Zhutian Film and Television: Happiness starts from childhood

Chapter 72 Are You Free?
Qiao Yingzi was extremely disappointed, and after chatting with her father for a few more words, she turned around and waved to Zhao Hao, walked into the entrance guard, and boarded the elevator to go home.

The two men smiled politely from a distance, and then Zhao Hao nodded to him and left with an umbrella, leaving only the frustrated Qiao Weidong standing there.

It was still raining, but Zhao Hao was happy to have some free time. Today was Friday, and he didn't have to run with Yingzi in the morning or play table tennis at night for the next two days, which made him happy just thinking about it.

But it was raining today, and the rain wouldn't stop for a while, so he had no way to put a car wrap on his car.

Song Qian had to go for a beauty treatment and practice yoga, and she didn't have time to accompany him. Zhao Hao, who was bored at home, could only work on his laptop.

After paying attention to his dedicated and real girlfriend Li Meng as usual, Zhao Hao concentrated on making the two design plans he had accumulated and sent them to the company's boss' email address.

It was already one o'clock in the afternoon when he finished his work, and he suddenly worked so late on a whim. Zhao Hao smiled bitterly, stood up and stretched, looking out the window to soothe his tired and sore eyes.

The rain outside the window seemed to be getting heavier and heavier.

Zhao Hao took his mobile phone and called Song Qian, who had just had lunch and was in the mall buying Mid-Autumn Festival gifts for his parents.

When the latter asked him what he needed to bring, Zhao Hao took a deep breath and said:

"I need you to stay with me. I want you to have lunch with me."

Song Qian's chuckle came from the phone receiver. There seemed to be many people passing by her. She replied in a low voice with some embarrassment:
"You go have lunch quickly. I'll be back with you within an hour. See you at my house then!"

After getting her affirmative reply, Zhao Hao smiled, said "It's a deal" and hung up the phone.

He held an umbrella alone and walked to the restaurant outside the community. After a slow and sumptuous lunch, the time agreed with Song Qian arrived.

After paying the bill and walking out of the restaurant, Zhao Hao went to a flower shop not far away and bought nine bright red roses. He put the roses into an exquisite gift box and carried it into the community.

Zhao Hao did not go back to his home, but went straight to Song Qian's home.

When he arrived, Song Qian had just arrived home and was sitting on the sofa drinking water and resting.

"Ding Dong"

The bell rang softly. Song Qian immediately jumped up from the sofa and walked to the door eagerly. When she was sure that the person coming was her lover, she couldn't wait to open the door.

As soon as the door closed, the two hugged each other. Song Qian even jumped directly on Zhao Hao and offered him a sweet kiss.

Her initiative far exceeded Zhao Hao's expectations, but it was quite good. Being proactive was better than being passive.

After the kiss, Zhao Hao smiled and handed the gift box in his hand to Song Qian, saying softly: "Be good, open it!"

"What?" Song Qian asked in a low voice with a blushing face, but there was a smile on her face and eyes. Women are naturally irresistible to romantic gifts from their sweethearts.

"Open it and you'll find out!" Zhao Hao gently placed her on the sofa and sat next to her, holding her slender waist.

Song Qian looked at Zhao Hao with a charming look and a smile. After receiving encouragement from him, she opened the gift box gently.

The moment the lid of the gift box was opened, bright red roses appeared in front of her eyes. Along with the roses, there was a strong floral fragrance.

"This flower... is so beautiful!" Song Qian turned around and said with some joy.

"As long as you like it, can I give you flowers every day from now on?" Zhao Hao asked with a smile on her forehead. "It can't be done now. It would be terrible for Yingzi to find out." Song Qian hesitated and chose to refuse again and again.

Zhao Hao was a little disappointed when she heard this, but what she said was the truth.Yingzi is in her senior year of high school, which is the most critical year. If she knew that her mother received roses every day and they were not sent by Qiao Weidong, she would probably think too much.

Seeing that her boyfriend's face was gloomy and not as happy as before, Song Qian decided to do something to please her boyfriend, so she lay down in his ear and whispered:
"It's only two o'clock now, and it's still some time before four o'clock. Do you want to accompany me back to the room? Aren't you a two-color fish ball who likes Cantonese food?"

Zhao Hao lowered his head and looked at her. Song Qian deliberately revealed her distinct curves, keeping her sweetheart's gaze firmly on her.

"You are so good, Qianqian!"

"No, you taught me well!" Song Qian looked at him charmingly and responded.

The two looked at each other and smiled. Zhao Hao unconsciously wrapped his hands around her waist. After careful consideration, he declined politely:

"I'll spare you today. Two hours is too limited. I feel like there's not much time left except for taking a shower. And you love to blush and have to change clothes. Two hours is not enough at all."

Song Qian thought about it. She really needed to spare 10 minutes to dress herself up, and 10 minutes to take a shower. Plus the time to chat, two hours was really not enough.

"So what do we do with this time?"

"Just holding you and chatting with you is a very happy thing for me!" Zhao Hao said seriously.

"I think so too!" Song Qian kissed Zhao Hao on the cheek, lying in his arms and enjoying the rare warm time with her eyes closed.

During the chat, Song Qian took the initiative to talk about her recent entanglement with Qiao Weidong, and even pointed out that Yingzi was behind it.

On the surface, this girl was bringing breakfast to Zhao Hao, but in fact, she was creating opportunities for Qiao Weidong so that he could be alone with Song Qian.

However, Qiao Weidong's attentiveness was not recognized by Song Qian. He often knocked on the door for a long time, and Song Qian kicked him out within 10 minutes of chatting.

Even though Song Qian warned her with words, Qiao Weidong was too shameless and came back the next day as if the previous unpleasantness had never happened.

And this guy seemed to have found a pattern. He knocked on the door in the morning, and Song Qian had no choice but to let him in because she didn't want to disturb the neighbors. In the afternoon, he came again during tutoring time. Song Qian didn't want the knock on the door to disturb the students, so she had to let him in. Let him in again.

"Now my daughter is still very enthusiastic about letting Qiao Weidong and I remarry. I can't say anything about my daughter, I can only avoid my ex-husband as much as possible." Song Qian said frustratedly.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Hao looked at the woman in front of him distressedly, hugged her tighter with both hands, and comforted:
"It will be fine after some time. I will continue to persuade Yingzi not to get involved in your affairs with your ex-husband. I believe that your attitude will be firm and your ex-husband will not seek trouble again."

Song Qian, who knew her ex-husband well, shook her head. She didn't think that her ex-husband Qiao Weidong was a quitter. This guy was very clever, otherwise he wouldn't be the boss now.

"Forget it, don't mention these unhappy things, tell me what your plans are for the weekend?" Song Qian regained her composure and looked at Zhao Hao with her cheek in hand and asked.

"I'll be with you on Saturday, and I'll be with you on Sunday. This is my weekend arrangement." Zhao Hao said with a smile.

Song Qian was very happy when she heard that his weekend arrangements were all hers, but after thinking about her schedule, she still pursed her red lips and said:
"I will accompany Yingzi for a review on Saturday morning. I will also buy her some clothes that I didn't buy last time. I have a yoga class in the afternoon and have to do some maintenance."

"What about Sunday? Are you free this Sunday?" Zhao Hao looked at her and asked eagerly.

Song Qian understood in seconds and gently squeezed Zhao Hao's shoulder with her hand. She blushed and nodded lightly and replied: "This Sunday, I... have time!"

(End of this chapter)