Depressed wife runs with the ball

"Take a picture? What to take a picture of?" Chu Yue felt that he was acting strangely these past few days. He often made phone calls behind her back and was also mysterious when talking to Secretary Jiang.

"Nothing, sleep." Zhou Xingzhi hugged her to sleep. "Take a picture? With your photography skills, hehe." Chu Yue thought of the last time he took pictures of her, none of which were usable.

"Go to bed, hurry up, or you won't be able to get up tomorrow morning."

Before the opening ceremony, Zhou Kecheng and Li Li invited Teacher Yang to dinner as usual. However, this year the atmosphere at the dinner table was not as harmonious as in previous years, and occasionally fell into an awkward silence.

Teacher Yang learned about Zhou Xingzhi and Chu Yue's relationship from Li Li. She scolded her student, "Oh, you silly kid! You told me yesterday you didn't have any. If you're in a relationship, then you're in a relationship. Why are you so afraid to admit it?"

"It's a bit... not presentable." Chu Yue muttered quietly, looking at Zhou Xingzhi guiltily. "What?" How could his appearance and family background not be presentable?

"No." Chu Yue patted him embarrassedly, then pursed her lips shyly and looked at the teacher.

Teacher Yang had never seen Chu Yue in this state before. She pulled Chu Yue in, hugged her, patted her back, and said with relief, "Teacher knows you can get through this."

Everyone present was confused by this, but Chu Yue was trying hard to hold back tears. Zhou Xingzhi assured the teacher, "Don't worry, Professor Yang, I'll take care of Yueyue and won't let her suffer any injustice."

Chu Yue broke free from the teacher's arms and looked at him guiltily. "Eat well."

Tears still welled up in her eyes, glistening brightly under the restaurant lights. Mo Xiaoxiao sighed, "The protagonist is just different; even the lighting is so partial to her." Zhou Kecheng sighed deeply. If he didn't let the two of them get married, he didn't know what his son would do.

"Let's eat." The old man picked up his chopsticks and told everyone to eat well.

At the opening ceremony that evening, everyone was sitting in the audience. Li Li looked at her son and his girlfriend and complained to her father, "Why don't you try to persuade Xingzhi? Look at how he is now. He's not as serious as before!"

"How can I persuade you? Your son organized this art festival for this girl in the first place." The old man still remembered the first time he heard him say that he wanted to organize a Youth Art Festival. He thought it was prepared for his mother. He also felt that he was filial to his mother for considering everything in his first time planning such a large-scale event.

Now I realized that he had set a trap for me, just to make me and his mother accept this girl and have a good impression of her.

This is how young people fall in love. The more they are persuaded, the more they feel it is true love. Li Li was also helpless.

"Hey, the styling team of the entertainment company, would you like to consider it again?" The son couldn't persuade them, so he could only fight for the authority of his old friend of many years.

"What are you considering? Didn't you hear what Xiaoxiao said? After changing the styling team, the artists' schedules are packed? Xinghan's profits this year could equal the profits of the past three years. I'd say your friend isn't holding back on anything good. It's best to avoid them in the future." The old man hadn't previously expected the entertainment company to make money, so he'd kept it under wraps. But this year, with the improved profit margins, he's taken a new look at the branch and his daughter-in-law.

"How many friends do I have? If it weren't for you, would I have to stay at home all the time? After we got married, you didn't let me go out to work. My previous friends always said that they had impure intentions and asked me not to associate with them..." Li Li felt more and more aggrieved as she spoke, and she couldn't stop sniffing.

She and Lao Yang went to the same university, and he was now a professor with many outstanding students. She could only be a full-time housewife, wandering around her small business every day, her only comfort being that she could collect some paintings.

"Okay, I'm with you, right?" the old man quickly comforted.

Jiang Tao sent a WeChat message to Zhou Xingzhi: [Mr. Zhou, everything is ready in Haicheng.]

[Hard.]

"How about we not go to Haicheng first, and I accompany the teacher to play in Qiancheng for a few days?" Chu Yue still wanted to spend more time with the teacher. "No." Zhou Xingzhi thought she had seen the content on his phone and quickly put it away. "Teacher, when you say get over it, do you mean you know about your depression?"

"Well, I was diagnosed with depression when I was in college. My household registration was with my grandparents, and after they passed away, I was the only one registered in the household registration book. Plus, I was young in college, so Teacher Yang took special care of me and took me to see a psychologist."

Household registration books, it seems that they are no longer used for registration. But just in case, you should still bring them with you. "So, do you always carry your household registration books with you?"

"No, who would carry a household registration book with them?"

"Wouldn't it be safer to carry it with you? Don't lose it. Where did you put it?"

"Why do you care where I put my household registration book?" Chu Yue didn't think much about it, she just felt that he was meddling more and more.

If you can't get it, then don't try. Proposing doesn't necessarily mean you can register for marriage. Registration doesn't require a household registration book.

The day after the opening ceremony, a press conference featuring children with autism was a newly added component of the exhibition. Early that morning, a stylist was at the villa styling the two. After all, it was a Zhou family affair, and Chu Yue felt that as a special assistant, she had little to show up for, so she didn't need to do any styling. Most importantly, it was so early, and instead of having to do styling, she might as well get some more sleep.

"As the girlfriend of the president of Xinghui, of course you will attract a lot of media. Get up, we have to leave for Haicheng in the afternoon." Zhou Xingzhi changed into home clothes and told her to get up.

"Em...what time?" She turned over and continued to sleep. The closing ceremony ended at half past ten last night, and it was already past 11 o'clock when she returned to the villa. It was already 12 o'clock after she finished washing up and went to bed. It was too early to get up at 6 o'clock in the morning to do her hair.

"It's 6:10, and there are a lot of people waiting." After changing into home clothes, Zhou Xingzhi squatted beside the bed and patiently coaxed her to get up.

Chu Yue could only get up and sit on the bed with her eyes closed. "Get up and brush your teeth." Zhou Xingzhi sat on the bed and kissed her on the cheek. "Annoying!"

This time she closed her eyes and let the stylist do whatever she wanted. A white knitted dress, a white coat, and high heels. Zhou Xingzhi, wearing a navy blue suit, saw her wearing white and quickly asked the stylist, "Should I wear white too?"

"Mr. Zhou, you are the organizer after all. White is not suitable, right?" The stylist had never seen a CEO wearing a white suit at a charity event.

"And you look so ugly in a white suit." Chu Yue added, and the styling team lowered their heads and dared not laugh out loud.

"So, what should I wear with my coat?" Zhou Xing subconsciously asked Chu Yue. "There's heating, why would you wear a coat?" It was early in the morning, not only had he not slept enough, but he was also dawdling.

"Oh." I won't wear it if my girlfriend doesn't allow me to.

There were quite a few people at the exhibition, and the host was introducing the families of several children. Children were drawing elsewhere, and one of them would occasionally glance at Chu Yue's street scene.

The child tugged at his mother's clothes, pointed at the painting and said, "This sister is sick."

Chu Yue felt sleepy while listening to the show, so she simply said to Zhou Xingzhi, "I'm going to watch the children draw."

"There are so many people here, be careful. Are your high heels uncomfortable?"

Chu Yue shook her head, stood up, bent slightly, walked across the venue, and came behind the children to watch from a distance. The children's mother saw Chu Yue, walked up to her and said, "Are you the author of that painting?"

The child's mother was dressed simply and had some white hair, probably because she was overworked.

"Yes, what?"

"Well, the child may have figured out something. Why don't you change it?" The child's mother seemed a little embarrassed.

What did he see? Chu Yue looked at the painting and asked the child's mother, "Can I talk to the child?"

"My child is not good at communicating, please don't mind, Miss Duobao." The child's mother was a little embarrassed.

Chu Yue walked over, saying nothing, and squatted beside them, watching the children draw. They had colorful boats, a sky and sea that blocked out the sun, and it was lively and peaceful, without the dogmas and constraints that painting requires.

Another child accidentally knocked over a paintbrush next to her, which fell into the bucket, and the dirty water in the bucket splashed onto her white coat.