Chapter 79 Self-deception
The system default remark doesn’t reveal anything. Could it be the elite man named Zhuang that the aunt mentioned?

Nickname: ZG-C.

It starts with the letter Z and the surname is Zhuang, so it is very likely.

Liang Weining wanted to ignore it, but her aunt repeatedly reminded her before leaving that she must chat with the other person, just to give her face.

It's about face again.

What does her aunt's face have to do with her?

Just as I was coming to an end, Teacher Xie knocked on the door.

"What's wrong, Mom?"

From outside the door came the mother's half-smiled retelling, "Your eldest aunt just called and said Xiaozhuang will add you on WeChat soon, so remember to approve it."

"."Deadly boomerang.

Row.

Just add it.

Some things should be made clear all at once to avoid more trouble later.

Without further hesitation, I accepted the other party's friend request.

Liang Weining took the initiative and typed quickly, sending four messages in one breath.

【Hello, Mr. Zhuang. 】

[It's very presumptuous to start talking to you in this tone, but we are all adults and I don't want to beat around the bush, so I'll just get straight to the point.]

[At present, I am in the rising stage of my career and have no plans to fall in love. Besides, it is hard to refuse the kindness of the elders. I will reply to my aunt and hope that you can also find an opportunity to help mediate.]

[Finally, I wish Mr. Zhuang can find his soulmate soon and invite me to his wedding.]

I checked it from beginning to end and found the logic to be sound, the attitude to be sincere, and there was nothing wrong.

However, the satisfaction only lasts three seconds.

Suddenly received a transfer from the other party.

The cover reads: Happy New Year.

What's the meaning.

Does it mean pleasant cooperation?
Guessing that the amount was not large, Liang Weining ignored the letter and doubted it.

One, ten, hundred, thousand, ten thousand.

"."

She solidified.

Are elite men so generous when giving New Year red envelopes to girls?

Liang Weining felt guilty and immediately transferred the money back.

Of course, on this basis, I added 88 more yuan to strengthen my determination to refuse.

This time, the WeChat interface finally returned to normal.

It seems that the other party is not good at speaking and is a super sinister man.

A dreamless night.

In a blink of an eye, it was the fourth day of the New Year. A relative in her hometown suddenly died of an illness. Her parents rushed back to attend the funeral and gave her an important task.

On behalf of Teacher Xie, I attended the retirement banquet for the principal of No. 7 Middle School and presented the gift money.

The location is a five-star hotel in the next district.

There is no doubt that the vast majority of the guests at this banquet are teachers and leaders of No. 7 Middle School.

There was no traffic jam on the road, so she arrived fifteen minutes early.

After arriving at the corresponding floor and banquet hall, I met many familiar teachers along the way. I was always asked about their career development. Out of politeness, I couldn't help but patiently exchange a few words with them.

Time passed slowly, and finally it was twelve o'clock noon.

There were twenty tables in total, and the waiters began to serve the dishes.

However, the seats in the corner were already occupied, so Liang Weining was pulled by several female teachers to sit at the table for the senior class.

Coincidentally, they were all familiar faces.

I had no choice but to continue accepting a new round of concern from the teachers.

At this time, there was a commotion at the back of the banquet hall.

A male teacher said with a smile: "The great talent from our No. 7 Middle School is here too."

who.

Liang Weining didn't have time to react, and subconsciously turned his head, following the crowd's gaze towards the main entrance of the banquet hall.

Through the crowds of people, the air seemed to be still for a moment.

The young man was tall and slender, and was walking towards the table of the senior year group under the guidance of the waiter.

The son of the school director of No. 7 Middle School, he was the provincial champion in science that year. Six years have passed, but his halo remains. Wherever he goes, he is the focus of attention.

Liang Weining withdrew his gaze expressionlessly and buried his head in eating.

In just a few minutes, all the teachers' attention shifted to the "great talent".

Shen Fu.

He is 25 years old this year. He was once a prominent figure in Chengdu No. 7 Middle School and is two years older than Liang Weining.

That was her ex-boyfriend, with whom she had broken up for more than four years.

The round dining table was large enough to accommodate more than a dozen people. Liang Weining happened to sit opposite to Shen Fu, who was sitting next to the vice-principal in a shirt and trousers, with his jacket draped over the back of his chair. He seldom took food with him, but was very polite when talking to the teachers, and his every move was well-mannered.

Until the end of the banquet, Shen Fu's eyes never touched the girl at all, as if he were a stranger.

Before the banquet ended, a teacher asked about the great talent's career plan. Shen Fu was pragmatic and explained: "I will start a business in Beijing. It is expected that the company will enter the B round of financing after the new year."

When the teachers heard that the school director’s son had started a business, they were full of praise.

There are very few young people nowadays who can work hard on their own without relying on their parents. It is very rare.

Liang Weining put down his chopsticks and left the table quietly amid praises.

five minutes later.

At the end of the corridor, there is a public restroom.

After receiving a call from my mother, I put my phone on speaker and placed it on the sink.

Teacher Xie asked her, "How is the food?"

"good."

But the cold cuts were a bit small.

Thinking about Lao Liang’s 50th birthday party next year.

Liang Weining suggested: "Mom, we can actually choose a more high-end place."

Yo.

"Are you going to pay for it?" Teacher Xie joked.

Why not.

Liang Weining said confidently: "A few tens of thousands of dollars is no problem for me."

My daughter is very generous.

Teacher Xie smiled and said, "I recorded it."

Go ahead and record it.

She knew that her mother was teasing her on purpose.

After a brief talk, the phone was hung up.

Liang Weining took out a tissue to wipe his hands, fixed his hair in front of the mirror, then turned and walked out.

At the corner, I met Shen Fu.

The latter stopped.

This time, that light gaze fell steadily on the girl's face.

Haven't seen each other for four years, it feels familiar yet strange.

Moments ago at the table, both parties had reached a consensus to pretend not to know each other.

In that case, let's just pass by each other.

Liang Weining thought so and started to walk away. As he moved aside, he heard Shen Fu mutter to himself, "He has grown a lot taller."

Indeed, I grew six centimeters taller during four years of college.

She ignored him and reached out to turn the doorknob.

Behind her, Shen Fu's calm voice sounded again, and as if chatting, he casually asked her: "What job do you do now?"

The other party took the initiative to speak, and there was no deep hatred between them.

Liang Weining's answer was perfunctory, with only two words: "Secretary."

Executive Director of China Hong Kong and Secretary of Mr. Chen.

When the girl finished speaking, Shen Fu couldn't help but sneer, as if he had heard some joke.

"Back then, you gave up your love and resolutely chose to go to Hong Kong, just to be a secretary?"

The ending tone is upturned, full of irony.

Liang Weining frowned and turned around.

She stared at the man, pretending to be surprised: "When have I ever been in love?"

"Then tell me." Shen Fu took two steps closer and asked indifferently: "What does all that happened back then mean?"

At first.

At the age of sixteen or seventeen, do you understand love?

Liang Weining smiled and said indifferently: "It's just premature love. Everyone has a restless youth. The past is like dog shit. Why mention it?"

After saying that, he opened the door and left without any regrets.

Shen Fu stood behind the door, not moving for a long time.

A few minutes later, his friend came and asked him what happened.

Thinking about the chance encounter with Liang Weining in the corridor just now, and looking at the man's mental state, I seemed to understand something.

"It's been four years, and you still haven't let it go?" asked a friend.

Shen Fu glanced at him and walked inside. "It's just puppy love. What's there to be worried about?"

Tsk.

A dead duck has a tough mouth.

"Stealing people's game accounts, hacking into their computers, and filling the screen with pink pig heads, are you sure you've let it go?"

"I'll say it again, it was an accident." Shen Fu said coldly.

A sign that a great talent is getting angry.

OKAY.
The friend gestured to surrender.

If you say it is an accident, then it is an accident. You are just deceiving yourself.