Chapter 79 Sweet.

Separation always comes after a grand reunion. When autumn came, Peiyi was going to England.

Although she had prepared herself mentally, it was her first time to leave her family and go to a foreign country. The little girl was reluctant and had a big tantrum.

Besides, Wycombe Abbey School was a full-time boarding school. Although there were teachers and housekeepers, they were not like those at home. Peiyi had to face the trivialities of life by herself. She was scared just thinking about it.

And Zhuang Youkai was such a difficult person to make concessions. Peiyi had no doubt that he would pack her up with her quilt and throw her on the business jet while she was sleeping soundly, so that she could breathe the fresh air of Buckinghamshire when she woke up.

So she insisted on sleeping with sister Mandy.

He was ruthless and ungrateful, and she would not let him have an easy time.

Although Peiyi had suffered from a serious illness, because it was discovered in time and the operation was successful, she recovered very well and was almost cured. Although she experienced ups and downs in life at a young age, her personality did not change drastically. She was cheerful and talkative. She would talk to Zhao Manzhi for a long time every day before going to bed.

In addition to the little girl's wild ideas, she would also talk about Fang Ling. Although this tutor was hired by Chen Peishan with ulterior motives, they had a good relationship.

"So, sister Mandy, why are you unhappy with Teacher Fang?"

In the dark night, Peiyi rubbed her shoulders, furry, like a small animal.

"Well..." She didn't want the child to understand the complexity of communication in the adult world too early, and didn't know where to start. "It's just that when people grow up, they slowly find that they will change and the other person will change. Maybe you are compatible at a certain period, but it is only a short period in each other's life trajectory. Do you understand?"

Not really. Peiyi was shaking her head.

Zhao Manzhi thought about it and rephrased, "Let me put it this way. The old me and the old Teacher Fang could be friends, but because of our different experiences, we changed imperceptibly. After the change, the changed me and Teacher Fang are no longer people who can be friends. So the separation is not anyone's problem, nor is it anyone's fault. It is a very natural thing."

This time she seemed to understand, and like a little philosopher, she said, "In other words, it is normal to separate, because we are all changing."

"right."

"What about you and your brother? Will you be separated too?"

Zhao Manzhi was speechless. She really wanted to say no, but that would go against the logic of what she had just said.

Fortunately, Peiyi quickly answered for her, "But this situation is basically impossible. My brother will adapt to it."

"He has no principles when facing you."

He looks like a veteran in the love field, which makes people laugh.

Zhao Manzhi teased her deliberately, "What if your brother can't adapt? Will you miss me if we separate?"

"That's because he doesn't know what's good for him!" The little girl clenched her fists, "I'll beat him up for you."

She smiled and rubbed Peiyi's little head.

Well, learn MMA first and then consider this matter.

After all, your brother is a bully with hexagonal combat power and no dead angles.

Zhuang Peiyi always sticks to Zhao Manzhi. As the day of going to the UK is getting closer, the symptoms are getting worse day by day.

Seeing her occupying Zhao Manzhi every day, Zhuang Youkai dared not to be angry or say anything. After all, if there was anything, Peiyi would bring out a shield and hide behind Zhao Manzhi to pretend to be pitiful.

This trick is almost unsolvable.

Just when Zhao Manzhi thought that Zhuang Youkai had failed, one day she went out to work and came home early. As soon as she opened the door, she was caught by Zhuang Youkai, pressed against the door panel, and kissed deeply and heavily.

He knew the password of her house, so it was not surprising that he appeared here.

What was strange was that a man who had always been gentle in bed could be so strong, and she was a little overwhelmed.

After all, they hadn't had it for too long. After being kissed by him for a while, Zhao Manzhi softened into a handful of spring water and melted in his palm.

But he still tried to stay awake and said, "Peiyi will see when she comes back--"

"No, she is fully booked today."

Equestrianism, ballroom dancing, dinner etiquette, he was aiming to drain Zhuang Peiyi's energy.

I don't know if it was this sentence that made her feel at ease, or his lingering kiss itself was a test of one's rationality. Zhao Manzhi half-heartedly obeyed him, without even taking off her clothes. She rolled up her dress, and the moon-white folds piled at her waist, shaking out a cold and dull halo as she swayed.

She was squeezed in a small space, like a butterfly with broken wings that lost the ability to flutter. She could only sleep on him, following him to climb the peak and sink, and on a summer night that no one knew, it rained wetly.

He brought her sweet rain, like sucking and kissing the nectar he had picked, "Sweet."

His voice was very suitable for love words.

Romantic but not frivolous, mellow but not restrained.

Zhao Manzhi closed her eyes, her fingers tightly clasped into his strong back muscles, wrinkling the high-end custom-made shirt.

She had never felt his seizure and possession before, and now she couldn't help herself, wishing she could let him knead her until she broke in his arms.

"Have you never thought about me these days?"

She tilted her neck and uttered a muffled groan. As if he was dissatisfied with this ambiguous answer, he deliberately increased his strength, almost breaking her voice, "Do you think about me or not?"

"Yes... very much."

"Then why are you still letting Pei Yi make trouble?"

... This man is really crazy, even jealous of a teenage girl.

"That's your sister too." She kissed him randomly, "Besides, isn't she leaving..." She

couldn't keep her for much longer. Zhuang

Youkai raised his lips, "She is indeed leaving, grandma is worried and insisted that I send her there."

"How about, together?"

Zhao Manzhi was shocked. She had been busy for a while, and it was indeed time to take a New Year's holiday.

But in this case, what would the two of them be? Sending the children to school together?

It was indescribably weird.

"Just... send her there?"

"When she settles down in the UK, we'll go to Switzerland. Didn't we fail to go to Lausanne? Let's go this time, too, huh?"

He even deliberately resisted when he said the last word. Zhao Manzhi couldn't stand it anymore and had to agree.

She asked Katrina for annual leave, but the latter waved her hand and nodded her consent without even looking at the time and itinerary carefully. She also asked, "Are you going to get married?"

Zhao Manzhi smiled, "Not so soon."

"Don't forget what I said! So urgent." Katrina was still thinking about the career blueprint she had planned for Zhao Manzhi, "Women can't delay getting married and having children, and they can't delay work even more. If we go with President Zhuang this time, it's better to take him down in one go-" "

Okay, Katrina, don't worry, since you are willing to leave a place for me, I won't let you down. Okay?"

The other party was reassured and wished her a pleasant journey.

Zhuang Peiyi's going to study was indeed a big deal. In Zhuang Youkai's words, she wanted to move a house there and take all the odds and ends with her.

Zhuang Peiyi retorted, "What do you know? Those dolls are all my friends, and they all have names!"

"How can someone who can name mutant broccoli, eggplant, watermelon, and avocado be normal?"

Peiyi couldn't argue with him, and ran to the side without saying a word to sulk. Zhao Manzhi was caught in the middle and was embarrassed. In the end, she persuaded Zhuang Youkai to respect the innocence of children.

But someone was stubborn and sneered, "If you knew that Peiyi exchanged the words you took from me for pocket money, you wouldn't think she was innocent."

Zhao Manzhi: "..."

Fortunately, Peiyi was a child trained by him. Although she was arrogant at home and always made people feel spoiled, she adapted quickly to school and didn't have the expected situation of acclimatization.

Seeing this, Zhao Manzhi and the others were relieved and applied for the route to Geneva.

During her stay in England, Zhuang Youkai took her to his alma mater, Trinity College, a Gothic building towering on the banks of the River Cam. He raised his hand and pointed, telling her about the time when he walked across the Bridge of Sighs in a black robe.

Zhao Manzhi held her hands empty, as if she was really holding a microphone, "Can I interview you? What major did you study at that time?"

"Political science."

She was surprised, "It doesn't match you at all."

Zhuang Youkai smiled and squeezed her hand, "What's not suitable? If I were to go into politics, I might be a rising star in the political arena."

"No...that's different."

Perhaps the impression left by Yu Hansong's family was too deep, and politician was not a good word for her. When Zhao Manzhi thought that Zhuang Youkai might become hypocritical, she was a little scared.

"Politics is not what you think." After sending the little burden away, he was in high spirits and explained this unfamiliar subject to her with great patience. "Compared to the stereotype of playing power games, politics itself is closer to a philosophy, about the times, human nature, and opportunities, viewed from a more macro perspective."

The sunset in early autumn was still dazzling, spreading a layer of gold foil-like waves on the surface of the River Cam. The ripples were dotted with a few scattered maple leaves. It was not bleak, but had a kind of autumn harvest and winter storage.

Zhuang Youkai was wearing a khaki windbreaker, which rarely looked so sharp. If he had a pair of glasses on his high nose bridge, he would become the most stylish senior in the Department of Political Science.

No one was studying was Guan Yonglin's concern, and her literary style was not passed on. Zhao Manzhi looked at Zhuang Youkai at this moment and felt for no reason that he had the innocence of an idealist and was also suitable to be a scholar.

If his brother had not died, perhaps in another time and space, Zhuang Youkai could have looked at the gentle waves of the River Cam, read volumes of obscure documents, and typed out his thoughts on the keyboard.

That was his youth.

"Zhuang Youkai, if your brother were still alive, you wouldn't have to inherit the family business, and you could have been carefree forever, what would it be like now?"

In the red sunset that was about to burn, she looked up and asked him, her watery eyes reflecting his eyebrows and eyes, like an old photo engraved in a pocket watch.

Zhuang Youkai did not answer her, "Why think about those things?"

"Imagine, just like I would think, what would happen if I had not chosen Zhongda, but went to Beijing with Chen Hang? Although my score is not enough for the top 2, it is more than enough to study at Renmin University."

As she said that, Zhao Manzhi exclaimed, "Maybe we will meet in another field."

Zhuang Youkai gently took her into his arms and stroked her cheek lightly, "Don't think about what if, it's good now."

He was afraid that any mistake, a little bit of luck, the trajectories of their destiny would be staggered forever and could never intersect.

If it happens again, he dare not be sure that he will have the good fortune to meet her.

She said, every year has this day, every year has this day.

People should always be content, for today's sunset, for tomorrow's sunrise, for every day when they wake up, they can see her face.

This is good.