Chapter 53 How long does a relationship usually last...

Zhao Manzhi's fingers, which were still circling, stopped.

Such a pause usually means hesitation.

Zhuang Youkai grabbed her hand, put it on his lips and kissed it gently, "Don't you want to?"

"Let me think about it."

She certainly knew that Liuyuan was very good. Not only did it have flower gardens all over the mountains, but it also had a French Rococo-style residence. Although it was not as good as Deep Water Bay, it was still romantic.

But what did it mean to live in Liuyuan?

At that time, Grandma Xu smiled and said, you are the first girl to be brought to Liuyuan. It's an honor, but also a little scary.

Thinking of this, the manor full of roses seemed like a cage for a beautiful woman.

Although Zhuang Youkai's original intention might not be so, she couldn't help but think about it.

Accustomed to the life of being served by someone in Liuyuan, accustomed to being supported by him, would it be even more difficult to break free in the future?

The answer is yes.

Zhao Manzhi slowly withdrew her hand and stood up, "I should go back."

Zhuang Youkai knew that this meant she didn't want to continue the topic, so he also sat up, "I'll take you."

She didn't refuse.

After the two of them took a simple shower, they went out. The excitement of New Year's Eve had not yet ended, and the bustle along the way was in sharp contrast with the quietness in the car.

The intimacy of the neck just now made the current low pressure seem even more terrifying, as if tropical cyclones always landed after the hot summer, and a storm was brewing between them.

Zhao Manzhi kept looking out the window to avoid making eye contact with him. In fact, she was also thinking, would Zhuang Youkai be angry with such a straightforward rejection? After all, this young master's first half of his life was smooth sailing, and he probably rarely met someone as ungrateful as her.

Finally, they arrived at the door of their home.

"I'm here." Her voice was very light.

Zhuang Youkai took her hand, held it in his palm and squeezed it lightly, "Go back and have a good rest."

It was as if nothing had happened just now, the disagreement was, and the lingering was also.

Zhao Manzhi got out of the car.

After all, it is a villa community, and those who can live here are considered middle class or above. There are also a few street lights on at night, so it is not too dark. The shadows of the trees are cast down, swaying, and drowsy.

She walked slowly, still thinking about what happened just now. Should I make it clearer? After all, it is the first day of the new year, and if there are any contradictions, the whole year will be very ups and downs.

I don’t know when it started, but I pay attention to this kind of good and bad omen.

Zhao Manzhi took a deep breath, and the chill of the night was brought into her body. Her internal organs were all shocked, prompting a bold idea: if Zhuang Youkai hasn’t left yet, go find him and make things clear. Written expression without tone will make people infinitely speculate on the speaker’s state, and if you are not careful, you may go in the opposite direction.

The canvas shoes stopped, and then slowly turned in the direction.

Zhuang Youkai leaned against the car and smoked, just lit, the first one of the day.

After a whole day, he didn't feel tired after flying to Hangzhou, and he didn't feel tired after taking time to deal with the urgent work sent by Jeffery, let alone being with her. Until now, a kind of exhaustion from the inside out has enveloped him, and he can't even hold the steering wheel. He decided to rest for a while before leaving.

"Hello, boss? Don't you know what time it is now?" Lin Zhuowen was singing and dancing on the other end, and was upset by his call, "What's the matter?"

In the cold night, Zhuang Youkai exhaled a puff of cigarette, and the white mist dissipated from thick to thin, "Let me ask you, how long does it usually take for a relationship to propose living together?"

"The fastest is a day, and the slowest is several years, but most of the people I met are the former." Lin Zhuowen found a secluded corner and shook the whiskey in the glass, "Why, you proposed living together so soon? Too impatient."

It was indeed because of this, he didn't understand and didn't grasp the rhythm.

"I just suggested that she move to Liuyuan so that it would be easier to take care of her."

After all, he traveled a lot and didn't stay in Hong Kong for a long time. Theoretically, they couldn't be considered to be living together. He suddenly had this idea, mainly because he remembered the time when she fell ill at home and had no news from her. He couldn't let it go.

"A person in her twenties can't take care of herself? So you mean, she didn't have to live for the first twenty years after she met you?"

It's really interesting. The man who used to be indifferent to everything has now come to this day, worried about a woman.

Lin Zhuowen took a sip of wine, squinted his eyes and leaned on the sofa, "Well, you have to relax and work in moderation, and the same goes for chasing girls. If you push too hard, she will certainly be unhappy. What do you think..."

"Zhuang Youkai!"

The call was hung up before he finished speaking. Lin Zhuowen stared at the call end interface for a moment and shook his head: Flop, it's useless to say so much.

Zhao Manzhi came running over, his bangs blown behind his face by the wind, panting, "You haven't left yet?"

He glanced at the cigarette butt between his fingers, which had been burned for a long time, "...talking to Zhuo Wen on the phone."

Perhaps it was the influence of emotions, Zhao Manzhi felt Zhuang Youkai lost for the first time. He has always been like a proud lion, holding his head high at all times, rarely looking so pitiful.

Even those overly cold eyes were now as calm as a pool of slow water, without the slightest aggression.

Just seeing this, her heart softened, and she blamed herself even more.

"I didn't make it clear just now, I don't want you to misunderstand." Zhao Manzhi leaned over and naturally put her arm around his waist, "It would be great to live in Liuyuan, but I have paid the rent for my house, so I have to move back no matter what. You don't care about this little money, but it's still a lot for me."

Zhuang Youkai drooped his eyelids slightly and listened to her quietly.

"Besides, I have a bad temper. You can't tell if we're not living under the same roof. What if you don't like me when you see me? We have to get to know each other better and have a clear idea of ​​what to do next." She leaned against his chest quietly, "So please give me some time, okay? I'm not rejecting you, I just need to think about it more."

She said it so patiently and tactfully, who would have the heart to blame her? Zhuang Youkai felt that his mood was like a puzzle, which she put together bit by bit, and he couldn't even find the cracks.

He was stunned for a moment and patted her back gently in response.

Zhao Manzhi looked up at him.

Zhuang Youkai coughed lightly, "I'm smoking, so I won't kiss you." He

was afraid that she would find it unpleasant.

In fact, he has always smoked customized cigarettes, which have reduced the nicotine content and added other ingredients, so the taste is not so strong, but he subconsciously thinks that girls don't like the smell of smoke and always avoids her.

Zhao Manzhi stood on tiptoe and left a lip print on his face, "Stingy."

"Shall I pick you up tomorrow?"

"You should have a good sleep first. It's a rare opportunity to rest. Don't make it harder than going to work."

This time they really separated.

Zhao Manzhi trotted home, her back shrinking into a tiny dot at the end of his sight.

Then she disappeared.

Zhuang Youkai looked up. In the clear and cloudless night sky, the stars and the moon intertwined to form a brilliant river.

The sparks from the cigarette butt flickered, like the signal lights of a ship sailing far away. He took a deep breath, and the chilly evening breeze from the south of the Yangtze River filled his lungs.

*

It was pitch black.

Zhao Manzhi closed the door carefully, and all her movements slowed down as if she was guilty.

She took off her shoes as quietly as possible, and was about to pick up her slippers and go upstairs, but she heard a "click" behind her, and the world suddenly became brighter.

The light was turned on.

It was Ding Qingzi who turned on the light, with an angry look on her face.

Zhao Manzhi's heart was about to jump out of her throat, but now that the truth was revealed, there was nothing to be afraid of. She threw her slippers on the ground and stepped on them with a sense of relief, "Mom, you haven't slept yet?"

Ms. Ding sneered, "You don't answer the phone or reply to WeChat, so you still have me as your mother in your eyes?"

"Didn't you hear it? The fireworks are so loud, you know..."

"And you lied to me! I know Xiaoyu, he said he invited you, but you didn't agree at all!"

Ding Qingzi suddenly raised her voice, which frightened Zhao Manzhi and made her tremble. She tried to adjust her breathing, trying not to be affected by the other party's emotions, and to solve the problem calmly.

"If I tell the truth, will you let me out?"

Ding Qingzi crossed her arms and didn't look at her. "Impossible."

"Yes." Zhao Manzhi spread her hands. "So I can only save the country in a roundabout way."

This fearless attitude undoubtedly added fuel to the fire in Ding Qingzi's heart. She threw the vase beside her to the ground, and the broken porcelain pieces and pink and white rose petals mixed together, which was shocking.

"You went to see your boss, didn't you? What kind of curse did he cast on you to make you so obsessed!" Ding Qingzi didn't understand. She had raised her daughter for twenty years. She had always been a well-behaved and obedient daughter under her nose. Why was she so stubborn and refused to listen to any opinions on this matter?

Was it because of wealth and fame that she was so charming? Zhao Manzhi was not such a vain person.

"He is good to me, considerate of me and cared about me. I like him. Is there anything wrong with that?" Zhao Manzhi looked down at the mess on the ground, her eyes moistened, "Such a normal thing, just because of his different identity, do you have to treat it like a big enemy?"

It's against the sky, it's really against the sky.

Ding Qingzi was so angry that she felt dizzy. She sat down on the chair and took a long time to speak. "Then tell me, what is his identity?"

She opened her lips slightly and said for a long time, "He is just a rich Hong Konger."

This made Ding Qingzi laugh, "Oh, you also know that his biggest feature is that he is rich? Why don't you talk about other titles, such as a net worth of hundreds of billions or trillions, or the heir of a wealthy family? Aren't they all important?"

They all knew that it was because it was too important that the gap was like a natural moat, so they were unwilling to mention it.

Zhao Manzhi looked at her mother, "Do you know who it is?"

"The third son of Huanye Group, the information on the Internet matches." Ding Qingzi said calmly, "I saw him when you went out this morning. He was very energetic. If it weren't for his family's situation, I wouldn't disagree."

She was afraid that there would be no result.

She knew her daughter very well. She was serious about everything she did. How could she not want a home?

But this is exactly the most difficult thing for a child from a wealthy family to give.

They are willing to spend money, time and effort, but they are unwilling to make a promise. How many girls have fallen down and broken into pieces because of their momentary confusion.

At this point, Zhao Manzhi could no longer say anything, and could only clench her fingers nervously, "Mom..."

"I'm doing this for your own good." Ding Qingzi also made a difficult decision, and gave her an ultimatum, "Break up as soon as possible, it's better to suffer a short pain than a long pain. If something happens in the future, you, a girl, will suffer too much." "

But why does love have to have a result?" Her eyes seemed to be drowned and soaked in tears, and she was sore and distressed, "Maybe we are not suitable for each other, and we can break up just like that."

"I don't understand him, don't I understand you? I won't start easily, and I won't let go easily. If you really take the initiative to break up, I will feel a thousand times and ten thousand times sadder than now. Am I right?"

As a mother and daughter who have been connected for ten months and a lifetime, every word and sentence of Ding Qingzi was like a knife and an axe, which inevitably pierced her heart.

Even though she had made up her mind from the beginning to only look at the present and not care about the future, she still couldn't completely convince herself until today. As time went by, she became more and more greedy for Mr. Zhuang's feelings. Once she thought about not being able to be with him,

she became uncontrollably sad. But in front of Ding Qingzi, she still forced herself to be strong, and said with a smile on her lips, "No way, if you are in love and aim to get married, how old-fashioned, you see, dad didn't say anything, his ideas are more advanced than yours. I know

it." "Your dad? What does he know? He is busy being the vice president and cultivating his career. Has he ever worried about your affairs?" Ding Qingzi knew that she couldn't persuade her daughter back, so she lost interest in talking and made the final decision, "It's settled now, you go to bed early, and clean up the floor tomorrow."

"Mom--"

"It's okay if we don't break up, then don't think about seeing him anymore," she pushed open the door, turned her head and looked at Zhao Manzhi, "If it really doesn't work, you can't speak, I'll be the bad guy."