Chapter 392 Song Yao: Are you Teddy? Boom~boom~ There was a knock on the door. Xu Qingzhou went to open the door in slippers, and School Beauty Song appeared at the door. Unlike Xu Qingzhou who was sloppy, Song Yao was wearing a T-shirt and jeans, and had a nice hairstyle. "Dad, Song Yao is here." Xu Qingzhou shouted towards the study. Xu Shouyun also heard the noise outside the house, walked out, and greeted with a smile: "Xiaoyao, sit down, there is fruit on the table." "Thank you, Uncle Xu." Song Yao was pulled by Xu Qingzhou to sit down. She looked around and asked, "Where is Aunt Wang?" "My mom, she's playing mahjong at this time, so she should be buying groceries as well." Xu Qingzhou glanced at the time. If it was just him and Lao Xu at home, Ms. Wang might really be so caught up in playing mahjong that she would forget that there were two people waiting to be fed. But today was different, as her future daughter-in-law came to eat. Xu Shouyun looked at the two young men opposite him, feeling a little dazed. In a blink of an eye, his son was already 21 years old. "I heard your dad is on a business trip again?"
Song Yao nodded: "Yes, I'm going to Miancheng to deal with some things. I won't be back for a few days." "Old Song and his colleagues are very busy with their work." Xu Shouyun sighed. "Dad, how was your catch the last time you and Uncle Song went fishing?" "good." The three of them chatted intermittently. Xu Qingzhou held Song Yao's small hand, which was soft and comfortable to touch. Song Yao turned around and warned Xu Qingzhou not to touch her, but this guy looked like a dead pig that was not afraid of boiling water. Xu Shouyun noticed his son's little action, and without disturbing the two young people, he said, "You sit down first," and got up and went back to the study. Song Yao glared: "Xu Qingzhou!" "What's wrong?" Xu Qingzhou looked at Song Yao innocently. "." Boom~boom~ At this moment, there were knocks on the door. "Ms. Wang is back." Xu Qingzhou ran over to open the door. Wang Xiaping came in carrying a bunch of vegetables. Her eyes fell on Song Yao and she immediately smiled: "Xiaoyao is here." "Aunt Wang." Song Yao, who had been angry before, had changed her expression. She shouted coquettishly and took the dish from Wang Xiaping's hand. Xu Qingzhou secretly gave a thumbs up, the Sichuan Opera face-changing master. Wang Xiaping's smile deepened. She turned to look at Xu Qingzhou and said with disdain, "All you do is eat for free all day long. You can't even help carry the dishes. Look at Xiaoyao." Xu Qingzhou shrugged, already used to Ms. Wang's pulling and stepping, and closed the door.
On this side, Song Yao and Wang Xiaping carried the dishes into the kitchen and sat in the living room again. Xu Qingzhou took the orange, cut off a slice and put it into Song Yao's mouth. Seeing her frown, he smiled and said, "Is it a little sour? I just ate a piece and it was so sour that tears came out." "." Song Yao frowned and her eyes darkened. She thought to herself that this was in front of Xu Qingzhou's parents and she couldn't do anything. "Why are you so rude!" Wang Xiaping couldn't stand it anymore and slapped Xu Qingzhou on the thigh. She turned to Song Yao and said, "This kid can't even weigh an orange. He only buys sour ones." "I tasted it then. It was sweet." "Of course what others give you to taste is sweet." Wang Xiaping shook her head, and seeing that it was a little late, she prepared to cook. "Auntie, let me help you." "No need. Let this brat accompany you." Wang Xiaping was reluctant to let Song Yao enter the kitchen. She was dressed neatly and beautifully, and it would be bad for her to be exposed to kitchen fumes. Bah, pretending. Xu Qingzhou secretly complained, don’t think you are pretending to be weak and cute, because the one who often threatens people with clenched fists is not you. Wang Xiaping went into the kitchen. Xu Qingzhou stretched out his hand and said, "Spit it out." Song Yao shook her head and swallowed the sour orange with a bitter face. Anyway, she had already made a note of it. When she returned home in the evening, hehe "you" Xu Qingzhou felt that there was something a little dangerous in School Beauty Song's gaze. "What's wrong with me?" Song Yao narrowed her eyes and looked at her boyfriend who deserved a beating, and her voice came out through gritted teeth. "You are getting more and more beautiful." "嘁~" Xu Qingzhou pulled Song Yao back to the bedroom and closed the door behind him. Song Yao curled her lips and said, "Close the door and do something else." "So as not to expose someone's violent nature." Xu Qingzhou pulled Song Yao to sit on his lap. Song Yao wanted to give this man a headbutt, but she held back. She put her arm around Xu Qingzhou's neck and said softly, "Don't worry, I won't do it at home." "." "Why don't you just take action?" Xu Qingzhou sighed. Compared to death, the process of waiting to die is more painful. Song Yao snorted and ignored him. She turned her head, leaned back, and looked at the scenery outside against Xu Qingzhou. There was actually nothing interesting to see, just bushes. Xu Qingzhou smiled, also hugged Song Yao, and his eyes drifted away. Song Yao whispered, "Jiahui and the others will be back on the 15th. Let's have dinner together then."
"We have to see each other again. The next time I come back, it will probably be during the Chinese New Year." Xu Qingzhou sniffed Song Yao's neck. The burning breath hitting her skin made Song Yao shrink her head. She glanced at the piles of manuscripts on the table and asked, "How is your Reich measurement?" "No, there's no point." Xu Qingzhou sighed. After fighting for a week, he felt that it was time to let go. The Reich metric itself is not a widely known or standardized mathematical concept. It essentially follows Atiyah's proof framework and also moves in the direction of constant derivation. "It is respectable to a certain extent that an old man in his eighties can have such an idea. As we age, our energy and brainpower can no longer keep up, which is why some people often lament that mathematics is a game for young people." "Then you..." Song Yao paused and moved uneasily. Her ears were a little red, as if she was poked by Xu Qingzhou. "Xu Qingzhou." "Hmm?" Xu Qingzhou closed his eyes and smelled the familiar scent of the girl's hair. "Are you Teddy?" "." "Get out of the way. I'm going out." Song Yao felt that she couldn't stay there any longer. If she stayed in this guy's bedroom for too long, people might misunderstand that the two of them were doing something weird in there. "Hold me for a while longer, hiss~" Song Yao gave this guy a claw and strode out of the house. In broad daylight, he was still here. Xu Qingzhou came out after a while. Song Yao had already gone to the kitchen to help Wang Xiaping cook. She could vaguely hear the two of them talking. He sighed, sat on the sofa and turned on the TV. Not long after, the sound of cooking was heard in the kitchen and Song Yao also came out of the kitchen. While Xu Qingzhou was changing channels and looking for a TV show to watch, he asked about the main business: "Did you communicate smoothly with Professor Morton this morning?" Song Yao's mentor, Professor Lucille Morton, is currently working on a project on financial investment and valuation. Focus on the knowledge behind financial investment, including using tools such as the discounted cash flow model to value Miracle Life, analyzing the hidden information in Apple's financial report, and understanding financial technology and government-enterprise cooperation. Song Yao nodded, "Yes, the professor praised me many times." "How about looking at the information? No obstacles?" Song Yao always felt that this guy had other intentions. "I will look up the words I don't know in the dictionary myself." Xu Qingzhou's eyes lit up, and he leaned closer to Song Yao, lowered his voice, and said, "It's so troublesome to look up a dictionary, so let's go to a hotel tonight and Teacher Xu will teach you slowly." "?" (End of this chapter)