My friend's uncle took a fancy to me

The meal ended in a seemingly peaceful atmosphere.

From the beginning to the end, no one noticed Zhou Qizhen, who had never spoken a word from beginning to end.

Even Zhao Yaqin, who usually paid attention to his emotional changes, only glanced at him at the beginning, and then gradually shifted her attention to the young people's heated discussion.

After dinner, Lu Xiaoqiao and Lin Lin took Tuanzi to play in the yard. Zhao Yaqin asked the nanny to cut some fruit for the two little girls.

She made a pot of tea and brought it to the three people who were discussing something in the study.

As soon as I entered, I heard Zhou Qi talking about Lin Ziyang about work. To be precise, it was more like a scolding.

After putting down the tea, she quickly retreated without saying a word and went to the yard to play with Tuanzi with the two little girls.

As dinner was approaching, Lu Xiaoqiao said goodbye to everyone. Zhao Yaqin hurriedly tried her best to persuade her to stay for dinner.

Lu Xiaoqiao explained with a smile: "Grandma, my friend and I have an appointment to go to the temple early tomorrow morning, so I have to pack my things when I get back."

The few people who had just finished their discussion in the study upstairs came down and heard what Lu Xiaoqiao said.

Lin Ziyang said, "Xiao Qiao is going to a temple tomorrow. Is it Yunling Temple? My girlfriend and I are going there too. I'll pick you up tomorrow and we'll go together."

As soon as Lin Ziyang finished speaking, Zhou Qi, who was standing next to him, glanced at him.

"You can't go anywhere tomorrow. Come with me to Shenzhen on a business trip."

"Huh? You're working before the holidays are over?"

Zhou Qizheng said coldly, "What? Do you have any objections?"

Lin Ziyang wanted to say something else, but when he saw Zhou Qizheng's sharp eyes staring at him, he suddenly shut up.

I don’t know how I offended my uncle today.

Just now in the study, he was scolded because a merchant in the shopping mall that was about to open was able to move in because of his connections. Now he is going to cut short his hard-earned vacation.

It’s true... I don’t dare to speak out my suffering!

Zhou Qizheng walked up to Lu Xiaoqiao and said in a gentle tone, "Let's go."

"Ah?" Lu Xiaoqiao was stunned.

"Aren't you going home? I'm leaving too, so I'll just give you a ride."

"Oh well."

Lin Ziyang watched the two of them drive out of the yard before he dared to complain aloud, "What's wrong with my uncle today? It's true that the older he gets, the worse his temper gets!"

Father Zhou snorted coldly, "Don't be so rude next time. Don't be so long-winded and talk too much."

Lin Ziyang: “…”

……

It was dawn the next day.

When Lu Xiaoqiao went downstairs, she met someone she had never expected.

The man was wearing a well-tailored black suit, leaning lazily against the Bentley behind him, one hand casually in his trouser pocket, and the other holding a burning cigarette, with curls of smoke rising in front of him.

The dim morning light shone through the mist onto his stern face, as if coating it with a soft halo, adding a touch of hazy warmth to his originally cold and hard lines.

Just one glance can make one's heart beat uncontrollably.

Lu Xiaoqiao walked down the last step, walked up to him and asked, "Mr. Zhou? Why are you here?"

Zhou Qi put out the cigarette in his hand when he saw her.

He answered Lu Xiaoqiao as he walked towards the garbage sorting area on the side of the building.

"Didn't you say you were going to the temple? Ziyang said he would pick you up, but he has to go on a business trip with me today. I heard you mention the time in the car yesterday. It's too early to get a taxi, and it's not safe for a girl to take a taxi. I also have to go on a business trip soon, so it's just right for me to drop you off at the airport."

Lu Xiaoqiao didn't expect him to be so thoughtful. In order to light the first incense stick, pilgrims usually line up in front of the temple very early, so there are naturally many vehicles, which also causes many taxis to be unwilling to go in that direction during this period.

"Will that delay you? I wonder if there's traffic jam there."

"It's okay, there's still time, get in the car!" Zhou Qizhen said and helped her open the passenger door.

After the two of them got in the car, Zhou Qizheng handed her a thermos cup and said, "Drink a little to warm your stomach."

He then started the car and drove out of the community.

Lu Xiaoqiao took the thermos cup and said, "Thank you, Mr. Zhou. Is there milk in it?"

"It's not milk. You don't seem to like milk. You didn't finish the last one. This time it's oatmeal with milk. You won't have the energy to climb the mountain if you don't eat for a while."

At this moment, she felt that it was no wonder that he was so successful. His observation skills were simply too strong!

Lu Xiaoqiao said a little embarrassedly: "I have never liked drinking milk since I was a child, but I like to eat dry milk powder. I feel it is very fragrant and delicious. My mother even called me a fake monk because of this."

Zhou Qizheng couldn't help laughing and said, "I think your mother is right, and Auntie is not wrong."

Lu Xiaoqiao was really surprised by his smile and didn't notice at all that Zhou Qi was calling her mother "Auntie".

Ever since they met, she had never seen him smile. Most of the time, he had a cold face and was so serious that people dared not look him in the eye. It seemed that the boss had a pretty low sense of humor.

Lu Xiaoqiao unscrewed the lid of the thermos, and the sweet aroma of milk mixed with the natural grain aroma of oats hit her face.

He took a sip, his eyes widened instantly, and then he looked at Zhou Qizhen who was driving.

"It's so delicious! Is this called milk oatmeal? I've never had it before. Where did you buy it, Mr. Zhou?"

Zhou Qizhen glanced at the girl's eyes that were shining because she had eaten something delicious. He felt that it was all worth it for him to call the star-rated hotel last night to prepare it and then drive to pick it up early in the morning.

"I bought it on the street while driving by. I hope you like it."

Lu Xiaoqiao sat in the passenger seat, chatting with Zhou Qizhen while looking at the scenery outside the car window. From time to time, she took a sip of milk oatmeal porridge and felt warm all over.

It was still a bit chilly in the morning in October. If he hadn't come to see her off, she would probably still be standing on the roadside in the cold wind, trying to get a taxi.

There are all kinds of rumors about him from outside. Some say that he is ruthless and decisive, while others say that he is extremely capable but too cold.

When they first met, she also felt that this person was too serious and solemn, and people were afraid to get close to him.

As the two of them spent more time together, she felt that her friend's uncle was quite easy to get along with, a kind and warm-hearted person, and not like what the outside world said.

When they were almost at Yunling Temple, there were obviously more cars on the road, and Lu Xiaoqiao was afraid of delaying Zhou Qizhen's trip to the airport.

"Mr. Zhou, my friend's house is close to here. Because I arrived early in your car, she probably hasn't arrived yet. I can just drop me off on the side of the road and walk over slowly. There will definitely be traffic if I drive in a little further."

"It's okay. There's still time. It's convenient for me to drive. You can get off in the parking lot later. The ticket office is right there."

Five minutes later, the car drove into the parking lot and stopped opposite a red sports car.

At this time, there were two young men sitting in the sports car. One of them, a man in yellow, sitting in the passenger seat, said to the man smoking in the driver's seat, "Brother, brother, look quickly, look ahead."

"What are you yelling about, Li Bing? If you keep making a fuss, get off right there."

Tang Qian came to the temple today to burn incense for his deceased mother. Today is her death anniversary. No one would care about a deceased person. Only he, her disappointing son, missed her. His sister was afraid that he would be sad and get into trouble, so she asked his cousin next to him to accompany him.