Chapter 392

Dong~ Dong~

A knock on the door came.

Xu Qingzhou stepped in slippers to open the door. School Beauty Song appeared at the door. Unlike Xu Qingzhou's sloppiness, Song Yao was in a T-shirt and jeans, and even had a nice hairstyle.

"Dad, Song Yao is here," Xu Qingzhou shouted toward the study.

Xu Shouyun also heard the movement outside the house, walked out, and greeted with a smile: "Xiao Yao, sit, there's fruit on the table."

"Thank you, Uncle Xu."

Song Yao was pulled by Xu Qingzhou to sit down, looked around, and asked: "Where is Auntie Wang?"

"My mom? She went to play mahjong... at this time, she should also be going to buy vegetables," Xu Qingzhou looked at the time.

If it were just him and old Xu at home, Wang Nushi might really forget there were two people waiting to be fed because of mahjong, but today was different—the future daughter-in-law was coming over for dinner.

Xu Shouyun looked at the two young people opposite, a bit dazed. In a blink, his son was already 21 years old.

"I heard your dad went on a business trip again?"

Song Yao nodded: "Hmm, went to Miancheng to handle some things, will be back in a few days."

"Old Song and his work are busy," Xu Shouyun sighed.

"Dad, how was the harvest when you and Uncle Song went fishing last time?"

"It was okay."

The three started chatting one sentence after another.

Xu Qingzhou pinched Song Yao's little hand, soft and tender, feeling very comfortable to touch.

Song Yao turned her head to warn Xu Qingzhou not to move his hands and feet, but this guy revealed an expression of a dead pig not afraid of boiling water.

Xu Shouyun noticed his son's little movements and didn't disturb the two young people, saying "You two sit first," and stood up to return to the study.

Song Yao stared: "Xu Qingzhou!"

"What's wrong?" Xu Qingzhou looked at Song Yao innocently.

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Dong~ Dong~

At this time, a banging knock came from outside the door.

"Wang Nushi is back."

Xu Qingzhou ran over to open the door. Wang Xiaping walked in carrying a pile of vegetables, her gaze falling on Song Yao, and she immediately beamed: "Xiao Yao is here."

"Auntie Wang."

Song Yao, who was angry just a moment ago, had already changed her expression, calling out prettily, while taking the vegetables from one of Wang Xiaping's hands.

Xu Qingzhou secretly gave a thumbs up—a master of Sichuan opera face-changing.

The smile on Wang Xiaping's face grew thicker. She turned to look at Xu Qingzhou and said with disdain: "All you know is how to eat idle rice, you don't even know how to help carry vegetables. Look at Xiao Yao."

Xu Qingzhou shrugged, already used to Wang Nushi's pulling and stepping, and closed the door.

On this side, Song Yao took the vegetables into the kitchen with Wang Xiaping, then went to the living room to sit.

Xu Qingzhou took the orange from just now, peeled a slice, and handed it to Song Yao's mouth. Seeing her willow-leaf eyebrows slightly furrowed, he said with a grin: "Is it a bit sour? I ate a piece just now, and it was so sour that tears came out."

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Song Yao frowned, her eyes sank, thinking to herself that this was in front of Xu Qingzhou's parents, so she couldn't use her hands.

"How can you be so annoying!"

Wang Xiaping couldn't watch anymore. She gave Xu Qingzhou a slap on the thigh with a "pia" and turned to say to Song Yao: "This kid doesn't even know how to weigh an orange, only buying sour ones."

"I tasted it at the time; it was sweet."

"The one others let you taste is of course sweet." Wang Xiaping shook her head and, seeing it was getting late, prepared to cook.

"Auntie, I'll help you."

"No need... let this stinky kid accompany you." Wang Xiaping couldn't bear to let Song Yao enter the kitchen. She was dressed cleanly and prettily; it wouldn't be good to get oil smoke in the kitchen.

Pfft, pretending.

Xu Qingzhou secretly complained. Don't think that pretending to be weak and cute meant you weren't the one who often threatened people with clenched fists.

Wang Xiaping entered the kitchen.

Xu Qingzhou reached out his hand. "Spit it out." Song Yao shook her head, swallowing the sour orange with a bitter face. Anyway, this debt had already been recorded. When they went back tonight, hehe...

"You..."

Xu Qingzhou felt that School Beauty Song's gaze was a little dangerous.

"What's wrong with me?"

Song Yao narrowed her eyes, looking at her annoying boyfriend, her voice popping out from between her teeth.

"You're getting better-looking."

"Pfft~"

Xu Qingzhou pulled Song Yao back to the bedroom and closed the bedroom door behind him.

Song Yao curled her lips. "What are you doing closing the door?"

"To avoid exposing someone's violent attributes." Xu Qingzhou pulled Song Yao to sit on his lap.

Song Yao wanted to give this person a headbutt, but held back. She embraced Xu Qingzhou's neck and comforted him softly: "Don't worry, I won't use my hands at home."

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"You'd better use your hands." Xu Qingzhou sighed. Compared to death, the process of waiting for death was more uncomfortable.

Song Yao gave a hum and ignored him. She turned her head, leaned back, and looked at the scenery outside while leaning against Xu Qingzhou. Actually, there was nothing good to look at; it was all shrubs.

Xu Qingzhou smiled, also holding Song Yao, his gaze drifting into the distance.

Song Yao said in a low voice: "Jiahui and the others are coming back on the 15th, saying they'll make an appointment for a meal before leaving."

"We have to meet one more time. Next time we come back, I guess it'll be the New Year." Xu Qingzhou sniffed at Song Yao's neck.

The scorching breath hit her skin, making Song Yao shrink her head. She glanced at the pile of manuscript paper on the table and asked: "How is that Reich metric of yours?"

"No good, no progress."

Xu Qingzhou sighed. After fighting continuously for a week, he felt it was time to let go.

The Reich metric itself wasn't a widely known or standardized mathematical concept. Essentially, it followed Atiyah's proof framework and also went in the direction of constant number derivation.

"An old gentleman in his eighties can have such ideas; to a certain extent, it's already worthy of everyone's respect. As age increases, energy and brainpower can no longer keep up. This is also why some people often sigh that mathematics is a game for young people."

"Then you..." Song Yao froze, moving uneasily, her earlobes a bit red, seemingly being poked by Xu Qingzhou.

"Xu Qingzhou."

"Hmm?" Xu Qingzhou closed his eyes, sniffing the familiar scent of the girl's hair.

"Are you a teddy?"

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"Get off, I'm going out."

Song Yao felt she couldn't stay any longer. Staying in this guy's bedroom for too long, it might be misunderstood whether the two of them were doing something strange inside.

"Hug a while longer, hiss~"

Song Yao gave this guy a claw directly and walked out in big strides. Broad daylight, and still here...

Xu Qingzhou came out after a while. Song Yao had already gone to the kitchen to help Wang Xiaping cook. Vaguely, she could hear the two seemingly talking.

He sighed, sat on the sofa, and turned on the TV.

Not long after, the sound of stir-frying started in the kitchen, and Song Yao also came out of the kitchen.

Xu Qingzhou changed channels while looking for something to watch on TV, and asked about business: "The communication with Professor Morton this morning went smoothly, right?"

Song Yao's advisor, Professor Lucille Morton, was currently engaged in a project on financial investment and valuation.

Focusing on the knowledge behind financial investment, including using tools like the discounted cash flow model to value the MiracleLife company, analyzing hidden information in Apple's financial reports, and understanding financial technology and government-enterprise cooperation.

Song Yao nodded. "Hmm, the professor praised me many times."

"How is looking at the materials? Any obstacles?"

Song Yao always felt this guy had other intentions. "I'll check the dictionary for words I don't know."

Xu Qingzhou's eyes lit up. He leaned toward Song Yao and lowered his volume, saying: "Checking the dictionary is too much trouble. Let's open a hotel room tonight, and Teacher Xu will teach you slowly."

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(End of chapter)