Chapter 160 She is not like other women

   "I think I heard a voice." She urged him warmly, pulling at the hem of his clothes: "Look at it."

   Zhou Yanshen lifted his eyelids: "Three sticks." He patted her back: "I'll show you two more times."

   Qianyue picked the ball with him again.

   She learned very slowly, first let him play twice and take the initiative to vote once, and finally let him teach.

   In order to avoid giving him a sense of deliberateness, in the later stage he does not need to be by his side.

   Zhou Yanshen also knows how to stop when it's good.

   After releasing her waist for the third time, he reduced the frequency of contact and taught her by demonstration.

   "Qian Yue, are you tired?" Seeing that the clock on the wall pointed to four, he took the lead in putting down the ball.

"fine."

   "Come and rest."

   Qianyue sat with him at the square table.

   She held up the steaming teacup, and the dense mist covered her eyes with a layer of gauze, mysterious and gentle.

   "Mr. Zhou." She swallowed two mouthfuls of fruit tea: "Besides bowling, what other activities do you play?"

   "A lot." Zhou Yanshen leaned against the back of the chair with a sloppy posture: "Something like golf, rock climbing, and archery."

   "So omnipotent?"

   "It's okay, it's not comparable to a professional one."

  Qianyue put her elbows on the table: "They have famous teachers, so they definitely can't compare."

   She is not like other women who compliment him in order to please him, but seeks truth from facts to tell him the difference between the two.

   Zhou Yan deeply appreciates her sincerity.

   "You're right." He rubbed his wrist guard, and the corner of his mouth smiled even more: "How about I take you to rock climbing next week?"

   "What day is next week?"

   "Look at your time."

   "Then I'll tell you." Qian Yue wanted him to think about it all the time and not in a hurry to agree.

   She opened her phone and replied to two WeChat messages, and while it was still early, she went to the walkway to play two games with him.

   It’s easy to get closer by doing the same thing.

   When they left the arena for a nearby restaurant, the conversation between them was much more than when they first met in the afternoon.

   The Chinese restaurant selected by Zhou Yanshen has an elegant environment.

  The mahogany screen that separates the dining table and the lanterns hanging on all sides are full of antique feeling.

   He stopped in front of the penultimate screen by the window, and gently opened the chair for her: "This restaurant has no private rooms, you can only sit outside."

   "It's okay." Qian Yue looked around: "Their decoration is well done, I rarely see similar styles."

   "It's not just decoration." He walked around to the opposite side, picked up the iPad and handed it to her: "Their dishes are even better."

   "Do you recommend two courses first?"

   "Pork trotters with black pepper, spring rolls with crab meat and roast duck with caviar are the ones I eat a lot."

  Qianyue looked through the signature dishes to find out what he said. After placing the order, he asked him, "Is the lychee shrimp **** delicious?"

   "Jiaojiao said it was delicious." Zhou Yanshen took off his jacket driven by enthusiasm: "You order one and try."

   "Okay." Qian Yue heard him say that the portion of each dish was not too much, so she had to look back.

   She put down the tablet: "You..."

   "Weirshen." A soft call interrupted her, followed by a beautiful woman.

  Qiao Rou sat down beside Zhou Yanshen, and said in a clear and crisp voice like Bailing, "I haven't seen you for a long time."

  She is Zhou Yanshen's ex-girlfriend, who was a few days longer than he and Du Wei had been together, but the reasons for breaking up were the same.

  —He got tired too fast.

   "You didn't film?" Zhou Yanshen's expression was flat, looking at her as if he was looking at the staff.

   "It's just finished." Qiao Rou seemed to notice Qian Yue and asked with a smile, "Are you a newly signed artist by Xing He?"

"no."

   "You are very beautiful." After she praised, she reached out to Qianyue: "My name is Qiao Rou, Yanshen's ex-girlfriend."

   "Qian Yue." Qian Yue shook her face very much and didn't emphasize relationships like she did.

   She ignored Qiao Rou's secret scrutiny, and then chatted about the unfinished topic: "How many times have you and Jiaojiao come here?"

   "Not much." Zhou Yan took two sips of lemonade: "She prefers to eat with me in the cafeteria."

   "Xinghe's canteen?"

   "Yes." He met Qian Yue's gaze: "The food in the cafeteria is more to her taste."

   "Indeed." Qiao Rou turned her head to look at Zhou Yanshen: "Baijiao's favorite seems to be braised pork?"

"Ribs."

   "Then I forgot?"

   "You don't accompany your friends?" Zhou Yanshen raised his chin in the direction from which she came, annoyed.

   "I want to accompany you."

"unnecessary."

   His indifference made Qiao Rou pursed her lips.

   She deliberately created a feeling of making her boyfriend angry, that is, wronged and cautious: "Then I will come back to you in a few days."

   "What do you want me to do?"

"You know."

  "?" He knew wool.

   Zhou Yanshen didn't understand which one she played, but Qian Yue, a bystander, could see it clearly.

   She restrained the emotions in her eyes, never paying attention to Qiao Rou who was far away: "How long have you been talking?"

   "It seems like a month?" Zhou Yanshen's memory is not very deep, especially in this regard.

   "Divided some time ago?"

   "No." Seeing that she didn't have any extra expressions, he was a little relieved: "It's about the first half of the year."

  Qian Yue teased: "She still has no more love for you."

   "Impossible." Zhou Yanshen's subconscious couldn't believe that they would still miss him after breaking up.

   "Why is it impossible?"

   "We're not in touch." He bent his fingertips and tapped the screen of his phone: "I don't have an ex-girlfriend on WeChat either."

   Like Qian Yue, he doesn't like to keep the contact information of old people, let alone get involved.

   She stared at the food served by the waiter: "If she comes to you again, what will you do?"

   "She won't come to me if she's interested." Zhou Yanshen restrained himself and didn't speak too harshly.

   His clear attitude made Qian Yue stop asking further questions.

   She stretched out her chopsticks to pick up a piece of pig's trotter, when he grabbed her wrist: "This is very hot."

   Zhou Yanshen put a few pieces for her in the porcelain bowl, and pushed the lychee shrimp **** forward.

   "Thank you." Enjoying his thoughtfulness, Qian Yue raised an arc on the corner of her lips: "Mr. Zhou, help me get some paper."

   Zhou Yanshen raised his hand and handed it to her.

  He found her favorite dish from the frequency of her dishes and remembered it in his mind.

   "Qian Yue." He put down his chopsticks and pointed to the TV tower standing in the distance: "There is a fireworks show tonight, do you want to watch it?"

  Asakusa wanted to.

   But she knows what it means to be gradual, and she doesn't plan to do a lot with him in one day.

   "I'm sleepy." She covered her lips and yawned: "I didn't sleep well after drinking so much alcohol last night."

   Zhou Yanshen suddenly realized that he was not thoughtful.

   "Then let's see another day." He called the waiter to pay the bill, and his eyes were still gentle: "Anyway, every week."

  Qianyue got up: "Yeah." She looked out expectantly before leaving, and murmured, "I'll have to see it another day."

   Hearing her murmur, Zhou Yan rubbed the top of her hair with a deep smile, and took it to heart.

   They walked out of the restaurant facing the setting sun and ended the day when night fell.

   (end of this chapter)