang several times."

"Thank you."

Wen Jingyu took the phone, and there were several missed calls on it, all of which were from Liang Xiaohan.

She dialed it back.

"Hey."

"What are you doing, Princess Wen?"

"What else can I do, in the piano room."

Liang Xiaohan teased: "Then I have to call Teacher Wen respectfully." ”

"Getting to the point." Wen Jingyu was not polite to him at all.

"Do you have time in the evening, eat together? Booked the location of the Imperial Tea Pavilion, there is the butter crab you have been reading for a long time. ”

Wen Jingyu raised her eyebrows: "What time is it?" ”

"Half past six, I'll wait for you at the door in advance."

"Okay."

When it was time to get off work in the afternoon, Wen Jingyu turned around and went to the bathroom before leaving, and simply made up for makeup before leaving.

Yu Ming Xuan is a Chinese restaurant under the Four Seasons Hotel, which is more than 20 minutes' drive from Youhe Building.

As soon as the taxi driver parked the car, before the parking staff could get closer, Liang Xiaohan, who was waiting at the door, took the first step to open the back seat door for her.

"Princess Wen, please." He smiled facelessly.

He could joke as much as he wanted in private, and he still called her like this when a stranger was present, which made Wen Jingyu feel a little ashamed.

She is known for her cold face, slightly aggressive clear facial features and the addition of a cold temperament, which causes her to look unapproachable when she is not smiling, which is the first impression of her classmates when she was in high school.

Liang Xiaohan didn't sit in the back row of her at first, the two were in the same group, and Wen Jingyu, as the team leader, was responsible for collecting homework, but every time Liang Xiaohan had to drag it, and even found various excuses not to hand in the homework.

Because of her personality, Wen Jingyu was too lazy to urge him, always silently pinching the time, and she didn't force it if she couldn't accept it.

Gradually, she became accustomed to what Liang Xiaohan did, and even ignored him directly several times.

Liang Xiaohan complained that she had a bad temper, and Wen Jingyu couldn't explain.

After a long time, he gave her the nickname "Princess Wen", saying that she was too difficult to serve like the tsundere princess.

This shout is more than ten years.

The restaurant is next to the back garden of the hotel, and you have to cross the lobby and turn a promenade.

In front of her was the straight elevator of the housekeeping department, Wen Jingyu was walking side by side with Liang Xiaohan carrying the piano case, and the person next to her had just talked about the interesting story of high school, but the next second he was suddenly silent.

She looked up, and Liang Xiaohan's smile was fixed on her lips before she could take it off, but a layer of hard ice had already floated in her black eyes.

Wen Jingyu followed his line of sight, and two figures leaning against each other stepped out of the guest room elevator and came straight in their direction.

She took a deep breath, she knew the two too.

Among them, the tall middle-aged man is Liang Xiaohan's father Liang Yunkuan, and the woman he is holding in his arms is actually Liang Xiaohan's ex-girlfriend, Shi Yumeng.

No wonder Liang Xiaohan changed his aura in an instant, and this splashing dog blood was sprinkled on his head after all.

Obviously, the two of them also saw them, Wen Jingyu didn't want to make trouble in public, and lowered her head and tugged at the corner of Liang Xiaohan's clothes, suggesting that he speed up his pace.

People were dragged by her, but the pace was slow, negligibly slow.

She quietly observed his face, as if he had been in the mall, and at this moment the shock and anger had been subdued by him, and was replaced by a sneer on his lips.

Liang Xiaohan suddenly raised his hand and grabbed Wen Jingyu's shoulder, firmly clasped her in the crook of his arm, and then stared at the two figures in front of him unabashedly.

It seems to be fighting back, and it seems to be watching their jokes in the open.

Wen Jingyu's body stiffened slightly, not only because of Liang Xiaohan's sudden intimate actions, but also because of the eyes projected by Liang Yunkuan and Shi Yumeng, one was embarrassed and the other was jealous.

If the screenwriter of the bloody eight-o'clock file lacks character design and plot, then she thinks that the four people who passed by at this moment are simply suitable.

Even Liang Xiaohan can provide lines.

"It's really all over the world, there are no surprises, Lao Tzu actually picked up his son's leftovers to eat."

Wen Jingyu was 100% sure that he was speaking loud enough for the two of them to hear clearly.

She closed her eyes helplessly, and could only drag him to speed up her pace again, and when the two turned to the corridor, Liang Xiaohan let go of her shoulder.

"Fuck ......"

The man let go of his forbearance, and finally couldn't control his foul mouth.

Wen Jingyu knew what he was angry about.

Shi Yumeng is not the point, but after a few months of dewy love, Liang Gongzi naturally won't take it to heart.

Liang Yunkuan is the fuse that can ignite him.

"I was busy running and breaking my legs, just to clean up the mess he made, there was no diamond and I still had to do porcelain work, my grandfather didn't know what to think at the beginning, he chose such a person as his son-in-law, and entrusted all the property to him."

Xu was furious, and Liang Xiaohan stopped to take a breath when he was halfway through speaking.

"You also saw it, dogs can't change to eat, and people won't change, that old thing's bad root gene should have been terminated by me a long time ago."

The more he spoke, the more he deviated, and Wen Jingyu frowned when he listened: "Why bother to belittle yourself." ”

"They've known each other since they were teenagers."

Liang Xiaohan refers to Liang Yunkuan and Xiao Yun.

"You say, was their relationship real at that time?" He scoffed, "If it's true, then the emotion thing is too cheap." ”

Wen Jingyu was silent, and she couldn't evaluate the things she knew coldly.

At this moment, a figure suddenly appeared at the end of the corridor.

"I've been looking for you for a long time, why are you here?" As soon as Feng Yue's voice fell, he saw Wen Jingyu beside Liang Xiaohan again, "Yo, our Princess Wen is also here." ”

Wen Jingyu was a little surprised, Liang Xiaohan did not mention it on the phone, it turned out that today's dinner was not for her, but a lively party.

She was just one of the invited guests.

The matter has come to this point, no matter how much her mood turns a thousand times, at least she must remain stable and calm on the surface.

"Mr. Feng, meet again."

"Why are you always so polite, just follow Xiao Han and call me Feng Er." Feng Yue waved to them as he spoke, "Come over quickly, important people are also on the way." ”

After entering the box, Wen Jingyu observed around with her spare eyes, and there were still those familiar faces on the round table.

It's just that compared with last time, this time without the foil of the group of warblers and warblers, she became the only woman in the audience, and she also became the most uncomfortable person.

Liang Xiaohan's emotions were cleaned up, and there was a relaxed expression on his face again, as if the person who had just lost control in the corridor was not him.

"Miss, do you need help storing your belongings?"

The waiter's gentle inquiry awakened a wandering whisper, referring to her case.

"Thanks, no need."

"Shall I find you another chair and put it behind you?"

This proposal couldn't be better, Wen Jingyu nodded in gratitude.

As soon as the waiter stepped out of the door with his front foot, Fang Li followed in with his hind foot, he and Liang Xiaohan looked at each other, and said, "Mr. Liang, the person has arrived." ”

The murmur of high-pitched talk in the box stopped abruptly, and Liang Xiaohan took the lead in standing up from his position first, and the others followed suit and made a welcoming gesture.

Although she didn't know who was about to appear on the stage, Wen Jingyu was embarrassed to sit down, she was going to get up, but the weight of the solid wooden chair was too heavy, and she couldn't push it away with normal strength.

At the moment when she was struggling with the chair, there was movement at the door.

"Mr. Zhou, Mr. Jiang, I am not welcome."

"Mr. Liang is polite."

Wen Jingyu's breath was slightly suffocated, she slowly raised her head, and the distinguished guest's gaze just swept over.

It's Zhou Rongye.