She raised her eyes and looked at Feng Jiu'er, as if to say: If I had known better, I wouldn't have joked with him.
Feng Jiuer curled her lips and gave her a meaningful look.
Qiao Mu was stunned and didn't understand. He looked away and looked at Zhao Zhuosheng: "Actually, it's really nothing. Look at the three of them."
"Not only them, but also Xing Zizhou and Xiao Yingying, they show their affection in front of me every day."
"I've long been used to it, so there's no need for you to care about my feelings and give me a spoonful of soup."
"Show affection?"
Zhao Zhuosheng raised the corners of his mouth slightly, smiling a little happily.
"Um."
Qiao Mu brought a bowl of rice and a piece of meat for himself, "Show is to show off, Jiu'er said it himself."
Without saying a word, she put the meat in her mouth, looked at Zhao Zhuosheng, and waved the chopsticks in her hand.
Zhao Zhuosheng smiled, looked away, and picked up a bowl of rice.
There was no talk during the meal, not to mention the few people who had been hungry for several hours. Once they started eating, no one said anything more.
After lunch, the maid cleaned the table, and Zhao Yusheng placed some related books and maps that he had compiled tonight on the table.
Most of the time, he was the one talking and others were listening. Occasionally, Feng Jiuer asked a few questions, or Zhao Zhuosheng made two comments.
Feng Jiuer quickly finished the bird's nest in her hand, while Qiao Mu sat aside, slowly enjoying her second cup of bird's nest.
While Zhao Yusheng was counting, the side hall became quiet.
Feng Jiuer raised her eyes and glanced at Qiao Mu sitting opposite, raised her eyebrows and said, "Miss Qiao, aren't you worried about gaining weight?"
Qiao Mu frowned and took a spoonful of bird's nest into his mouth.
"Zhao Yusheng's treat is of course not welcome, and since we have money now, we must have good food and drinks."
She put down the spoon, reached out her hand, and touched her face.
"I wonder if it's because I'm a few years older than you and I've become less attractive. If so, I should eat more of this kind of thing."
Qiao Mu glanced at Feng Jiuer and picked up the spoon again.
"You are beautiful too."
Suddenly, a man's voice sounded.
It doesn't sound like a compliment, it sounds like a confession from the heart.
The eyes of Qiao Mu and Feng Jiuer instantly fell on the man who spoke. Their eyes each had their own characteristics.
Qiao Mu looked at Zhao Zhuosheng, coughed lightly and said, "Sorry!"
"We are used to this when we are together. We always like to joke around. Don't mind!"
"Miss Qiao and Miss Feng don't treat me as an outsider at all, why should I mind?"
"Zhao Yusheng, isn't your sworn brother in love with Qiao Mu?
I see that he has been taking special care of my tree these two days."
As soon as Zhao Yusheng put down his pen, he was stumped by Feng Jiuer's words.
"This..." Zhao Yusheng looked at Feng Jiu'er and then at Zhao Zhuosheng, his thick eyebrows furrowed slightly.
Before he could speak, Zhao Zhuosheng's voice rang out: "I really admire Miss Qiao very much."
"Ever since I saw it for the first time in the mountain stream, I can't take my eyes away."
"However, we haven't known each other for long. If I propose marriage rashly, I'm worried that Miss Qiao will think I'm rash, so..." "Ahem..." Qiao Mu put down the spoon in his hand and immediately picked up the handkerchief to cover his mouth.
.
The appreciation that Zhao Zhuosheng mentioned was beyond Qiao Mu's expectation. Who would have thought that this serious man would even propose marriage.
"Miss Qiao, are you okay?"
Zhao Zhuosheng stretched out his hand to caress Qiao Mu's back.
But when he just stretched out his hand, the palm only stopped between the two of them and did not move forward.
"Don't..." Qiao Mu looked at his palm with some resistance.
Feng Jiuer looked at the two people sitting opposite and didn't react for a moment.
She originally just wanted to make fun of him. If Zhao Zhuosheng was really a good gentleman, she would be able to match him up.
Unexpectedly, they directly revealed the matter of the marriage proposal.
Zhao Yusheng looked at the two people beside him and took a long time to accept it.
"Brother, you...are you kidding?"
Zhao Zhuosheng looked back at Zhao Yusheng and frowned lightly.
He looked away from Zhao Yusheng, picked up the teapot, stood up, and poured tea for the people across from him.
"When have you ever seen me joke?"
"That's not true."
Zhao Yusheng shook his head.
"But, over the years, my father has introduced you to more women than he has found for me. There are more women in Zhao's village who like you than they like me."
"How come you said you haven't considered getting married, and now..." Zhao Yusheng looked at Qiao Mu, unable to speak for a moment.
Qiao Mu glared at him and frowned: "Zhao Yusheng, what do you mean?
Could it be that I have no chance of winning compared with those women?"
"No, of course that's not what I meant."
Zhao Yusheng shook his head violently, looking like he was worried about being beaten.
"It's okay!"
Qiao Mu rolled his eyes at him and looked away.
Zhao Zhuosheng added tea to everyone's cups and sat down.
He looked at Zhao Yusheng and said softly: "Aren't you the same?
Why have you always refused to get married?"
"If I don't meet the one I like, how can I get married?"
When Zhao Yusheng was speaking, he glanced at Feng Jiuer unconsciously, and his face suddenly turned red.
Zhao Zhuosheng picked up his cup and couldn't hide the joy on his face: "I also believe in such a thing as fate."
He looked sideways at Qiao Mu, still smiling, but his eyes were extremely determined.
"Ever since that day, I saw Miss Qiao, I decided that she is my wife in this life."
Zhao Zhuosheng smiled lightly, raised his cup to Qiao Mu, raised his head, and drank all the water in the cup.
Qiao Mu looked at him, coughed again, and then looked away.
Feng Jiuer stared at Zhao Zhuosheng for a while, then looked back at Zhao Yusheng and raised her eyebrows: "Zhao Yusheng, are you sure your sworn brother is not Yue Nu Wumu?"
"Of course not."
Zhao Yusheng shook his head, "To be honest, this is the first time I've seen him like this."
Zhao Zhuosheng did not defend himself because of Feng Jiuer's doubts.
He picked up the teapot again and filled his cup with a cup of tea.
Zhao Zhuosheng held the cup in his hand, looked at Feng Jiuer, and his eyes fell on Qiao Mu.
"I know it's presumptuous to say something like this at this time, but since Miss Feng asked, I won't hide it. I hope everyone won't take it personally."
"Miss Qiao, I offer you tea instead of wine to apologize. I hope you will not be affected by my words."
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Zhuosheng raised his cup and drank all the tea in it again.
Qiao Mu rolled his eyes at Zhao Zhuosheng, hugged his precious bird's nest, turned sideways, and turned his back to him.
"Your affairs will not affect my mood. I think too much!"
