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Han Zhou hadn't really expected Mo Yixia to be of any help, but now he had to feel that bringing this guy here was a wise decision.
He didn't have to do anything now. He just had to watch Mo Yixia constantly playing the victim and putting pressure on Zhong Yin. In just a few words, she portrayed the two of them as a pair of siblings who had to depend on each other because their mother died early and their father disappeared a few years ago.
But when he heard this, he understood something.
Except for the fact that there is no brother-sister relationship, the other two points are consistent with his real situation. His mother died early, which can be learned at school, but not many people know that his father is missing. Therefore, Mo Yixia, or Jiang Baiqian, is very likely to have learned about his family situation in detail.
Mo Yixia was worthy of being someone who had studied psychology. Her decision to pretend to be his sister was not just a whim, but the right remedy. Her miserable life experience and the dependent brother-sister relationship actually hit Zhong Yin's soft spot, causing her attitude to gradually soften from the initial coldness.
Han Zhou was not idle either. He took this opportunity to explain what happened that day. Actually, there was nothing to explain. In short, he just put all the blame on Lin Anyu.
He had consulted Lin Anyu about this, and the latter was not dissatisfied at all. Instead, he said with satisfaction: "Not bad, not bad. They say that brothers are like limbs and women are like clothes. But when necessary, brothers can be the limbs of a centipede and women can be winter clothes. Han Zhou, you have grown up."
Han Zhou easily understood his subtext. He guessed what this guy was planning again. He was giving him a preventive measure in advance. Maybe within two days, he would make him the "centipede's limb".
Zhong Yin listened to his explanation with a cold face and asked, "You mean, the one who really wanted to chat up my sister was your friend, and you yourself had no intention of approaching her?"
She was obviously skeptical and turned to look at Zhong Ling, who nodded slightly, indicating that this was indeed the situation that day.
However, in fact, Han Zhou's behavior that day actually showed that he was trying to get close to her, such as pretending to go to the supermarket together to buy things, but Zhong Ling did not say these things, for fear that her sister would suddenly get angry again and destroy the atmosphere that had finally eased.
This isn't a big deal in the first place, there's no need to make such a big deal out of it.
"Looking at this woman's reaction, she seems to be quite disgusted by someone approaching her sister..."
Han Zhou secretly looked at Zhong Yin's expression and felt a little worried for a moment, not knowing how to answer.
If he really answered that he had no idea at all, it would seem too fake. It would be difficult if the other party just sent him away.
But if he answered that he was interested, the woman might get angry on the spot, and he would also lose the opportunity to continue to contact Zhong Ling.
When he was in trouble, his omnipotent sister Mo Yixia stepped in in time.
She suddenly said with some anticipation: "I do have an idea. My brother said that he brought me here not only to apologize to you, but also to clear up the misunderstanding and become your friend."
It would be wrong for Han Zhou to say this as it would seem deliberate, but it sounded much more natural coming from Mo Yixia's mouth. She is clearly a girl in the third year of high school, but her tone of voice suggests that she is still young, giving people a very sincere feeling. No one would suspect that she had ulterior motives.
Of course, there is nothing wrong with this sentence itself, it mainly depends on the identity of the speaker.
As Mo Yixia spoke, she took out a tissue and wiped the sweat off her neck, frowning slightly and pretending to be very hot.
Zhong Yin did not respond to her words, but he noticed this. Seeing that everyone was sweating, he hesitated for a moment and said, "It's too hot outside. Let's talk at our house."
After saying that, he said no more, turned around and left, and Zhong Ling quickly followed.
Han Zhou was stunned. After just a few words, not only did this woman's attitude become less bad, she even allowed us to go to her house. Isn't Mo Yixia too amazing?
Seeing that the two sisters in front of him didn't even turn their heads, he secretly winked at Mo Yixia, causing the latter to frown secretly.
Mo Yixia moved closer, her tone returned to her usual coldness, and she whispered, “Do I look like the original wife trying so hard to help her husband cheat?”
Han Zhou automatically ignored this sentence, but he could roughly guess what this guy was thinking: "Do you still suspect that I have some purpose for this girl, so you plan to help me 'hunt' and observe my 'hunting' process to infer my purpose for approaching you?"
Mo Yixia's eyes were calm and she didn't say anything.
Han Zhou smiled and said, "But there must be more than one reason. You actually want to help me, right? Thank you, my good sister∽"
He deliberately emphasized and prolonged the pronunciation of "sister", making it sound quite obscene.
"You're welcome, good brother."
Mo Yixia followed suit and even said "brother" in a coquettish way.
"..."
The air was briefly quiet.
"How disgusting." Mo Yixia said.
"really."
"But you're still a little disgusting."
"Don't be so modest, I just got goosebumps."
"..."
The two of them were a few steps behind the Zhongling sisters, and soon they arrived in front of a big door.
Zhong Ling's home is at the end of the alley. It is an old house with a small courtyard. The courtyard is not big. There is a gravel path from the gate to the house, and the rest is flat dirt ground. There is an area specially fenced off as a field, and plants seem to be planted in it.
Near the wall there grows a sturdy tree with lush branches and leaves. On the thick branches, a thin rope hangs in the air, connecting to the courtyard wall on the other side, where freshly washed clothes are hung to dry.
Han Zhou looked around and felt like he was walking into a small country courtyard.
The living room was not big, and the furnishings were quite simple. There was no sofa in the room, but there were quite a few stools. Zhong Yin first moved two stools in, then brought out two electric fans from the room, plugged them in and turned them on, and said, "There's only air conditioning in the bedroom, so just make do with it."
A girl’s bedroom cannot be entered casually. Han Zhou didn’t care, and Mo Yixia had no objection either.
To be honest, as the daughter of a wealthy family, Han Zhou has never seen any habits related to being spoiled in Mo Yisha. You know, Lin Anyu is a very particular person. For example, he only eats popsicles that cost more than five yuan, never wears cheap clothes, and even his underwear must be branded. It's not that he deliberately shows off, he just won't treat himself badly.
On the other hand, Mo Yixia, apart from the more expensive shoes on her feet, basically only wears her school uniform to run around. She usually takes the subway or taxis when she goes out. She is not picky about food except for fish. If she didn't say it, no one would think she is rich.
Zhong Ling picked up the cup from the table, opened her mouth slightly, and seemed to say something, but there was still no sound. However, Mo Yixia seemed to have heard it clearly and smiled, "Ice water is fine, thank you."
Zhong Ling was stunned for a moment, then quickly left with the cup.
Han Zhou was a little surprised, and quickly lowered his voice and asked, "Can you hear what she is saying?"
Mo Yixia said calmly: “I can’t hear it clearly, but as long as you pay attention to her lips, combined with the way she picked up the cup just now, you can roughly judge that she is asking us what kind of water we want to drink.”
Han Zhou was impressed and quickly wrote down this idea. He felt that it was a wise move to bring Mo Yixia here this time. He rolled his eyes and jokingly encouraged her, "Why don't you learn lip reading and be my translator in the future."
Mo Yixia glanced at him and said, "It's fine if you let your ex-wife help you hook up with a mistress once, but do you want me to watch you guys do something shameful every time?"
She still said shocking things, but Han Zhou was used to it.
Just at this moment, Zhong Yin came over and frowned, "What are you talking about? Dog?"
Han Zhou's heart tightened. Fortunately, this guy didn't hear clearly, otherwise he would have been hit with a spanner. He smiled and said, "Nothing, it's just that my sister thinks this yard is very suitable for raising a dog. She likes small animals very much."
Mo Yixia smiled sweetly and agreed, “Yes, yes, our family is small and we can’t keep a dog, so my brother has always been the one sleeping at the door and guarding the house.”
This guy...Han Zhou twitched his mouth.
Zhong Yin said, "I'm not good at raising animals. Xiao Ling has to go to school and doesn't have time to raise these things. Besides, there's nothing to steal at home, so we don't need a dog to guard the house."
Mo Yixia thought for a moment, and actually took the initiative to inquire about the information: "Is Sister Ling in college?"
"Yeah." Zhong Yin seemed a little proud when he said this, with a hint of tenderness in his eyes, "Xiao Ling is studying at Lincheng University, and she will be a sophomore at the beginning of the semester."
Lincheng University is a key university ranked among the best in the country, so it is normal for her to feel proud.
Han Zhou was stunned: "Lincheng University?"
Zhong Yin looked at him, his eyes were not as polite as when he looked at Mo Yixia, and he said indifferently: "Why, you haven't heard of it?"
"I just got admitted to Lincheng University, and my freshman year is starting..."
Han Zhou was so happy that he was grinning from ear to ear. Zhong Ling was actually studying at Lincheng University. Didn't that mean that if he established a good relationship with her, he wouldn't have to worry about where to get points during school?
Zhong Ling walked over quickly with a cup of water. She just heard these words and her mouth opened slightly, looking a little surprised.
Zhong Yin frowned slightly, blurting out his inner thoughts: "Just you?"
What do you mean by "just me"? Han Zhouxin said that it was more than that. He chose the school based on Guzheng. Otherwise, with his grades, he could have considered a better university.
Gu Zheng has been competing to be the number one, and in order to keep up with her, Han Zhou has naturally been working very hard, otherwise he would not have been able to stay in the second place forever.
Without relying on the status bar, he is a genuine academic master in himself. Now with the skill of "photographic memory", his future path to becoming an academic master will only be more solid, and it is not impossible for him to surpass Guzheng.
Mo Yixia frowned slightly, and quickly acted as a good sister to protect her brother, saying: "Don't look at my brother as stupid, but he is really good at studying, otherwise he wouldn't be a tutor for that smart and beautiful sister."
Han Zhou laughed angrily. This guy not only wanted to insult him all the time, but also wanted to praise himself.
Seeing that Mo Yixia seemed a little dissatisfied, Zhong Yin's expression eased a little and explained: "I don't mean anything else, I'm just a little surprised..."
Suddenly, she frowned, stared at Han Zhou and asked coldly: "Why are you staring at my sister's face?"
Han Zhou quickly withdrew his gaze, and of course he would not tell her that he was looking at your sister's lips.
Zhong Yin was silent for a moment, picked up the wrench on the table, and said, "Come with me."
Han Zhou stood up hesitantly and asked tentatively: "I can go with you, but why do you want to take the wrench?"
"Because I have to work."
Zhong Yin pushed open the door at the back of the house, and the scene behind the door made Han Zhou stunned for a moment, because there was actually a repair shop behind the house, facing a wide road, and vehicles could be seen passing from time to time.
Han Zhou was a little surprised: "Does your family run a repair shop?"
"Well, not much business."
Zhong Yin seemed reluctant to say more. He put on a pair of gloves and said, "Take off your sunglasses and show them to me."
Han Zhou took off his sunglasses, revealing the bruise on his left eye.
Zhong Yin looked at it for a moment and said, "I was originally planning to give you one thousand yuan as compensation, but now I don't want to give it to you anymore, so you can just punch me, and it will be like I gave you one thousand yuan, but don't hit me in the face, I'm afraid Xiao Ling will see it."
Han Zhou frowned slightly: "Is this why you called me here?"
"Correct."
"Why should I hit you?"
"Because I won't give you any money."
"If you don't give me money, should I beat you?" Han Zhou wondered what kind of logic this was, and said in confusion, "Besides, I never asked you to pay."
"That's perfect. Forget about the fight. Anyway, just consider it as me giving you a thousand dollars. If Xiaoling asks me about it, I'll tell you so. Don't let it slip."
Zhong Yin squatted down and continued to repair the unrepaired motorcycle.
Her attitude seemed very indifferent.
Han Zhou hesitated for a while, then suddenly asked, "The thing in your ear...is it a hearing aid?"
He had noticed that there was something in the other person's ear before and thought it was an earphone, but gradually he realized that this thing was not the same as an earphone, and no one would run around wearing earphones in this kind of weather.
Without even looking up, Zhong Yin said calmly, "My hearing is very poor."
"So that's why you were so angry that day?"
Zhong Yin did not comment and said, "You can't be Xiao Ling's friend. We will have no relationship after we leave today, so if you don't retaliate now, you won't have a chance next time."
"Why are you so..."
Han Zhou was about to ask a question when he saw a truck turn around and drive into the repair shop from the road. A voice in the driver's seat asked in a hoarse voice, "Boss, can you change the tire?"