Is he teasing me

Chapter 235 Auntie, are you crying?

When they arrived at the hospital, it was too early to make an appointment with Geng Jun, so Zhang Moyan first accompanied Ms. Meng to visit her ex-father-in-law.

I saw the door of Xiao Guotao's ward open from afar, and when I approached, I found that there were already guests inside, and there were quite a few of them. At a glance, there were more than a dozen people. Some organization or association should have organized a group to visit the national treasure-level intangible cultural heritage master. The people who came were all well-dressed middle-aged and elderly intellectuals, half men and half women, sitting on sofas and chairs scattered all over the place. Zhou Xia was not there, and Xiao Weizhou was not seen either.

"There are so many people, should we go in now?" The chairman of the dignified Shiyue Group shrank behind Zhang Moyan like a rabbit, poking his head timidly.

"Go in," Zhang Moyan thought in a strange way, "the more people there are, the less nervous you will be?"

Meng Xiaoya shrank her neck, thinking to herself that her nervousness had already reached the level that could be seen by others.

Zhang Moyan knocked on the door three times, but no one heard the conversation in the ward, so Zhang Moyan dragged Meng Xiaoya straight in.

Several elders were discussing something, and everyone was listening intently, not aware of their entry at all. Only Xiao Guotao, who was lying east to west, had a good view of the entrance. When he saw the two women who came in, he was slightly surprised Different, hold back a smile.

Zhang Moyan and Meng Xiaoya felt chills on their backs and stopped at the same time, but fortunately, Xiao Guotao didn't say anything, just watched them for a few seconds, then remained calm as if nothing happened, and continued to listen to people's high-spirited talk.

This...at least it's not driving away customers, Zhang Moyan thinks.

Zhang Moyan led Meng Xiaoya, who had stiff limbs, to find a seat in the corner and sat down. He placed the gifts brought by the two on the table at one side, and accompanied the last seat.

After listening for a while, Zhang Moyan gradually understood the truth. It turned out that these visitors were experts and scholars. The topic they were discussing was how to identify the authenticity of antiques from the bubbles of ancient porcelain.Although Zhang Moyan is a layman, the knowledge of antique appraisal is both refined and popular, and it is very interesting to listen to it.

It's just that Ms. Meng seems to have no interest at all. I don't know if she is too nervous. She keeps looking around, restless.

"Brother Weizhou!" Suddenly an uncle sitting facing the door yelled, and everyone stopped and looked at the door together.

Zhang Moyan, who was seated next to Meng Xiaoya, suddenly felt a tremor in his side.

Wearing a white shirt and beige trousers, the tall and straight Xiao Weizhou walked in with a piece of A4 paper in his hand. When he saw a room full of people coming, he smiled and said, "Oh, you are all here. welcome!"

Many people stood up and stood in front of Zhang Moyan and Meng Xiaoya like a forest.

Someone asked Xiao Weizhou: "What happened to Boss Xiao, if you have any troubles, just ask, we can help here in Shenhai!"

Xiao Weizhou said politely and modestly: "No, no, it's not a trouble. It's just that the test report for my dad was missing a page. I went to ask the nurse's desk, and it turned out that it was sent to the next ward."

"Isn't this the International Hospital?" A woman's voice came out sharply, "Why is there such a problem? Which link is wrong, find out and complain to them!"

Xiao Weizhou laughed it off: "It's just a small mistake, how can anyone not make mistakes in their work?"

Some people disagreed, and went online: "This hospital charges such a high fee, so there shouldn't be such a low-level mistake. Since the price is high, the service level must be proportional."

Xiao Weizhou patted the person who spoke: "Old Li, the one who got the list wrong is a young intern girl, who is about the same age as your daughter, and she was so scared that she was crying just now! Comparing my heart, what if she is your daughter? Give it to the little girl A chance! They have apologized."

The old Li was stunned, Xiao Weizhou gently pressed him to sit down, and waved his arms in all directions: "Don't stand there, everyone, sit down quickly, what were you talking about just now? I think it's very lively, you continue what!"

Everyone gradually took their seats again under his greeting, Xiao Weizhou also pulled a stool and sat down where he stood.

He didn't seem to see Meng Xiaoya at all.

Zhang Moyan faintly began to beat a drum in his heart.

The interrupted topic was reconnected, and more than a dozen experts and scholars present expressed their opinions, presenting facts, reasoning, and giving examples, from how many times the magnifying glass is best to use, to discussing whether the bubbles float or sink in the glaze. The atmosphere is getting more and more enthusiastic. So many senior people in the industry gather together. If you are a collector, you will definitely feel that you will benefit a lot.

But Zhang Moyan was in no mood to listen anymore, and her attention was all on Ms. Meng beside her.

At first, Ms. Meng stretched her neck and looked at Xiao Weizhou with shining eyes, but as time went on, she found that Xiao Weizhou only cared about the people who were talking, and occasionally participated in the discussion, and never looked at them once. Chairman Meng's demeanor, which was waiting to see through, gradually turned dejected and aggrieved, and at this moment, his face was ugly and his eyes were red.

"Auntie, are you crying?"

Seeing big tears rolling down Meng Xiaoya's smooth and tight but blushing face, Zhang Moyan uttered aloud naturally.

But as soon as the voice came out, she regretted it. Sure enough, Meng Xiaoya was stunned for a moment, standing up like a bubble that had been punctured.

The people who talked and talked suddenly fell silent, Xiao Weizhou turned around, his eyes flickered: "Yaya?"

In the next second, Ms. Meng ran out quickly, clutching her bag and not looking back.

"Auntie...!" Zhang Moyan reflexively followed.

Meng Xiaoya walked very fast, and Zhang Moyan trotted to catch up with her with difficulty, and grabbed her: "I'm sorry, Auntie, I shouldn't talk nonsense, don't go!"

"It has nothing to do with you..." Meng Xiaoya murmured and wiped her nose with the back of her hand.

Xiao Weizhou quickly caught up with them in the corridor, panting but could not hide his joy: "Yaya, when did you come?"

Meng Xiaoya turned her head, determined not to meet the man who spoke.

Zhang Moyan took the words: "We've been here for a long time, and we're just sitting in the room, Mr. Xiao, you didn't even see us."

Xiao Weizhou wiped his forehead and said apologetically, "I'm really sorry, there were too many people just now, so I didn't pay attention for a while..."

"People with a little bit of aesthetic ability should have noticed me for so long!" Ms. Meng blurted out, she is so well-dressed today, isn't it enough to be recognized in the crowd at a glance? !

At the end of Xiao Weizhou's speech, she didn't know what to say for a while, and Ms. Meng felt that she seemed to have exposed her thoughts from putting on makeup, and she became even more angry, and she flinched away from Zhang Moyan delicately and wanted to leave.

"Yaya," Xiao Weizhou, who has always been upright and reserved, called her, explaining in a panic, "There are so many lesbians in the room... You know me, and I don't pay much attention to it. But I didn't expect you today I'll come... sorry..."

Xiao Weizhou stumbled a few words like squeezing toothpaste, and he almost rubbed his hands.

But the effect was still there. Ms. Meng stopped in her tracks, turned half of her face, and condemned with sobs: "You are always so good to others, but you are the worst to me!"

Xiao Weizhou seemed to have been greatly wronged: "...how do you say that, I don't have one..."

"You were so warm to others just now, and you even protected the little nurse who was intern!"

Ms. Meng's nose was as red as a radish, and anyone looked at her watery eyes would feel pity.

Xiao Weizhou was stunned for a while, but then laughed: "You said that!"

He stepped forward, and Zhang Moyan suddenly noticed that Mr. Xiao's posture was also very personable, vaguely resembling Xiao Xingyu.

"Ya Ya," Xiao Weizhou fixed his eyes on Ms. Meng with red eyes, and said in a gentle voice, "I haven't seen you for many years. Now that I'm here, why don't we have lunch together?"

Ms. Meng moved, and her reaction was a bit slow. After a while, she looked down at her watch and said coldly, "It's only a quarter past ten. What lunch are you having?"

Xiao Weizhou seemed to choke, but his eyes were still on Ms. Meng, and he pursed his lips: "...Then, let's have a cup of coffee first."

Ms. Meng raised her head and looked suspiciously at Xiao Weizhou with wet eyelashes: "Don't you drink tea instead of coffee?"

Xiao Weizhou was actually a little shy when asked, and smiled slightly: "Oh... coffee shops usually sell tea, right?"

"...What about those people in the ward, don't you care?"

"Oh, they're here to see Dad."

……

Zhang Moyan silently and voluntarily withdrew from the place at that time. She didn't think that the situation required her light bulb to be there, and besides, her appointment time for consultation was almost up.

(End of this chapter)