Hey Sir, We've Divorced

In the past, an Qingrong wouldn't talk about his personal problems with an Lu. For a time, an Lu thought that an Qingrong didn't care at all.

But today, first an an mentioned his personal problems in front of Mu Shaoyu, and then an Qingrong came to talk about Anlu's personal problems. It was obviously an appointment.

So when they were together this afternoon, they had already talked about their personal problems? Because of the rumors about Mu Shaoyu on the Internet, or because of what Ann said?

An Qingrong sighed, "you're such a big person. It's reasonable that your mother shouldn't ask about your affairs, but ah Lu, your mother is getting older and older, and she's more and more worried about you. She's afraid that you'll be alone in the future. I hope someone can accompany you, take care of you and help you share."

Anlu smiled helplessly, "Mom, good, why did you suddenly think of this?"

An Qingrong stared at him, "it's not a sudden thought. I just think you can solve your problem, but you haven't been moving for so many years. My mother is actually worried, but it's not good how to talk to you."

Anlu looked at her with a smile, "looking for someone to love and marry is not to let her take care of me and help me share my troubles and pain, but to get married because of love. If you can't meet the person you like, why do you have to get married to make do with finding someone, wronging yourself and hurting others."

Ann's eyebrows wrinkled slightly and soon returned to normal. She looked like gossip and asked, "brother, what kind of girl do you like? I don't think I've ever heard of you! "

Anlu glanced at her and looked at an Qingrong again. "Mom, shall we talk about this later? Don't you think I have a sense of propriety? I'm sure I know how to deal with this. We're not in a hurry, okay? "

He rarely lowered his voice with a hint of supplication, which moved an Qingrong. An Qingrong compromised, "well, just keep it in your heart, and don't think about what fate to wait for. Fate is not waiting for, but to strive for."

Anlu nodded obediently, "I know."

Mu Shaoyu cut in at the right time, smiled and said, "aunt Rong, don't worry about ah Lu. There are many girls who like him. If he wants to get married, he can get one back for you tomorrow, but what he said just now is right. Marriage is a big thing and can't be casual. In this way, it won't hurt other girls, right?"

An Qingrong had something in her heart. When she looked at Mu Shaoyu's eyes, there was a hint of examination. She maintained a gentle smile. "Yes, marriage can't be forced."

They soon turned the topic to other places. Anlu looked as usual and asked about the business of an Qingrong's store today.

After dinner, Mu Shaoyu sat for half an hour and left. Anlu returned to his room and came out after taking a bath. After a while, an Qingrong knocked on the door and came in.

"I cooked some sweet soup. Drink some before you go to bed!" An Qingrong puts things on the small table.

Anlu sat down and tasted, "it's delicious."

An Qingrong sat down opposite him and looked at him gently, "ah Lu, let's talk!"

Anlu looked up at her and said with a smile, "OK! Mom, what do you want to say? "

An Qingrong hesitated and said, "ah Lu, you are close to Shaoyu. Do you think there is something wrong with Shaoyu?"

She asked a little directly. She probably thought Anlu was smart. What she said in a roundabout way was meaningless. She might as well open up and talk directly.

Anlu slowly drank a bowl of sweet soup, took a paper towel, wiped the corners of his mouth, smiled and looked at an Qingrong, "Mom, what do you suspect? Worried about my improper relationship with him? "

An Qingrong's expression was a little embarrassed and stammered. "No, no, I just think it's abnormal for Shaoyu to mix with you all day without making girlfriends at his age."

Anlu leaned back, relaxed, gently rubbed the fingers of his left hand with the fingers of his right hand, and said in a slow voice: "some people think they should fall in love and get married when they are old, but some people don't think it's necessary to do anything at any age because of the secular definition. I am like this, and so is Shaoyu. It's precisely because I share the same interests with him, That's why we came together. "

An Qingrong was skeptical, "but those online posts, Shaoyu's teacher Bai Bai, are you gay? He is close to Bai Bai, so it's inevitable that he won't be infected with some habits in that regard. He treats you... "

Later, she can't go on. As a mother, she can talk about feelings with her daughter. She can let her talk about feelings with her son and feel embarrassed, especially asking about her son and another man.

Anlu smiled slowly. "Mom, you don't believe Shaoyu. Should you believe me? Don't worry, I don't have that hobby. I'm not interested in men. I want to marry a smart and beautiful wife! "

An Qingrong showed a pleased expression, but his tone was still a little suspicious, "really?"

Anlu affirmed, "really!"

Most of an Qingrong's doubts were dispelled, "that's good, that's good, ah Lu, mom knows you won't go astray."

Anlu smiled and wanted to fall in love with a man. It's not a wrong way. It's just that his sexual orientation is different. There's no way to control it.

A little romantic is that the person I like happens to be the same sex as me, that's all!

After talking with Anlu, an Qingrong got Anlu's guarantee and felt comfortable. She thought about it and said, "what do you think of your father?"

Anlu asked quietly, "what are you talking about?"

An Qingrong looked at him straightly, "Lu family, you don't want to go back. Ah Lu, what doesn't belong to you, you can't force it!"

Anlu smiled with deep meaning. "Haven't you ever thought about fighting for it?"

Ann Qingrong pursed her lips, "no! I've won, and I don't want what I can't win. Now, it's better to be safe than anything. "

Anlu retorted disapprovingly, "but I don't think so! I think you have been cheated by him, so you have become like this. What should be yours should be yours. Even if you don't want it, don't you think you want to fight for anything for me? "

An Qingrong choked. Anlu's expression was calm, as if she was telling the problem calmly, but she faintly felt a trace of resentment in his words, complaining that she had not won everything he deserved for her.

They didn't speak for a while. An Qingrong stood up and took up the bowl. "Ah Lu, it's getting late. You go to bed early."