It's better to be a scholar than to fall in love

Chapter 62 People rely on clothes
"Hello." Suddenly someone spoke next to her ear, and she felt a little itchy from the sprayed breath.

Subconsciously moved away and turned his head.

Seeing that Shen Zheyi had changed into a pure white T-shirt and paired with black trousers that just covered his knees, his black hair was still wet with sweat and looked very handsome.

Gee.

Damn it, this guy actually looks a bit like a schoolboy god when he wears it.

The words that people rely on clothes are not all false.

"Let's go, escort you out of here safely."

Qiao Yue: "..."

Shen Zheyi originally wanted to send Qiao Yue back to his residence, but he flatly refused.

Still the kind without any negotiation.

Shen Zheyi didn't force it either, he wanted to find this girl because he just went to squat in the night.

When Qiao Yue returned to her residence, she saw a man in a suit and leather shoes sitting on the steps in front of the door.

The tie was loosened, and even her hairstyle was a bit messy. I don't know how long I sat there waiting for her. She didn't have the usual elite image at all.

Seeing Qiao Yue coming back, he stood up first, "Yue Yue."

"Ok?"

Qiao Yu came here because he expected that she would be too lazy to answer her phone, and that she would not listen to him on the phone.

"Are you going to participate in the bartending competition?" Qiao Yu moved his lips, but finally said these words.

However, the first question he wanted to ask was not this, but when did she start drinking.

As a father, he didn't even know when she learned to mix wine.

As a father, he failed so completely.

"Yes." There is nothing to deny, Qiao Yu wants to investigate something, and there are many methods.

What's more, his wife's job is a host, so it's only natural for her to follow the news.

It's just that Qiao Yue admitted so frankly that he, a father, felt ashamed.

"Father doesn't want to control your life, it's just that the profession of bartender is really not suitable for you."

Qiao Yue curled her lips slightly, but the smile didn't reach her eyes, "I'm not bad, am I?"

"Why do you do this? You have a lot of development opportunities, why did you choose this one?"

Qiao Yu didn't know, the more earnestly he persuaded him now, the colder his words fell on Qiao Yue's heart.

"Did you forget that my mother is a bartender?" Qiao Yue looked back at him calmly.

All Qiao Yu's words were choked in his throat at once.

After a long time, he said slowly, "Yueyue, your mother resigned after she got married."

"Then do you know why she resigned?" Qiao Yue sneered, "Do you think she resigned because she found someone you can rely on? It's not because you think her job is not serious."

Qiao Yu was silent. Those words he had never said, those facts he had never realized, were said mercilessly by his daughter.

He felt guilty.

It turned out that this daughter's indifference to him started so early.

Over the years, he hasn't really taken care of Qiao Yue's life, except for her alienation and his focus on running the existing family, what's more, it's his guilty conscience deep in his heart.

"Do you have anything else to say?"

"Yueyue..."

"You should know that I really don't like you interrupting my life rhythm like this." Qiao Yue said every word.

"But, I am your father."

Qiao Yue looked at him, and then slowly said: "But, you don't even remember how old I am now."

The latest record of her WeChat chat with Qiao Yu is the WeChat red envelope he sent on Valentine's Day this year.

The blessing is: happy birthday.

However, the date of birth on her ID card was one year earlier than the actual date due to some negligence at the time.

(End of this chapter)