Chapter 304

"Ah? I, I don't understand very well." He Lele looked at Li Yiquan again, but he had already finished his moves.

"It doesn't matter if you don't understand. Ask him to teach you hand-in-hand! Ni-zi, come over, teach your junior sister well! I'm going out for a stroll and will come back to check later."

"Uh... Auntie Zeng!"

"You have to call me Master when you're holding a sword!"

"Master Zeng, I..."

"Don't add the surname, I'm not a chef or a driver. Alright, you guys practice slowly!"

"Master!"

Just as He Lele wanted to follow, Li Yiquan's gentle and soothing voice came to her ears. "Don't want me to teach you?"

"I..."

"It's okay, I've already found you a good teacher." Li Yiquan smiled.

"Brother Yiquan!"

As soon as Li Yiquan finished speaking, a tall girl in a dark blue tracksuit walked into the activity room and greeted him. After an introduction, Li Yiquan put away his sword and sat by the wall, watching the two girls quietly.

"Are you... Brother Yiquan's girlfriend?" Zhu Zhu asked in a low voice while correcting He Lele's movements.

"... No, I—" He Lele didn't know how to explain.

"Ah... then you're his future girlfriend, understood, understood. Waist here, right, eyes look in the direction of the sword."

He Lele didn't know where to look at all. Fortunately, Zhu Zhu didn't continue to mention Li Yiquan after asking this, but taught very attentively. Before long, He Lele also calmed down, watched Zhu Zhu's movements carefully, and learned with heart.

Outside the activity room, Zeng Ceng Xiangyi looked through the window and found that it was Zhu Zhu, the daughter of an old colleague, teaching He Lele, while her son was just sitting on the side, looking thoughtful. What's wrong with this brat? He was given such a good opportunity to perform, and he didn't know how to use it?

Zeng Ceng Xiangyi returned to the activity room quietly and sat beside her son. "Why did Zhu Zhu run over?"

"I called her."

"What are you doing? Don't you like Lele? Such a good opportunity to perform."

Li Yiquan shook his head, looking at He Lele, who was learning sword attentively. "Pushing too hard will only make her want to escape."

"... So you are prepared to follow at this distance, following until she gets used to your existence, and even lowers her guard against you without knowing it?"

Li Yiquan didn't deny it, just watching the direction he was attached to quietly.

"Retreating to advance, paralyzing the opponent. You brat, how come you are so cautious and step-by-step even when falling in love."

"Because... no matter what the reason is, I don't want her to cry because of me again."

"You, you brat! I haven't seen you fall for a woman in so many years, and you're so deep in love the first time you do... be careful of getting hurt deeply too!" Although she scolded him as a brat every day, he was, after all, her precious son at the tip of her heart. Seeing Li Yiquan's deep love, Zeng Ceng Xiangyi couldn't help but worry.

Hearing his mother's worry, Li Yiquan took back his gaze, smiled at Zeng Ceng Xiangyi, and embraced her shoulder. His handsome face was like jade, exceptionally handsome. "No confidence in me?"

"... Brat!" At her age, she was almost electrified by her own son. Zeng Ceng Xiangyi glared at Li Yiquan irritably and got up to walk toward He Lele.

At noon, Zeng Ceng Xiangyi naturally invited He Lele to eat together again. He Lele glanced at Li Yiquan and politely declined Zeng Ceng Xiangyi's invitation. Zeng Ceng Xiangyi wanted to insist but was persuaded by Li Yiquan, so she had to give up.

"Then do you have anything to do this afternoon? Let's go shopping again? It's almost winter, I want to pick two coats for this brat." Zeng Ceng Xiangyi raised the invitation again.

"Auntie Zeng, I..."

"Between people and people..."

"Sorry, I have to answer a call." He Lele took out her phone. Seeing it was an unfamiliar phone number, her body actually shivered reflexively, and it took her two seconds to react to why she had such a reaction.

Shen, Producer Shentu Mo?

Should she answer? He, he...

"What's wrong?" Seeing He Lele's face change, Li Yiquan glanced at the phone screen in her hand and asked softly.

Glancing at Li Yiquan quickly, He Lele forced herself to calm down as soon as possible. When she looked at the number again, her heart stirred slightly—it didn't seem to be Producer Shentu Mo's number.

"Hello, hello? This is He Lele."

"Miss He, hello. Long time no see, this is Wu Ming, Ruan Lin's manager. Do you remember?"

Author's Note:

From now on... I won't say any more bold words... No wonder I gain weight even if I don't eat anything; eating one's words and getting fat, the ancients truly didn't deceive me!

Accepting criticism...