Jiang Ying, who was looking at him, denied it continuously: "It was definitely not promoted by me and my old man. We don't have such gossip nature... If your mother doesn't tell you today, I have no idea that they know about you."
As for who said it.
Jiang Ying felt that maybe they were the only two parties in the world who thought they had concealed the truth. In fact, almost everyone in the world knew about it. It was normal for the Cao family to know.
Cao Yong never invited girls to dinner. Anyone who heard that Cao Yong invited Xie Wanying to dinner for the first time would guess that Cao Yong had fallen in love.
He asked Cao Yong to tell him, these people are so idle, why are they staring at people falling in love? He just wants to be quiet and be with the person he likes, and I believe she is the same.
"Okay. This is the tea your mother brought you. I heard that you like drinking tea recently." Jiang Ying said, "I told her that she was wrong. It's not that you like tea, but that you know she does.
Drink tea and prepare various kinds of tea for her. Your mother understands that, depending on what you do in the future, 80% of the time it is not you who likes it but her."
"Is there anything else?" Cao Yong asked in a calm tone.
"Yes. Your mother said that if you are sure about your relationship, you should bring her home as soon as possible. Don't do anything mysterious. She doesn't like it. If someone asks, she and your dad won't know how to answer and it will be very embarrassing."
Now that everyone knows about him, how can he not understand what kind of person she is? Cao Yong felt a fire in his heart.
To put it bluntly, my family is urging me to get married. Don’t think that only women are being urged to get married, men are being pushed to the point of wanting to die just as quickly.
There's no rush for things like love. It's not about grabbing train tickets and getting on the train as soon as possible.
Jiang Ying came up to him and said: "Your family seems quite satisfied with her."
Can he be dissatisfied? He is a well-known female top student in the eighth grade of the National Association. But whether his family is satisfied or dissatisfied has nothing to do with his relationship. He is the one who talks about relationships, not his family members.
"You, Cao Yong, are very discerning. I used to think that your mother said that your female classmate who plays the piano is very good, but you never let anyone take a look at her. I wonder what's wrong with your brain. It turns out that you, Cao Yong, just want to find someone with the same mind.
"Jiang Ying praised him again.
After finally sending away the nagging wife of the dean, Cao Yong carried tea leaves back to the department. Thinking of seeing her, he couldn't help but raise his lips.
When he arrived at his office, others saw the tea in his hand.
Huang Zhilei said: "Senior brother, did you buy this for my little junior sister?"
The little idiot Junior Brother always speaks with a donkey's head and a horse's mouth. Cao Yong sighed, threw the tea leaves on the table, turned around and asked the Junior Sister with a smile: "Have you eaten yet?"
Xie Wanying looked at Senior Brother Cao who was smiling, and she couldn't help but feel better, and said: "Eat, the fried rice that Second Senior Sister bought for me." Then she remembered what Second Senior Sister told Senior Brother Cao and said: "We want to design a wedding dress for Senior Sister. Senior Brother
Do you know a good place that sells wedding dresses? Let's go to the store first and see how they design it." "I know one. When you are free, call me and I will take you there." Cao Yong took it naturally.
Agree immediately.
"Senior Sister will definitely look beautiful in a wedding dress." Xie Wanying can look forward to the beautiful wedding scene of Senior Sister and Brother Hu.
Others looked at her eyes: Is this strange? Doesn’t it look like she is ignorant about feelings?
"Is it resistance, or is it PTSD?" Song Xuelin muttered, and immediately covered his mouth with his hands. Looking at Cao Yong's sideways face, there was a shadow of contemplation. Obviously, a neurosurgery boss like Cao Yong is even less likely to think so.
