All in all, I haven’t had hot pot for a long time since I returned to China.
Yang Yuran's eyes lit up and she asked excitedly: "Really?"
Qin Muyu said calmly and pointed out his next destination: "Let's go to the supermarket first. We don't have enough stock at home."
Yang Yuran laughed shyly. The food reserve that Yang's mother bought for her before leaving had already been exhausted.
Without being pretentious, he turned the steering wheel neatly and drove to the supermarket nearest home.
Entering the supermarket, Qin Muyu took the initiative to take on the task of pushing the cart, leaving Yang Yuran free to just put the things she liked, wanted to eat, and good-looking things into the shopping cart.
When the two of them stood in the long checkout queue, Yang Yuran realized belatedly that the shopping cart was full.
A little embarrassed, I asked the main labor force for their opinion: "Isn't it a bit much? Should I put some back?"
Qin Muyu raised his chin toward the barrier-free passage that did not require checkout, and said, "It doesn't matter. You go out and drive the car near the door. Then sit in the car and wait for me."
Yang Yuran was more disgusted with having to stand up and make people miserable. Without thinking too much, she naturally agreed: "Okay."
I walked out of the supermarket and came to the parking space, and moved my car to the temporary parking spot at the entrance of the supermarket. I rolled down the window and looked inside, and saw there were more than ten people in front of Qin Muyu.
She suddenly realized that she had asked Vice President Qin to foot the bill and deliver the package. Then she tried to persuade herself that the other party should have paid more for the help of the family, otherwise the other party would have lived in an awkward place.
Wait, she actually subconsciously agreed with the fact that Qin Muyu was staying here?
When she thought carefully about the origin of the thought, it seemed that Qin Muyu analyzed the terrifying future for her, forcing her to agree.
She has a clean mind and is simply laying the groundwork to deal with future troubles, but she is afraid that others will misunderstand her, especially Zhou Yuanyuan. Zhou Yuanyuan's importance is second only to Yang's mother, far more than He Ningyue.
Compared with the possibility of losing Zhou Yuanyuan as her best friend, she would rather take the worst outcome and bear He Ningyue's wrath.
She took out the phone and reported it to Zhou Yuanyuan. If Zhou Yuanyuan agreed, she would let Qin Muyu live there. If he didn't agree, it would be a breakup dinner tonight, and she would help out a lot.
After a short beep, a call with a strange accent came: "Hey, Yu Ran, why are you looking for me? Are you embarrassed to call me?"
Judging from the tone and words, Zhou Yuanyuan seemed a little unhappy, a bit like asking for revenge. It is estimated that Qin Muyu had already told Zhou Yuanyuan about the stay.
But she was so familiar with Zhou Yuanyuan that she could immediately tell that the other party had deliberately manipulated the situation. Especially after questioning, the other party seemed to have deliberately suppressed the position of the phone's microphone, and there was a small rustling sound that sounded intermittently, much like uncomfortable sobbing.
Yang Yuran's heart was in confusion, and she hurriedly coaxed: "Yuanyuan, please listen to my explanation. You know that I took advantage of He Ningyue's trouble. I'm afraid that she will retaliate against me in the future. I'm also afraid that my matter will implicate the company and you.
Your brother gave me a more comprehensive plan, let's pretend to be a couple first and leave evidence that can be proven over time."
There was silence on the other side of the phone for two or three minutes. Zhou Yuanyuan asked angrily: "What about after this, are you just pretending to be a couple?"
"Your opinion is more important than anything else. If you don't agree, I won't cooperate." Yang Yuran gave a firm attitude without thinking.
"Really?" Zhou Yuanyuan asked loudly.
Yang Yuran knew clearly that Zhou Yuanyuan couldn't see it, but she still held the phone with one hand, raised two fingers with one hand, and swore sincerely: "If I tell a lie, there will be a thunderbolt, and I will be hit by a car when I go out."
A burst of laughter confused the serious person who had proven his innocence, and Zhou Yuanyuan's disdain followed closely: "You are so hopeless. You are just trying to pretend to be a couple when you have the opportunity given by God. Please be more polite. If you really care, I will just pretend."
Really do it.”
Yang Yuran's mind seemed to be down, and she asked doubtfully: "Zhou Yuanyuan, are you stupid? Don't you like your brother?"
"Yes, I like him."
When Zhou Yuanyuan answered this, her voice was a little hoarse, and it could be heard that she was suppressing the pain to keep from crying.
Yang Yuran was so saddened by the revelation of her true feelings. It wasn't that she also liked Qin Muyu, but she just remembered what Xiao Nizi said.
"Miss Zhou's name is like a curse, binding everything on me. My every move must not bring shame to the Zhou family."
"But I just want to have more of his time."
Yang Yuran coaxed softly: "Yuanyuan, if you like it, just pursue it bravely. If you don't try many things, you will regret it for the rest of your life."
"I tried it, and my brother told me directly that he didn't like me. I was so miserable." Zhou Yuanyuan complained sadly.
Yang Yuran raised her voice and cursed: "You damn can't boil a frog in warm water. Men are afraid of being harassed by fierce women."
"Forget it, the price will be reduced that way, and the rest of my life will be very tiring. I'd better find a man who is beneficial to the company and loves me. My dad has educated me, and Qin Muyu stayed with me as my brother, so he can
Protect me and the company. If I persist in my obsession, it will most likely push us into a situation where we will never interact with each other until death."
Yang Yuran silently shut up and stopped trying to persuade her.
In the eyes of many people, the upper class means freedom of wealth and living as they please. In fact, this is not the case. The poor have the difficulties of the poor, and the rich have the pain of the rich.
The Hungarian poet Petofi Sandor wrote two very famous words: Life is precious, but love is even more valuable. For the sake of freedom, both can be thrown away.
The popular understanding is that freedom to make any choice is actually more difficult to pursue. The more profound understanding involves Zen. Only when people give up can they gain, and it is impossible to have the best of both worlds.
She understands the truth. Zhou Yuanyuan lives a more enlightened life than she does, so she naturally understands it too.
"Yu Ran, I would rather you be with my excellent brother than taking advantage of other women."
If the brainwashing words come again, Yang Yuran glances out the window and decisively prevaricates: "Your brother is here, let's talk later."
Hang up the phone, open the trunk, help Qin Muyu move things in, and return the cart.
When the two returned home, Qin Muyu washed the blueberries and bayberries and placed them on the dining table. He put his hands on Yang Yuran's shoulders and pushed her back into the chair.
"You eat the fruit first. The hot pot process is relatively simple. I'll wash and chop the vegetables. Dinner will be served in half an hour."
"It's so embarrassing to let you do it alone. Can I wash the vegetables?" Yang Yuran kept her mouth shut and her buttocks didn't move at all.
"It doesn't matter. Girls should keep their hands away from cold water and taste the bayberry to see if it is sour."
Qin Muyu picked up a big and round bayberry and tenderly brought it to Yang Yuran's eyes. Although it didn't reach his lips like a romance novel, it was still very ambiguous, okay?
Yang Yuran subconsciously raised her hand to take it, took a bite, and politely declined the kindness with a comment: "There is a lot of juice, and the sweet and sour taste is just right. I will eat it myself. Thank you for preparing the meal."
"good."
Qin Muyu did not touch her head with his customary movements. He took out a wet wipe and wiped his hands together, then turned and walked to the kitchen.
Yang Yuran sat alone in the restaurant, forcing herself to stop thinking, and took out her mobile phone to look at the latest popularity rankings of the Fan Sirui incident.
