Chapter 1422

"Introducing someone is no problem!" Zhou Andong said with a smile: "Our group has plenty of young talents, I guarantee I'll find you a man with a good personality, honest and reliable, and capable."

"It's a deal." Sun Xiaohui said seriously: "You can't fool me and get my hopes up for nothing."

At this moment, the attendant brought the Kung Pao diced meat.

"Don't worry!" Zhou Andong pushed the dish toward Sun Xiaohui: "I never fool people."

Sun Xiaohui picked up her chopsticks and looked at Zhou Andong with a half-smile.

"When do you not fool people?"

After all, they were high school classmates, and she often followed Zhou Andong's news, so in Sun Xiaohui's heart, Zhou Andong was a big deceiver.

Zhou Andong gave a dry laugh and changed the subject: "Want to drink something?"

Sun Xiaohui shook her head: "I have things to do, let's drink when there's a chance later."

Zhou Andong didn't force it and called the attendant to order two bottles of black tea.

"If we're not drinking alcohol, we'll drink beverages."

Zhou Andong unscrewed a bottle and handed it to Sun Xiaohui.

"Thanks!" Sun Xiaohui took it and thanked him: "How are things with your current partner? When are you getting married?"

Zhou Andong put a piece of diced meat into his mouth: "We have already registered, but we haven't held the wedding yet."

"That fast?"

Sun Xiaohui blinked. As far as she knew, how long had it been since Zhou Andong divorced? Getting married so soon?

Her inner fire of gossip was burning brightly. Why did Zhou Andong divorce, and how did he trick this second wife into his hands?

She really wanted to know, but this was Zhou Andong's privacy. Not to mention a classmate she hadn't seen in many years, even if they were good friends, she couldn't ask.

Looking at Sun Xiaohui's eyes, Zhou Andong knew what this woman was thinking.

To him, there was nothing to hide about this, and nothing shameful either.

He divorced Jiang Yuping and fell in love with Jian Qiu; the old employees of the distillery all knew.

"My ex-wife was corrupted by capitalist imperialism and yearned for Western democracy and freedom, so she chose to divorce and go to the United States to breathe the air of freedom.

As for my current wife, we are colleagues. I used to read newspapers on the distillery broadcast, and she was the union director; we didn't have much contact then.

Later, when I became the factory director, we had more contact at work, and naturally, we developed feelings."

Sun Xiaohui laughed inexplicably: "Do you know that many people say you are fickle and abandon your wife?

That you abandoned your wife of humble beginnings once you became factory director and found a more beautiful woman.

Some even say your current wife is a third party."

Zhou Andong asked curiously: "What do you think?"

"Me!" Sun Xiaohui laughed again: "I also followed along and scolded you for several days, calling you a degenerate and scum."

Zhou Andong rolled his eyes at her and said unhappily: "On New Year's Day in 1992, the distillery held a New Year's party, and that was also the day I got divorced; I wasn't even factory director yet."

Sun Xiaohui was still laughing, looking very hateful: "Then you're still scum, finding a new love just days after divorcing."

Zhou Andong snorted: "You single dog with no men chasing you, what do you know?

Being able to have a woman who doesn't care that I'm a divorced man, doesn't care about my family, and treats me wholeheartedly, willing to marry me.

Of course I have to seize it. What if I hesitate and she gets snatched away by someone else? By then, crying to death wouldn't help."

Sun Xiaohui widened her eyes and asked fiercely: "What does 'single dog' mean? Are you scolding me?"

Zhou Andong laughed out loud: "Very smart."

"Is it hard to guess?" Sun Xiaohui rolled her eyes: "Do you think I'm an idiot?"

Zhou Andong laughed even more happily: "Dogs bark 'wang wang', so a single dog is a single person."

"You're the dog."

Sun Xiaohui grabbed the napkin in front of her and threw it at Zhou Andong.

"However, what you said is indeed very true. When you meet someone good, you must seize it; if you miss it, then you really miss it."

"Hmm?" Zhou Andong became interested: "Listening to you, there's a story here, tell me quickly."

"Not telling!"

Sun Xiaohui picked up a piece of wood ear mushroom and bit it hard.

"When you hold the wedding, you must tell me."

"Don't worry!" Zhou Andong took a sip of iced black tea: "I won't let anyone run away, especially not you. Since you're taking me for a meal today, I'll definitely make it back in the gift money."

"Look at this capitalist face of yours." Sun Xiaohui mocked: "Every word reeks of money, isn't it vulgar?"

Zhou Andong held his chopsticks and gestured rhythmically in the air.

Who created the banknotes, you reign supreme in the world.

Some sell their children for you, some go to jail for you.

Sheet after sheet of banknotes, pair after pair of shackles.

Banknotes, everyone cannot live without you.

Money, you are a bloodless knife that kills.

Zhou Andong sang softly, and Sun Xiaohui listened with a smile on her face.

"How come I didn't discover you had a talent for singing?"

Zhou Andong put down his chopsticks: "You're not like you, with such a big face, tone-deaf, yet daring to go on stage to sing."

"You're talking nonsense." Sun Xiaohui was anxious and raised her hand to hit him.

Zhou Andong laughed out loud and raised his hands in surrender: "Don't hit, don't hit, I'm talking nonsense, okay?"

Even now, when Sun Xiaohui thought about graduation day, because she was too emotional and ran onto the stage to sing regardless of everything, her face still felt a bit hot.

But she didn't regret it. Whether the singing was good or bad, whether she was off-key or not, she believed.

On that graduation day, the scene of her singing would be permanently stored in the memories of all her classmates.

Sun Xiaohui also laughed along, but soon she fell silent.

"What's wrong?" Zhou Andong asked strangely.

Sun Xiaohui put down her chopsticks: "Do you remember Chen Jingfei?"

"Of course I remember." Zhou Andong nodded: "She transferred here in her second year of high school.

It was said her parents were state cadres; not only was she beautiful, but she also dressed very stylishly.

She could sing, dance, play the piano, spoke softly, and was gentle to everyone; the boys in our class all had a crush on her.

But she disappeared after the exams, and she didn't attend our class graduation party.

At the time, the boys in our class were very disappointed; we asked the teacher, but the teacher didn't say anything."

"Right!" Zhou Andong looked at Sun Xiaohui: "I remember you were very close to her and often played together."

Sun Xiaohui said with a somewhat sad voice: "She passed away."

"Ah?" Zhou Andong was very surprised: "What happened?"

"Leukemia!" Sun Xiaohui said: "Actually, she was diagnosed before the exams.

But at that time, she smiled happily every day, and even I didn't see that she was already suffering from a terminal illness.

After the exams, she suddenly disappeared, and I was sad for a long time.

In my junior year, I received a letter from her, but by then, she was already gone; the letter was sent to me by her mother..."

The two were talking when an untimely voice sounded beside them.

"Zhou Andong!"

Zhou Andong frowned, looked up, and smiled: "What a coincidence, former brother-in-law."