Fake it on a dating show

Mrs. Zhao was really stunned for a moment.

She looked at Lin Xingyue, then at Zhao Minglang, and finally asked Lin Xingyue: "Are you her girlfriend?"

Lin Xingyue shook her head again and again, but her voice was very low: "No."

Seeing the suspicious gaze cast by his mother, Zhao Minglang patted Lin Xingyue on the shoulder, and said generously, "Isn't this not caught up yet?"

Lin Xingyue's ears were a little red, and she didn't know what to say for a while.

She thought that Zhao Minglang's parents had to ask some more questions, and she was nervously thinking about how to answer, but they didn't ask any more questions.

"Oh." Mrs. Zhao nodded clearly, "I said, how could it be so easy for you to find a partner."

As he said that, he turned his head to face Lin Xingyue, and his attitude was much gentler. He greeted her and invited her to go back together.

Lin Xingyue was still a little dazed, and just followed up reflexively.

She couldn't help turning her head to look at Zhao Minglang, while walking, she asked for help without knowing it.

Zhao Minglang held back his laughter, and chased after her in a few steps, shoulder to shoulder with her.

This made Lin Xingyue less nervous, and she could spare a little attention to look around.

Zhao Minglang's parents walked in front, and the relationship between the two was obviously very good. Mrs. Zhao had a smile on her face when she talked to her husband, and she got a little angry a few times, and was coaxed by her husband with a few words, covering the corners of her mouth and eyes There are smiles on the brows.

Lin Xingyue subconsciously looked away——

How did that old saying come about?If you disturb other people's relationship, you will be kicked by a donkey.

The Zhao family's old house is on the side of the village, and it will be renovated every once in a while, so it looks neat and clean, a bit like a quaint mansion.

There were already some people gathered in the yard, they seemed to be other relatives of the Zhao family, Lin Xingyue didn't know anyone, so it was unavoidable that she felt a little uncomfortable following Zhao Minglang's side.

Zhao Minglang pushed her in front of Father Zhao, cleared a stone table for them, and asked them to sit there and drink tea.

"You don't need to do other things, just help me keep my dad in check here and don't let him wander around in the kitchen." Zhao Minglang whispered in Lin Xingyue's ear, "Otherwise the kitchen will definitely be a mess."

As he said that, Zhao Minglang couldn't help showing a headache expression.

Father Zhao cared about his wife and daughter very much, and he didn't mind washing their hands and making soup for them. Unfortunately, he really didn't have much talent, he was just a master who only knew how to fry the kitchen, so he was decisively included in the kitchen ban list by his family.

Before Lin Xingyue could utter the words of rejection, Zhao Minglang pushed her down on the seat, and she disappeared as soon as she turned her head.

There were strangers there, and Lin Xingyue was too embarrassed to disturb her, so she could only nod sullenly and sit down where she was.

Turning around, Father Zhao smiled at her gently, and asked her, "Can you play chess?"

There is a chessboard on the stone table, with a few black and white chess pieces scattered here and there.

There's nothing else to do in the countryside, and it's not easy to bow your head in front of your elders and indulge in your mobile phone, not to mention that the signal in the countryside is not very good.

Lin Xingyue nodded: "I learned it when I was a child."

So Father Zhao arranged the chess pieces, straightened the chessboard, and chatted with Lin Xingyue while making the chess pieces.

They mostly talked about some embarrassing things about Zhao Minglang when he was a child, as if they were trying to let Lin Xingyue understand her flaws.

However, when said by a father who loves his daughter deeply, it is inevitable that there will be a filter of unconsciousness, and it sounds only interesting.

"...She originally wanted to study art when she was a child, and clamored to become a world-famous painter every day. As a result, within two days after sending her to the studio, she ran back crying, saying that the teacher stinks, so she refused go again."

Father Zhao's words sounded helpless, but the fine lines at the corners of his eyes were full of smiles.

He had a gentle attitude, and Lin Xingyue always felt that Zhao Minglang's gentleness might be inherited from his father, so she gradually relaxed unconsciously.

"What happened later?" She was a little curious about the attitude of Zhao Minglang's parents.

"If you don't go later, you won't go. We can't force her to go, but then she will let her work to earn tuition fees if she wants to learn." Zhao's father noticed Lin Xingyue's surprised eyes, and added slowly , "It's just doing some housework at home. Her mother and I will give her a little 'remuneration'. Only when you know how hard it is to make money, you know how to cherish it, and don't give up opportunities easily."

Father Zhao laughed while talking: "Later, he said he wanted to be a pianist and a dancer. Although he didn't take that path in the end, he insisted on learning anyway."

At that time, Zhao Minglang, who was still Xiaodouding, had a plausible argument that he would give up his hard-earned money until he finished his classes.

Lin Xingyue couldn't help laughing either.

Zhao Minglang had a childhood full of experiences, full of whimsical ideas, and he also had a 3-minute enthusiasm for thinking about it. In the end, he chose to run his own company. Although it is reasonable, it is also surprising.

Zhao's father doesn't seem to think that his daughter must inherit his family's company.

The current film and television company under Zhao Minglang's name was created by herself when she was in school. After graduation, she worked in her own company for two years before officially taking over.

And that is almost the least noteworthy subsidiary of the Zhao Corporation.

Zhao Minglang has her own ideas, and her parents don't interfere much with her.

"We are not old yet, and we can still let her go on for two years. And we always want to go ahead of her. When we are gone, even if she sells the company immediately, we can't help it. It's better to be a family and be kind." Yes, the future is not something we need to worry about."

Father Zhao's attitude was surprisingly good, it didn't sound like he was telling the truth.

Xu Shi was aware of the question from the person opposite, and Zhao's father continued to explain slowly: "It's a family tradition - I'm not afraid of your jokes when I say it. I also lived a hard life for a long time when I was young. Before I was born, my mother There was something wrong with my natal family, I was afraid that it would cause my father to divorce, that is, Xiao Lang's grandparents. In order to get my mother back, my father almost bankrupted the family and made a feud with others, which made my grandfather almost angry I severed ties with him on the spot, but fortunately my mother came back in the end, and later gave birth to me, and the family slowly got over it."

"When Xiao Lang was born, our family had survived, and even improved to a higher level than before. Before his death, my grandfather praised my father for his promise."

Father Zhao paused as he spoke, and glanced at Lin Xingyue: "But, do you know what my father told me before he died?"

Lin Xingyue shook her head, expressing that she couldn't guess.

According to the summary of the previous situation, it may be that he is lucky to survive, or he may express his dissatisfaction with his father.

But these don't seem to be suitable words to say directly.

Father Zhao continued: "He said that luckily he brought my mother back."

Lin Xingyue was startled, this was an ending she didn't dare to guess.

"I also think it's pretty good, otherwise it would be nothing to do with me." Zhao's father smiled, looked in Zhao Minglang's direction, and said, "There will be no Xiaolang born."

Lin Xingyue turned her head following his gaze, and Zhao Minglang put two cups of tea by their hands.

"What are you talking about, so happy?"

"Talk about how you went to learn how to draw when you were young and then ran back crying for two days." Father Zhao laughed.

"Can you stop talking about things that damage my image?" Zhao Minglang sighed, "Are you responsible for not being able to catch up with me later?"

Father Zhao raised his hands to indicate that he chose to surrender.

Not far away, Mrs. Zhao came out with a kitchen knife, glanced left and right and went straight to Zhao Minglang: "Zhao Minglang! What did you just say?!"

When she walked in front of Father Zhao and Lin Xingyue, Mrs. Zhao barely stopped the car, looked at the kitchen knife in her hand, and at the people around her, hid the kitchen knife behind her back awkwardly, and grabbed Zhao Minglang's ear , using his eyes to signal her to talk to him to the side.

Lin Xingyue was dumbfounded, while Zhao's father took a sip of tea leisurely: "Don't worry, it's just an exchange of feelings between mother and daughter, it's fine."

It seems to be used to it.

In the corner on the other side.

Zhao Minglang rubbed his ears, leaned aside, and was forced to face his mother's dark face.

Mrs. Zhao was aggressive: "What did you just say? Say it again for me."

Zhao Minglang rolled his eyes, and repeated in a flat tone: "Lin Xingyue is the eldest lady of the Lin family—yes, that is the Lin family in the east of the city you know. Her family didn't know about it, and she ran away by herself. Come out, just in case there is anything else going on later, I will say hello to you in advance."

"Are you crazy and you have nothing to do to provoke the Lin family?" Mrs. Zhao tried her best to restrain her urge to scream, and after calming her breath, she continued, "Everyone in the family is dedicated to the country and the society. It's okay to come up and disturb others."

"Do I look like I'm idle and okay?" Zhao Minglang pointed to his nose and asked Mrs. Zhao.

Mrs. Zhao carefully looked at her face, was silent for a moment, and asked, "Are you serious?"

"of course."

"Isn't the picture fresh for a while?"

"When did I have a fresh picture for a while?"

"You learned to draw when you were a child—"

"Stop." Zhao Minglang hastily made a pause gesture, "This doesn't count, I'm talking about feelings."

Mrs. Zhao recalled it carefully, and had nothing to say.

Just because of Zhao Minglang's weird problem, not to mention his romantic partner, he didn't even have many good friends he brought home seriously.

The friends I have brought back are all close friends who have known each other for several years or even ten years.

Zhao Minglang has never been more serious about his feelings.

"It's a crime." Mrs. Zhao sighed, and couldn't help asking her again, "Do you really like her?"

"No." Zhao Minglang put on a serious expression, "I love her and want to spend my whole life with her."

Want to save her.

Zhao Minglang silently added a sentence in his heart.

Although it was exaggerated, Mrs. Zhao knew she was serious.

"...I see." Mrs. Zhao had a headache, "I'll tell your dad later."

Zhao Minglang heaved a sigh of relief.

Before leaving this corner, Mrs. Zhao stopped her again.

"Since the decision is made, don't let her down." Mrs. Zhao said, "This road is not easy, but if you drag her in, you have to take responsibility."

Zhao Minglang suppressed his smile and nodded seriously: "I know."

"Oh, it looks like I've lost again." Father Zhao put down his chess pieces and conceded, and took a sip from his teacup. "It's really amazing. You are not too bad to be a professional player at your level."

"Where, I'm still far behind." Lin Xingyue didn't dare to take his compliments, and took the initiative to clean up the chessboard.

Father Zhao glanced at the corner, and turned around with a gentle expression on his face: "Let's not go down for now, let's go out for a walk?"

Lin Xingyue had no objection.

There is a small forest on the other side of the yard. Because of the rain, the ground is still a little wet, and the branches and leaves in the forest are dripping water from time to time.

The two just stepped in, and then backed out after a while, shaking the water on their heads, and turned to walk along the path beside the road.

They looked at each other with the same embarrassment, which actually relaxed the inexplicably tense atmosphere between them.

While walking on the road, they still chatted some gossip.

Most of the time it was Zhao's father who was talking, and it was all about Zhao Minglang.

In just half an hour, Lin Xingyue gained a deeper understanding of Zhao Minglang's past, who was originally ignorant.

When the sky became darker and they were about to go back, Lin Xingyue had some vague thoughts in her heart.

It turns out that Zhao Minglang is not really that far away.

However, he is also an ordinary person with joys, sorrows, sorrows, and quarrels with his family members, and sometimes makes trouble for no reason.

If you don't take that step, there is no possibility of understanding.

But it turned out that taking that step was much easier than she imagined, and there was nothing to be afraid of.

Perhaps the gentle attitude of Zhao Minglang's parents played an important role in this.

Just thinking about it, Lin Xingyue heard Zhao's father call her, and his tone was a little more serious than before.

"I don't know what Minglang told you, and what stage has happened between you, but as long as she doesn't commit crimes, no matter what choice she makes—be it together or apart, we will all be together. Support her." He said, "So, between you and her, the only thing that needs to be considered is her."

Lin Xingyue let out a "huh", feeling in her heart that this family is really enlightened, and it is enough to make people feel envious wherever they are placed.

Maybe she revealed her inner thoughts unintentionally, or showed a little surprise, but Father Zhao didn't take it seriously.

"That's the job of being a parent."

Even if the world is on the right path, it is difficult enough. If parents can't understand and support their children, where can those young and immature children find comfort and support.

It's just that too many people don't know this truth, or even if they know it, they don't care.

When they returned, it was already time for dinner.

Zhao Minglang pulled Lin Xingyue away from his father, walked beside her naturally, and asked her in a low voice if there was any inconvenience, and if it was difficult to chat with her father.

Lin Xingyue shook her head, and found a seat behind Zhao Minglang to sit down. Although there were still strangers in front of her, she was not as nervous as before.

"Your parents are very good." Lin Xingyue said words that sounded like compliments, but they were all sincere, "It's really enviable."

If I was born in such a family, I wouldn't worry about gain and loss like now, feel inferior and confused.

It's not that Lin Xingyue has never fantasized about similar things, it's just that when she got older, she realized that it was not realistic, so she gave up the useless fantasies.

But seeing Zhao Minglang's family aroused her delusional thoughts again.

Still envious after all.

"Are you envious?" Zhao Minglang repeated this adjective, couldn't help laughing, and continued as if it was natural, "If that's the case, how about staying?"