Wen Juan's heart was pounding.
In her past life's four years of university, she never saw a guy like this; he's even more handsome than celebrities.
Her cheeks grew even redder: "Brother Shi, am I bothering you?"
Shi Suifeng nodded: "Yes."
Wen Juan's heart sank.
She suddenly remembered that the man in front of her is a straight-laced guy from the '70s, whose words are as blunt as smoke.
She decisively changed her strategy: "Brother Shi, I heard from Aunt that she wanted to find you a wife. I like you, I want..."
"Wanting it doesn't mean you can get it." Shi Suifeng righteously rejected her: "My mom said she wants to find me a virtuous, capable woman who can manage the household, preferably someone who can work. You spend your days in the village looking at farm tools and can't even steal a fish at night, which really doesn't meet my requirements."
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Wen Juan: ...
Are these the requirements for finding a girlfriend?
Why don't you just say you want to hire a nanny?
