Chapter 2, the moon shines brightly.

Fuling's smile was faint: "My mother has been having headaches recently, and she can't sleep well. I brought her here for a thorough examination."

Still wearing the same clothes from the afternoon, a khaki-colored coat, black ankle boots, which made her look graceful and elegant, although... ... she may not have noticed it herself.

What's Fuling's plan for today? She brushed her teeth and hesitated for a while before finally saying, "I'm going to have dinner with my godmother."

This sentence made Pei Zhiwei feel very comfortable, thirty-three, only.

On the second day of work, he was still thinking about this matter. Tang Mingming called him to remind him not to forget their appointment in the evening. Their appointments were always well-planned, based on their work schedules, and they regularly met to have meals, vent about work, watch a movie or attend a concert once a month. Tonight, the Kunqu Opera Troupe was performing at the city theater. Neither he nor Tang Mingming had any particular interest or disinterest in anything.

Pei Zhiwei stopped at the staircase, still smiling slightly: "Clearly, I see... I won't go up."

Pei Zhiwei let go lightly, but still held her between his arms, and asked with a smile, "Who is the pig's head?"

What a pig head?

However, the father forgot to teach him that everything has a first time.

Pei Zhimei leaned against the car door, quietly watching the moon, and quietly watching Fuling return in the night.

Pei Zhimei remained calm and composed: "Are you sure you like her?"

Fuling didn't expect him to come over and greet her. She was stunned and couldn't say anything. The old lady next to her saw Pei Zhiwei's talented and gentle appearance and asked with a smile, "Lingling, is he your friend?"

After finishing the couple's meal and watching the Kunqu Opera, Pei Zhiwei accompanied Tang Mingming home. When they were going upstairs, Tang Mingming asked, "Would you like to come up and have a seat?"

Of course, Fuling looks down on this kind of person, but in case she is pressured by her family and happens to meet a suitable candidate - oh my, I have to act quickly!Yuan Feng is anxious, "The problem is, how do I act? You've talked about it so many times, how about sharing some experience?"

Fuling sneered and said, "What a bunch of animals in human clothing!"

Pei Zhimei nodded and asked with a smile, "Auntie?"

Her voice was gentle, her gaze was deep, as if carrying a hint of anticipation. Pei Zhiwei's face slowly turned cold as he asked, "Do we have to go?"

Péi Zhīwèi remembered the clever and astute appearance of Fú Líng when they first met, and inexplicably felt a sense of accomplishment. Despite being someone who is skilled in many areas, she still acted like a silly girl in his arms. Hmph.

Many classmates envy him. Pei Zhiwei has innate advantages. His father has a somewhat prestigious position in the medical field. He grew up looking at embryo specimens. At the age of five, he held a skull specimen and took photos. At the age of seven, he could distinguish the gestational age of embryos. Before the college entrance examination, he would study in his father's research room. When he got tired of reading, he would take a look at the human body specimens in formalin. In college, while other classmates were still in the period of dizziness from seeing blood, he was already able to assist the college teachers in conducting laboratory classes. Those were just pastimes for him during middle and high school. Before the college entrance examination, he would study in his father's research room. When he got tired of reading, he would take a look at the human body specimens in formalin. In college, while other classmates were still in the period of dizziness from seeing blood, he was already able to assist the college teachers in conducting laboratory classes. Those were just pastimes for him during middle and high school.

In Yuan Feng's mouth, "she" refers to Tang Mingming, a female doctor in the same hospital as Pei Zhiwei. She is the top expert in gynecology in this province, genuine and reliable, not like those advertised specialists who claim to treat infertility and painless abortion. The common characteristics of Pei Zhiwei's ex-girlfriends are tall stature, high intelligence, and high emotional intelligence, and Tang Mingming is one of the best among them. However, Tang Mingming is not Pei Zhiwei's favorite, but rather a choice forced upon him by his mother's crying, tantrums, and threats of suicide.

Fu Ling still stared with wide eyes. Pei Zhiwei reached out and took out his ID card to show her. She looked at it repeatedly for a few times and finally believed, "Well, I have nothing worth deceiving others for."

He actually forgot that Fuling was determined to get married.

Pei Zhimei had considered asking Yuan Feng for his phone number, but hesitated for a few days without making up his mind. Strangely, Yuan Feng had not mentioned Fuling for several days, and he looked like a wilted eggplant, with clothes piled up in the washing machine without being washed. Pei Zhimei couldn't bear it any longer, pushed open Yuan Feng's door to drag him out to do the laundry, only to find him playing games on the computer, motionless and staring at the screen without operating the keyboard or mouse. Pei Zhimei walked in covering her nose, only to find that the warrior Yuan Feng was playing on the screen had long been killed. Pei Zhimei couldn't bear it any longer, pushed open Yuan Feng's door to drag him out to do the laundry, only to find him playing games on the computer, motionless and staring at the screen without operating the keyboard or mouse. Pei Zhimei walked in covering her nose, only to find that the warrior Yuan Feng was playing on the screen had long been killed. Pei Zhimei knocked on his head twice and said, "What are you staring at? The whole room stinks, even the washing machine is stinky. If you don't wash the clothes, you'll sleep under the bridge tomorrow!"

Oh? So is he also a cultured scum?

With subtitles, even the first time watching, one can understand. Pei Zhiwei's gaze suddenly deepened, "The play I watched today is called 'On the Wall', the male lead has the same surname as me, Pei."

Are you really Yuan Feng's cousin? You're not some scammer, are you?

At the moment when Pei Zhiwei saw Fuling, he almost doubted whether it was a hallucination. He went downstairs at the staircase between the third and fourth floors, while she came out of the restroom. He stared at her intently, but she ignored him and her gaze swept past his face without stopping, and she walked straight to the deep end of the corridor on the third floor.

Why do you care?

Of course not. Today when we were chatting, she complained about her experience with a blind date, saying that she met a terrible person who went to McDonald's with her on New Year's Day and lectured her on how girls should be thrifty and good at managing a household. Yuan Feng was extremely disdainful and said, "Where did they find such a poor quality person to be their potential son-in-law?"

Then you can't keep dragging your feet," Yuan Feng's attention turned to Pei Zhiwei, "You're not in a hurry, and Mingming isn't in a hurry either. She'll be thirty next year."

What do you want then?

Tai Mingming's office is also on the third floor. Pei Zhiwei quickly understood what was going on. Tai Mingming must have seen something and wanted to save face for himself and for Pei Zhiwei. That's why he went down from another staircase.

He spoke as if he was very familiar with her, and Fu Ling looked up and asked, "Pei Zhimei, how old are you?"

When Fu Ling's face turned red and her eyes turned white, she said, "Don't you have a girlfriend in the hospital?"

You are twenty-six?

What's wrong with me? Pei Zhiwei suddenly felt a little scared.

At this moment, Yuan Feng's call came in, and he said in a strange tone, "Brother, how come you haven't finished listening to the Kunqu Opera? Are you not coming back tonight? I've locked the door backwards!" She could hear a little bit of sound and recognized it was Yuan Feng. After he finished the call, she half-mockingly and half-derisively laughed, "I really don't know if it's Yuan Feng who doesn't understand you, or if you are too good at disguising yourself. Why is it that the you I usually hear from Yuan Feng and the you I see are completely different people?"

Pei Zhimei looked at the toothbrush and mouthwash cup just placed on the washstand, and suddenly regretted not persuading her. After breakfast, he said goodbye to her casually.

He searched through her coat pocket and found a phone. He searched from beginning to end and indeed there was no name of his own. He searched again and found that there was no name "Pig Head" either. He glanced at Fu Ling with the corner of his eye and pretended to casually press into the inbox, but there were no intimate messages.