C10 Boyfriend

"Don't say it, I have something to ask you." It was rare for Qiao Meilin to have a serious expression on her face. She had always been so gentle that she could pinch water out of it.

Qiao Qianchu looked at her in surprise as she sat down to eat. As she ate, she used her nasal voice to squeeze out, "Yes."

Qiao Meilin also sat down, picking up her bowl of food and taking a seemingly casual sip. "I heard from that Master Xu that you got into a man's car today?" Friend? You're already downstairs, yet you're not invited to come up and take a seat. Aside from you, I haven't seen anyone else that you've brought back.

"Yes..." Qiao Qianchu was silent for a long time, unable to utter the word 'husband'. "Boyfriend."

Qiao Meilin's chopsticks paused as she placed them on a plate of green lettuce.

"When did this happen? Why didn't you tell Mom? "

"It's been one or two years. Tang Yixin introduced it. It was very nice to me. Moreover …" She tried her best to think of words carefully, trying to slow down her tone. "We are going to receive the certificate in the next few days."

"What?" Qiao Meilin put down her chopsticks. "Why didn't you inform me about such a big matter?" Child, you are really getting older and less sensible! Neither of our parents has met. Do you think marriage is between the two of you? "

Qiao Qianchu was silent.

"Say something, what are you thinking?" Qiao Meilin stood up anxiously.

"Bring him to you tomorrow. "Mom, don't get so worked up. I'll tell you the truth." Qiao Qianchuxin made up her mind and decided to change the strategy. "We already have the certificate."

Rather than making Qiao Meilin feel that there was still room to change the topic, she might as well be frank. What happened next would be easier to negotiate.

Qiao Meilin looked like she was choking on food. In fact, her complexion was indeed similar to the color of the dishes. She sat down with her hands covering her chest. After a long time, she finally digested the meaning of the few words that Qiao Qianchu had just said.

"... What you decide Mom can't change. It's a good thing you want to get married, so you don't think about that pianist all the time. " Qiao Meilin said slowly.

Startled, Qiao Qianchu raised her head.

"Don't think that mother is an idiot. She doesn't know anything …" Qiao Meilin said, "I'm your mother." If you want the certificate, you can, but it's not that you don't agree, it's just that our parents have to meet first to discuss what happened after your marriage. "

"Mom, I didn't lie to you. I really did. Today." Qiao Qianchu stood up and walked into the room. She took out the marriage certificate and placed it on the table.

Qiao Meilin had always known that her daughter's actions were astounding, but she had never experienced such a shock. She stared blankly at the thin red piece of paper for a long time before reaching out to grab it.

The man in the photo had slightly sharp facial features. His eyes were filled with a smile, and his thin lips were slightly pursed. The lady beside him was no different from usual. She calmly faced the camera with a cold expression. Only the corners of her lips slightly curled up, but her smiling expression did not reach her eyes.

"Tell Mom, are you happy?" Qiao Meilin asked as she closed the marriage certificate.

Qiao Qianchu trembled, and a sour look immediately appeared in her eyes. In the blink of an eye, it had turned into a drop of liquid that swirled within the box. She stubbornly endured it.

She had thought about Qiao Meilin's reaction. Angry, angry, reproachful, helpless, or surprised, happy, or even sad mixed, this was the only one who didn't think of it.

"Come here." Qiao Meilin said, stretching out her arms in the same way she did when she was a child.

Qiao Qianchu obediently walked over and lightly leaned into her embrace, feeling the rhythmic patting on her back.

"What's so good about you?" Qiao Meilin sighed, her tone filled with heartache. "To be able to cure her illness in such a silent manner, her personality is quite alike …" She paused and continued, "Mom doesn't care what you think, this kid looks good. If he treats you well, he's not bad. What does he do? "

"Lawyer." Qiao Qianchu's voice was muffled.

"What's his name?"

"Mu Nanyan." Thirty years old and now running a law firm. " Qiao Qianchu finished her piece in one breath. This was almost everything she knew about Mu Nanyan.

"Mu Nanyan?" Qiao Meilin thought about it carefully with her eyes narrowed, "Why does this name sound so familiar …" I think it was a year of the provincial champion of the college entrance examination. The television also reported that he was admitted into some foreign university. Could it be that Mu Nanyan? " She looked at Qiao Qianchu in surprise.

"It should be... Just with the same name. " Qiao Qianchu was also surprised and agreed.

Qiao Meilin thought so and felt that it made sense.

"So when do you want Mommy to meet him tomorrow?"

"Let me ask. He's busy, so I'll ask him to come over when I have time."

Qiao Qianchu took out her cell phone and sent a text message to Mu Nanyan: When are you due tomorrow? I told my mother she wanted to see you.

The text message was sent successfully.

In less than two seconds, the screen lit up with the words "Mu Nanyan". The phone was vibrating regularly.

Qiao Qianchu glanced at Qiao Meilin before walking to the side with her cellphone and picked it up. "Hello?"

"Hello." A deep, clean male voice came from the other end, sounding a little tired.

"Hello."

Mu Nanyan suddenly coughed a few times. When she spoke again, her voice was slightly hoarse. "Just let Mom set the time. My schedule can be moved."

"Come back when you have time. My mom is free." Qiao Qianchu wasn't used to being addressed by Mu Nanyan.

"Then …" He paused for two seconds and said, "Tomorrow evening, I'll reserve a restaurant to come pick you guys up."

Before Qiao Qianchu could answer, Qiao Meilin mouthed, "Let him come to our house, come to our house."

She frowned and shook her head. Seeing this, Qiao Meilin repeated what she had said just now.

Qiao Qianchu's head hurt as she looked at her messy room. The floor was covered with sketches, and there were pencils and erasers everywhere in the house … She remembered that Mu Nanyan had a slight obsession with cleanliness and that she had to clean up all these in a day. The amount of work required was too much. Furthermore, she had to return to school tomorrow. She had to hand in the homework her teacher had given her, as well as attend a public class.

"How about... Are you coming home? " Qiao Qianchu was irritated by Qiao Meilin's constant whispering, so she asked in a probing tone.