In every woman's dream, there is a Zhang Shuo

He turned to leave after escorting her to the door. Zhong Bi was unwilling to let it go and called out to him: "Zhang said—" Calling him by both his name and surname indicated her current state of dissatisfaction

In every woman's dream, there exists a Zhang Shuo, forever unique and irresistible

Wei Jianping quickly jumped up, grabbed Zhang, and shouted, "Ah ah ah ah ah ah—spider!" He then asked, "Where is it, where is it?" He was most afraid of these multi-legged creatures, and upon seeing one, he would feel a chill all over.

Zhong Bi helplessly said: "Who said to go to bed early and rise early, to be a good child?"

Zhang glanced at her and said, "Although Jianping has a good temper, if you offend him like this, he is likely to cause you trouble in the future"

Zhang said he would take her upstairs. In the elevator, she thought of Wei Jianping and Xiao Wei, and a wave of bitterness surged in her heart. Such deep love ultimately ended in separation, evoking a multitude of emotions. In a moment of impulse, she stood on her tiptoes to kiss him, her gaze soft and almost teary. Zhang glanced at the surveillance camera above, pushed her away, and held her waist firmly, preventing her from acting recklessly. In public, what kind of decorum is this? Zhang glanced at the surveillance camera above, pushed her away, and held her waist firmly, preventing her from acting recklessly. In public, what kind of decorum is this?

Two people went to the underground parking lot to retrieve their car. Just opposite them, several vehicles were entering one after another. Before the cars had even come to a complete stop, a group of people jumped out, both men and women, linking arms and laughing jovially. Zhang said he would pull Zhong Bi to the side to wait for them to pass. Zhong Bi, with her keen eyes, noticed that the leader was Wei Jianping. He looked just like before, with a round face, small eyes, and a buzz cut, exposing a large section of his arm, which was tender and plump, as white as lotus root; he could easily model for a baby formula advertisement if dressed in infant clothing. Just as she was about to greet him, Zhang pulled her into the shadows. Zhong Bi exclaimed in surprise; weren't they always inseparable, the best of friends? Why were they hiding now?

At the dining table, Zuo Xue stretched out his chopsticks and shouted, "I want cheese baked scallops." His small arms were too short to reach them. Zhong Bi, ignoring him, threw him a slice of lemon, implying, "All you know is to eat; you should read more books to avoid becoming illiterate in the future, unable to recognize even a single character." Although he spoke to his son, his eyes were fixed on Zhang.

Zhong Bi cast a sidelong glance at him and sang out, "How can one relieve their worries? Only with Du Kang." The words were drawn out with a soft, glutinous Southern accent, sending a shiver through the listener's heart. She felt a bit tipsy.

Zhong Bi sighed while stroking her forehead, "Alas, it's hard to explain, a grievance." Clearly unwilling to elaborate, she felt troubled and quickly downed another glass of wine. When she attempted to pour more, Zhang Shuo reached out to stop her and reminded, "This is not lemon juice."

The clock-like pen seemed to smile, "You will know soon enough." Her rosy lips left a kiss on his collarbone. This enchanting creature had wanted to do this in the hotel; she felt as if she were dreaming, perhaps she was truly quite drunk.

Zuo Xue said with a hint of displeasure, "Alright then—come back early, I will wait for you to sleep." In her heart, she sighed, truly, when it rains, it pours; when a mother remarries, there is no stopping it.

He remained silent for a while before changing the subject, "Where do you want to go?" His voice became very gentle, as if it were resonating right beneath her ear. She tilted her head and thought for a moment, "Houhai." On such an evening, with a heavy heart, one cannot help but desire to drink away their sorrows. Zhang frowned slightly, but still decided to let it go for today.

He pondered for a long time before finally asking: "What about you and Zuo Si..." He had certainly heard of Zuo Si's romantic rumors.

Zuo Xue glanced at her and said, "Your lipstick is smudged." He had seen this kind of scene in dramas many times.

She immediately refused, "I don't want hot milk, I want vodka." At that moment, she felt very frustrated inside, not knowing how to vent her feelings

Zhong Bi continued speaking to herself: "Confucius said: 'Only women and petty people are difficult to nurture; if you get close to them, they will not be respectful, and if you keep your distance, they will harbor resentment.' Remember this for next time." Wei Jianping hated that she regarded those of them in the engineering and science fields as illiterate, and he despised her for saying things he could not understand, indirectly insulting him, being cunning and deceitful. Although he had not read 'The Great Learning,' 'The Doctrine of the Mean,' 'The Book of Rites,' or 'The Spring and Autumn Annals,' he still knew the common sayings and sarcastically remarked: 'A scholar is of no use; it is often the learned who are ungrateful.' Zhong Bi was surprised and said: 'Not bad, not bad, you know such profound words; you are quite learned.' Then her expression suddenly changed, one hand covering her mouth, while with the other she pointed to a corner and shouted, 'Ah—spider!' looking very frightened.

The door swung open with a clang, revealing Zuo Xueguang, bare-chested and wearing only shorts, yawning with his mouth covered. ... Zhong Bi almost stumbled due to his unsteady center of gravity, recalling the inappropriate scene from earlier ... ... He quickly regained his composure and shot him a glance, saying, "Put on your pajamas; if you catch a cold, don't expect me to take you to see a doctor."

Zhang felt a headache as soon as he heard her nitpicking over words, "Drowning sorrows in wine only deepens the sorrow." Her voice was crisp and clear as she waved her hand and called out, "Bring me a cup of hot milk"

Zhang said it hurt, glared at her, and left in the elevator. She leaned against the door, gasping for breath. It's over, she is beyond saving, still feeling both love and hate, a mix of joy and anger.

Two people sat in the corner at the back, the lighting dim, the atmosphere ambiguous, surrounded by young men and women who were drinking, joking, and whispering to each other, their behavior intimate. Coupled with the faint music, it was the perfect setting for engaging in activities unsuitable for children. However, Zhang did not mean it that way; he asked earnestly, "Over the years, have you been well?"

Zhang said, looking at the road conditions, "Married, divorced." Concise and to the point

Zhong Bi smiled as he looked at him, "The heart's demons are difficult to eliminate, of course, they reside in your heart." A grown man, so useless, having lived for many years, yet still afraid of spiders

Little did she know that Wei Jianping hated her to the core, and Zhang naturally did not wish for him to see her

Zuo Xue secretly scolded her for being evasive, but under the eaves of the Zhong family, she had no choice but to bow her head, and simply took off her shorts, lifting the quilt and burrowing inside.

Zhang looked at the prominent lipstick mark on the white shirt, which was exceptionally eye-catching. He tried to wipe it off with a handkerchief, but the more he wiped, the larger the red stain became, making it even more of a mess. He watched the figure of the woman, who was walking away with an air of triumph, and stepped forward decisively, pinning her against the door. He lifted her chin with his hand and bit down hard on her lips. This woman always had a way of forcing him to do things that were completely unlike his usual character.

Zhong Bi is panting heavily, unable to breathe, with eyes that seem to be half-open and half-closed

After finishing the college entrance examination, Wei Jianping returned all the Chinese language materials to his high school teacher, unaware that the sentence was not actually complete. In fact, he did not even know the source, as these were not included in the university exams. He was not accustomed to arguing with others, and for a moment, his face turned bright red, not knowing how to retort. Thus, he stared at her, let out a heavy hum, and remained silent

Zhong Bi felt ashamed, as she was unexpectedly provoked into an uncontrollable reaction by his barbaric actions. In a moment of release, she gently bit his lip, a faint metallic taste of blood lingering in her mouth, spreading like foam and quickly dissipating into the air

This sentence has a historical reference. Zhong Bi and Wei Jianping often engaged in lively banter while at the "Research Society for Social Issues of Suicide." Zhong Bi's catchphrase was to scold him as "effeminate and overly delicate." Wei Jianping, in a fit of anger, quoted a saying he had learned from somewhere: "Only women and petty men are difficult to raise," pretending to be magnanimous and not stooping to her level. However, when they met again, he brought it up once more, but this time it was not a joke. Zhong Bi's catchphrase was to scold him as "effeminate and overly delicate." Wei Jianping, in a fit of anger, quoted a saying he had learned from somewhere: "Only women and petty men are difficult to raise," pretending to be magnanimous and not stooping to her level. However, when they met again, he brought it up once more, but this time it was not a joke.

He must not overstep the bounds

As soon as Zhong Bi got on the bus, Zhang asked, "When did you have a younger brother? How come I've never heard you mention him before?"

Ah, the familiar taste, long missed. She felt as if she were dreaming, and for a moment, it seemed as though she had returned to the time of youthful infatuation

Matters of the heart, how can outsiders possibly interfere

Zhong Bi finished the wine in the glass in one go, boredly spinning the empty cup. Her eyes did not look at the person beside her, as if she were lost in thought. After a moment of distraction, she remembered to respond: "TOEFL, not bad. How about you, when did you return to the country?" She seemed reluctant to talk about herself

Zhong Bi actually blushed, pretending to be calm, "I am going to take a shower. If you are not asleep when I come out, you can skip the movie on Friday."

Zhong Bidun paused for a moment and smiled, saying: "It has been around for eighteen years—you never asked." This smile carried a hint of nostalgia amidst the sense of detachment

Zhang was very composed, not glancing aside, showing no reaction at all, and he placed the entire plate in front of Zuo Xue. Zuo Xue cheered, "Uncle Zhang, you are truly wonderful." Behind his back, he had been calling Zhang by his name repeatedly, but at this moment, his impression of Zhang greatly improved, and his tone became sweeter.

Zhang approached her again, deliberately making things difficult for him, turning her face away, and feigning both acceptance and rejection. How could Zhang allow her to escape once more! With his right hand fixed against the side of her face, taking advantage of her moment of surprise, his soft and slippery tongue slipped inside, like a nimble little snake freely roaming in every corner of her mouth, tangy and sweet, reminiscent of delicious lemon juice

With a raised eyebrow, her charming peach blossom eyes twinkled mischievously on his face, her expression filled with affection, "If you say you are drunk, then so be it."

Zhong Bi was taken aback for a moment, then looked up and asked, "Have you been in the United States all this time?" After the two of them broke up, he went to the United States to develop his career.

Zuo Xue was taken aback, tugging at the corner of her clothing, "I don't want to sleep anymore."

Zhang shuddered all over and forcibly pulled her away from him, "You are drunk."

Wei Jianping shook his head and left, saying, "I'll find you later." The look in Zhong Bi's eyes carried a hint of anger. Zhang clearly protected her; this was not the right time to settle scores. Get in the car? What for? Watching the two of them flirt and whisper sweet nothings right under my nose? What a waste of time!

Zhang quickly stepped in the middle, saying, "Let's talk once we get in the car."

Oh— the clock's pen-like mouth opened and closed, its eyes rolling around in surprise, yet in the end, it made no comments, instead taking out a mirror to touch up its faded lipstick

She rushed forward and fiercely left two red marks on his shirt collar and chest

He was not the unperturbed Liu Xia Hui, and finally could not bear it any longer. One hand pressed on her waist, pulling her towards himself, while the other hand held the back of her head, leaning down to kiss her. The warm breath she exhaled brushed against the side of his face, gentle, tingling, and ticklish, while the cold air rushed in, creating a contrast of hot and cold, a sensation of ice and fire that was both thrilling and unbearable, leaving one at a loss. Zhong Bi did not expect him to suddenly take the initiative, feeling a hint of shyness, and she instinctively pulled away.

Zhang shot her a glance and said, "Sit still and behave yourself."

After Zhong Ze left, Zhong Bi said it was still early and wanted to stroll around some more. Zuo Xue immediately replied, "I want to go to bed early and get up early, to be a good child." Zhong Bi shot him a glance, understanding that her son probably did not want her to be alone with Zhang, and said, "Alright, let's head back to the hotel first." Upon arriving at the hotel, she handed Zuo Xue over to the waiter, saying, "You go upstairs and sleep by yourself, and don't forget to close the door properly." She then turned and walked out.

Wei Jianping is a person without significant flaws, known for his exceptionally good temper. He rarely gets angry with others and is always amicable. It is unexpected that he could also put someone in an awkward position. The way he spoke with such gritted teeth suggests that he harbors unresolved grievances against her

She has always had a good tolerance for alcohol; how could she get drunk after just a few drinks? Could it be that the wine does not intoxicate, but rather the person becomes intoxicated by themselves?

Wei Jianping realized that he had been played by her, feeling extremely embarrassed and trembling with anger, "You—"

Zhang was not in a much better state; his fair and handsome face was covered with a layer of blush, his heart pounding like thunder, and his whole body felt hot. He quickly took a sip of wine, the ice pressing against his tongue, the coldness allowing him to let out a long sigh of relief. He looked at the woman in front of him, still in a daze, her eyes hazy, her chest rising and falling violently, as radiant as peach and plum blossoms. Unable to restrain himself, he leaned in closer, lingering at the corner of her lips, yet he did not dare to go further.

Zhang said, a well-defined handsome face flickering under the light, firmly looking at her and saying: "Recently."

She stuck out her tongue and made a face in secret

These words fell like a bucket of cold water, extinguishing all flames of excitement. Zhong Bi immediately broke out in a cold sweat, the alcohol wearing off, and he obediently followed behind as if he had made a mistake, walking out of the bar. He turned back, slightly furrowing his brow, "Moreover, I generally do not frequent places like bars, and I hope you will not come here again in the future"

With such a limited number of verses, do you think you can compete with her? Zhong Bi pretended not to understand, "So you have read the Analects as well, I am truly humbled. May I ask how the following two lines are said?"

Indeed, they were inseparable, sharing a deep connection. Wei Jianping had already walked far away, yet for some unknown reason, he suddenly turned back. Zhang was caught off guard, and the two of them unexpectedly came face to face. He was taken aback, waved his hand to let everyone go ahead, and hurried over in a few quick steps. Upon seeing Zhong Bi hiding in the shadows, he abruptly stopped, his expression instantly turning cold, and disdainfully remarked, "Only women and petty people are difficult to nurture." His tone was filled with contempt, and his face was full of mockery.

After so many years apart, she and Zhang surely have some words to share

Zhang stood there with a cold expression and said, "What are you doing?"

Zhang felt somewhat irritable and suddenly realized that he did not understand her at all. "So, who else is in your family?" Zhongbi gazed out the window, "You have met all of them today." There was a hint of imperceptible melancholy in her voice

She completely does not care, "Welcome to the utmost." She is no longer afraid of Zuo Si, so why would she be afraid of Wei Jianping, this good-natured man? She is now all in, living for the moment, drinking today and worrying about tomorrow when it comes. After a while, she asked again: "Where is Xiao Wei?" Xiao Wei is Wei Jianping's girlfriend, a girl from the south, fair and clean, with a baby face, very cute, and her family is also a prominent local family, making them a suitable match. After a while, she asked again: "Where is Xiao Wei?" Xiao Wei is Wei Jianping's girlfriend, a girl from the south, fair and clean, with a baby face, very cute, and her family is also a prominent local family, making them a suitable match.

Upon arriving at a well-known bar at Houhai, Zhang ordered two bottles of wine. Zhong couldn't help but sigh, indeed they have made a name for themselves, that price, without even a furrow of the brow

Zhong Ze quietly ate his meal, and Zhang mentioned that whenever he exchanged pleasantries with him, he would smile. Zhang thought to himself that this young man had such good manners, and it was rare for someone so outstanding in appearance to be so unassuming, gentle, and polite. He glanced at the woman across from him, who was chattering incessantly, and she really did not seem like someone who came from the same womb. He also did not notice that Zhong Ze had not spoken a word from beginning to end, thinking only that he was introverted and shy. Until just before parting, Zhong Ze gestured that he was going back and invited Zuo Xue to play in his studio. Zhang was quite surprised at this, momentarily taken aback, and then he made sure not to reveal any unusual expression, maintaining a smile on his face as he politely shook hands with Zhong Ze to bid farewell.

The clock pen naturally did not rely on anything, propping herself up on the table to stand, wanting to snatch. Zhang stood up and pressed down on her shoulder, preventing her from moving. She struggled to break free, so she simply acted drunk, tightening her grip and wrapping her arms around his waist, burying her small face against his chest.

After getting into the car, Zhong Bi stretched lazily and exclaimed, "These children of high-ranking officials really lack generosity in naming. It's either Anping or Weiguo, or Jianping? Hmph—" making a gesture of disdain.

Zhong Bi held onto his neck. Zhang Shuo struggled to break free from her, picked up his clothes, and said, "You will divorce Zuo Si immediately. I will arrange for a lawyer in Hong Kong. Now, I will take you back to the hotel." He was a man and could not lose his composure at this moment