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Chapter 401 The Awakening of Female Workers in the 80s (13)

"How are you going to explain to people when you go out now?"

"After you and Changchang get to know each other in the future, won't I become someone else's talking point after dinner?"

Zhong Jingtong let go of her arm, "You will rest in the second bedroom tonight, and you will leave as soon as the courtyard door opens tomorrow. Is there any problem?"

"The beds in the second bedroom are all new, and there is a set of unopened cleaning supplies in the bathroom..."

Xu Anyang lowered his head slightly, he seemed to always bring him trouble.

After washing up, Xu Anyang lay on the bed not feeling sleepy at all, with a lot of thoughts in his mind, sorting through all the things that happened when he met Zhong Jingtong.

Is it true that after graduation, college students can only passively wait for assignments and have no right to make their own choices?
He really hates her, and would he stay outside with his children until after eight o'clock to avoid her?
Is he the kind of person who easily becomes soft-hearted and is tricked by others into plotting against him?
As a shrewd person like him, could he have imagined that if she stayed a little longer, she would be locked up in a college student's home?

And he also took the initiative to let her take on the responsibility of raising Changchang...

Xu Anyang is not stupid, but the Xu family does not give her the opportunity to continue studying.Putting everything together, she came to an unbelievable conclusion.

She stared at the door, clutching her chest tightly, the hope in her heart uncertain.

Now she couldn't sleep even more.After all the strong emotions gradually subsided, her stomach protested again.

Xu Anyang couldn't help but get up and tiptoe to pour water.

Suddenly there was a click, and the light in the living room was turned on. The man's hair was slightly messy, and his collar was half-open, revealing his strong chest. He frowned and said in a hoarse voice: "Stomach upset? There is hot water in the pot."

Xu Anyang hummed, poured a glass of hot water, held it, and sipped it slowly.

Her stomach was growling now, which was particularly embarrassing in the quiet night.

Zhong Jingtong looked at his watch. It was already eleven o'clock. He scratched his head and glared at her angrily. He rolled up his sleeves and walked to the kitchen: "Would you like the cucumber pimple soup?"

Xu Anyang's eyes heated up, he put down his cup and followed him, "I can do it myself..."

Suddenly Zhong Jingtong turned around and was unexpectedly bumped into by her again.

He held her waist, turned around and pushed her against the wall next to her, "Are you so impatient?"

Xu Anyang blinked his eyes and tentatively stretched out his paws to wrap around his waist. His head suddenly became enlightened, "I've only ever thrown myself into my arms with you."

Zhong Jingtong looked down at her arm, glared at her and sneered: "Xu Anyang, I haven't seen you for four years. Are you still habitually treating marriage as a transaction, and have you even started to use a honey trap?"

She hadn't figured out what he meant before, so how could she dare to use any strategy.He was too flattering to her, and he was still trying to be a beauty...

Is this a compliment to her for her good looks?

Xu Anyang somewhat understood what he was thinking, so he had to listen to what he said!
She was wrong, so she blushed and asked in a low voice: "Then, Comrade Zhong, will my beauty trap work on you?"

Zhong Jingtong was stunned for a moment. In fact, in four years he had to raise a child, complete his studies, and make money to support his family. He was too busy to think about this woman who abandoned her husband and son.

When he went to the countryside before, he thought that he would never return to the city and would take root in the countryside for the rest of his life.Originally, he had the idea of ​​finding someone to live with, so he was approached by Xu Anyang, and the two hit it off immediately.

Gradually, educated youths returned to the city, and all kinds of incomprehensible things happened one after another.

He never thought that he would become one of the abandoned troops.

It's human nature, so he said, "If you don't want to listen, just leave."

In view of the entire set of college entrance examination review materials she later mailed, he had already planned for the two of them to get together and break up.

It's just that when he was assigned a job after graduation, he didn't know why, so he chose Kyoto No. [-] Textile Factory... After coming back to his senses, Zhong Jingtong continued to sneer: "It's useless, I see you are not doing well in the city. , thinner and darker than when I left!”

Pushing Xu Anyang aside, he entered the kitchen and said, "I don't want people to see a woman in my kitchen in the middle of the night."

If Xu Anyang had guesses before, now she is more certain.

She sat at the dining table, holding her chin up and watching him wearing an apron as he was busy in the kitchen. The pain just now made her sweaty stomach soothe a lot.

Soon the aroma wafted over. Zhong Jingtong filled two large bowls of pimple soup, placed one bowl in front of her, and another bowl in front of him. He explained seriously:

"With the lights on at home, even if there are curtains, you can still see blurry shadows outside."

"I get up in the middle of the night to cook, so naturally I have to look like I'm eating."

Xu Anyang pursed his lips and smiled, "Thank you for your hard work these years."

Although she didn't have a deep memory of the past, she still remembered that he was not very good at cooking. In the educated youth center, everyone took turns on duty, and he was the one who added firewood and fetched water every time.

After the two got married, he could at most cook porridge and make cakes.Every time, as if a powerful enemy was coming, he would hold his watch and turn off the engine.

Now the pimple soup in the bowl is uniform in size, the cucumber shreds are also well-proportioned and beautiful, the omelette is cooked just right with a charred aroma, and a handful of finely chopped green onions will make people appetizing just by looking at it.

Zhong Jingtong snorted coldly: "I don't care who gave me the gift!"

Xu Anyang slowly ate one spoonful after another. The pain in his stomach was relieved, and his eyebrows opened in comfort.

In the mist, the woman's thin but still delicate face showed a gentle smile.

Zhong Jingtong could not say more unpleasant things.He gulped down the pimple soup with some boredom.

Xu Anyang ate her meal quietly. After the man put down his bowls and chopsticks, she clearly felt him holding his chest and staring at her.

Xu Anyang raised his head and glanced at him, but he didn't shy away from it, his eyes were light and he raised his eyebrows at her: What do you think?

She pursed her lips and continued eating.The pimple soup is salty and light, and it is cooked with green onions and fried eggs, which is particularly suitable for her appetite.

Putting down his chopsticks, Xu Anyang wiped his mouth and said with a chuckle: "Thank you Comrade Zhong for your hospitality. This is the best pimple soup I have ever tasted, bar none!"

The corners of Zhong Jingtong's lips curled up, then tightened, and he hummed: "I just woke up hungry from playing basketball at night, and I didn't make it specifically for you."

Xu Anyang had never known a man to be so duplicitous.

A lot can happen in four years, and memories can become a little blurry.

She couldn't help but look at him. The young man probably didn't like to smile, and his facial lines were tougher. Especially when he pursed his lips in anger, he looked particularly cold and noble.

Living in the countryside doing nothing, looking at the same days at the end, staying in yesterday.After graduating from college, he has the capital to be high-spirited, and his gloominess has receded, and his momentum has become much stronger.

On the contrary, it made him look like a young man.

Xu Anyang's eyebrows curved, "Thank you, Comrade Zhong, for making me an extra bowl of pimple soup."

"It's getting late. I'm going to bed first. I have to go to work tomorrow."

Zhong Jingtong frowned, "Have you been a silk threader for the past four years?"

(End of this chapter)