In the eyes of many people, writing has become idle and a vagrant. Zhou Kun does not want to explain it. He firmly believes that every job has the necessity of its existence and that every job will be done.

He no longer wanted to continue talking to his mother because the remaining topics were girlfriends and finding a job, and none of these two were interested in him.

Put down the bowls and chopsticks and wipe your mouth, stood up from the chair: "Mom, I'm full, go to work first, wait for breakfast later." After that, he turned around and walked into the studio without looking back, and closed the door casually.

The mother turned her head and looked at the studio door and muttered quietly.

Zhou Kun returned to the room and kept thinking about this issue. He wanted to get some good solutions through communication with his mother. As long as this matter can be solved first, what is left of Li Shihan's mother is a trivial matter. Unfortunately, the mother did not give any substantive opinions from beginning to end.

It seems that I can only rely on myself.

The next day, she took her mother and Fan Xiaomei and the others to go out for a trip. While playing, she didn't know where Wang Xiao came out. She ran over with a smile on her face: "Hi, aunt, uncle, aunt, Xiaomei." She greeted each other.

Zhou Kun glared at his mother with two eyes.

My mother rolled her eyes and pulled Wang Xiao and walked forward.

Fan Xiaomei leaned against Zhou Kun and asked in a low voice: "Brother, what's going on?"

"Haha, your aunt is interested in her." Zhou Kun replied with a wry smile.

"ah?"

Fan Xiaomei's exclamation made the people walking in front turn around in an instant.

"It's okay, it's okay." Fan Xiaomei hurriedly explained.

"How can my aunt know her?"

"Blame me."

"You introduced it?"

"That's right."

"Then...what are you going to do?"

"I just need to know."

During the trip, my mother kept talking and laughing with Wang Xiao, but it was so lively. Zhou Kun followed behind him like a moving wood. He watched him when they played, and he watched him when they ate. In short, no matter what they did, he would always stand with an expression and watch not far away.

Wang Xiao walked up to him with a drink and handed it over: "Brother Kun, you don't have to treat me like this, right?" He said half-jokingly, "When I see me, I have such a despairing expression."

Zhou Kun raised his eyebrows: "Is my mother asked you out today?"

"Yes, my aunt called me and said she wanted me to take her around and I came. I didn't know you were all there." Wang Xiao answered very seriously, "Shouldn't I come?" asked back.

Zhou Kun took a deep breath, but no answer.

"Let's have a drink, I will explain it to my aunt clearly about our affairs." Wang Xiao's last sentence made Zhou Kun's eyes lit up, as if he saw the dawn of hope.

Then I thought, would I wait until now if Wang Xiao wanted to say something? Why didn’t she say yesterday’s lunch? Could there be any problem here?

Zhou Kun took the drink and took a sip: "You really want to say it?" asked with his eyes narrowed.

Wang Xiao nodded firmly: "Yes, I won't lie to you, but I do like you, and I will pursue you too. But I don't want to rely on your mother to coerce you to be with me. Such love is not true." He gave a positive answer.

"Thank you for thinking this way, but my mother can coerce me to do anything, but love doesn't count."

"Xiaoxiao, Xiaoxiao, come here to eat, hurry up." The mother kept waving her hands and shouting.

"Come on, aunt."

Wang Xiao answered and ran out.

Everyone was tired after playing for a day. Fan Xiaomei took her uncle and aunt back to her place, but chose to live at Zhou Kun's house. One reason was that it was very close to the city and it was more convenient to take the bus or the subway. Another reason was that Fan Xiaomei didn't want to give Zhou Kun's mother a chance to chat with Wang Xiao alone, which was also a big help.

When I got home, I saw that Zhou Kun was a little overwhelmed. The bedroom could be lived in by my aunt and mother. What about uncle and Fan Xiaomei? I can’t live in my studio.

"Brother, do you think this is OK? My aunt and mother live in the bedroom, my dad live on the sofa in the living room, and you are still in the studio. This will not disturb you from work and you can have a place to rest." Fan Xiaomei stood up and expressed her thoughts.

This statement was agreed upon by everyone.

But the bed in my bedroom is not that big, so the three of them can only squeeze.

Everyone was asleep at night. From time to time, my uncle's snoring came from the living room, so Zhou Kun couldn't calm down. He wrote and deleted it, and wrote it over and over again. It took him a long time to complete the task of the day.

He looked up and looked at it was already twelve to forty in the middle of the night. He slid back his chair and stretched his waist, turned off the computer and lay on the bed.

I took out my phone and looked at the screen for a while. I wanted to send a message to Li Shihan, but I was afraid of disturbing her at this time, so I fell asleep in a state of confusion.

The next day was another tired and unhappy day, but fortunately, Wang Xiao did not come much to relieve some of the pain.

Time passed day by day. Seeing that they were about to return to their hometown, Zhou Kun had already booked high-speed rail tickets for them early in advance to make his already shriveled wallet flatter.

Dongdongdongdongdongdong!

Someone knocked on the door, and Zhou Kun felt a little sad.

Fan Xiaomei walked over to open the door, and sure enough, Wang Xiao walked in with his things.

"Auntie is going back so soon?"

"Well, I've been out for a lot of days. Your uncle may not eat anything at home alone." The mother replied half-jokingly.

"It's a blessing for uncle to marry you."

"Hahaha......"

"Will I drive you there? I'm going to pick you up at the train station, too."

My mother was stunned for a moment, then readily agreed.

The driver could only sit five people, and his mother, uncle and aunt combined with only three people. Including Wang Xiao, there was only one last position left. Of course, Zhou Kun would give this "good position" to Fan Xiaomei: "Xiaomei, please go with me. Then you just do the subway from the train station to return to the company. I have some problems with the book here and I can't get over it." He said while winking at her.

"Okay, no problem, you can create at home with peace of mind, I'll send them to you." Fan Xiaomei replied with understanding.

"What does it mean? You won't go to send us?" the mother glared at Zhou Kun and asked.

"There can only be five people sitting in the car, so it's hard for me to sit. It just so happens that I can't get over it if I have something to do." Zhou Kun explained.

"Don't make me feel sad, I don't know what you are thinking about." My mother cursed when she disagrees, "Wang Xiao came to see us off so far, but you didn't go anymore. What are you doing? Can you understand something?" She pulled Zhou Kun aside and scolded him again.
Chapter completed!