Drinking soy milk that Song Hanzhang has drunk?
Li Chuan looked at the lip stain left on the cup and was stunned: "What about you?"
"I don't like drinking this stuff. If it weren't for your brother liking it, I wouldn't be grinding soy milk!"
At this moment, there was a knock on the door: "Is Hanzhang home?"
The voice was soft and pleasant, making people feel very comfortable. Even without seeing the appearance, just hearing this voice, Li Chuan felt this woman must be very beautiful.
Li Chuan got up proactively to open the door.
At the door stood a woman in a black strapless bodycon dress, with a diamond necklace around her neck. Perhaps because the dress was too form-fitting, the cleavage in front was particularly pronounced.
A pair of straight, long white legs, like chopsticks, with fair, translucent skin and delicately painted toenails, looked like a perfect artwork, making one irresistibly want to hold and admire it!
Song Hanzhang was a great beauty, and this one in front of him was another extraordinary beauty.
But the temperament of the two beauties was strikingly different.
Song Hanzhang was like a rose with thorns.
And the one in front, standing proudly in the cold winter, exuded an aura of cool detachment!
The beauty was obviously taken aback when she saw Li Chuan, then smiled and said: "Wow! A pretty boy opening the door!? Hanzhang, you've got a little secret hidden away!"
At this time Song Hanzhang had already walked up from behind. Seeing Li Chuan looking bewildered, she rolled her eyes, reached out to push Li Chuan behind her: "I say Reporter Zhao, don't tease my little brother. He's Old Li's brother, just came from the town, a country bumpkin; joking like this will scare him."
This extraordinary beauty, named Zhao Qingyao, was the second wife of the deputy dean of the medical school, twenty-nine years old, but seemed just about Li Chuan's age. She used to be a host of a program in the provincial city, a true combination of talent and beauty.
Additionally, Zhao Qingyao's house was next to Song Hanzhang's house; the two families were neighbors.
"I didn't expect Old Li to have such a handsome brother. Is it true? Doesn't seem like it."
"Of course it's true, more real than pearls! He's been in the town all along, came this summer, starting next semester, he'll be attending classes at our medical school." Song Hanzhang replied, somewhat exasperated.
Hearing this, Zhao Qingyao looked Li Chuan up and down, then couldn't help but laugh: "Hanzhang, do you know what image just popped into my mind?"
"What image?"
"Darlang, take the medicine. Hanzhang, do you think this little pretty boy is Wu Song or Lord Ximen?" Zhao Qingyao laughed.
Upon hearing this, Song Hanzhang rolled her eyes: "Reporter Zhao, do you think this is something a high-level intellectual should say? Come on, nowadays, rural kids mature quickly, you better not say such things."
Seeing Song Hanzhang's nervous expression, Zhao Qingyao couldn't help but laugh: "Alright, alright, I won't tease you anymore, are you ready or not? They should have been waiting for a while!"
"I've been ready ages ago." Song Hanzhang turned to Li Chuan: "Bring me the bag from the sofa. Remember to behave at home!"
"Oh, okay."
Li Chuan hurriedly helped Song Hanzhang fetch the bag.
He certainly understood what Song Hanzhang meant by behaving, so dared not refute.
When Zhao Qingyao left, her gaze remained on Li Chuan, then she leaned into Song Hanzhang's ear: "Your little brother-in-law is quite something, I heard the pretty boys in the town are pure and unspoiled…"
"Alright, alright, Reporter Zhao, can you be more restrained? Those who know you know you're a leader's wife, those who don't might think you're a widow!"
"Oh, stop it, you're the one who's a widow!"
"You're quite right; there's hardly any difference between me and a widow…"
The two women chatted and teased each other as they walked arm in arm outside.
Li Chuan stood by the window, watching the two women get into a black car.
As Zhao Qingyao got into the car, she deliberately turned back and glanced at Li Chuan.
That glance made Li Chuan's face turn red again.
Li Chuan had never dated a girlfriend and didn't know how to interact with a woman, but he never had any interest in women like Zhao Qingyao.
However, after last night's incident, his mind was filled with Song Hanzhang, but he couldn't really do anything with Song Hanzhang, so naturally, his attention shifted to Zhao Qingyao.
Actually, Song Hanzhang's figure was slightly more voluptuous and rounded than Zhao Qingyao's; Zhao Qingyao was thinner with longer legs.
Between him and Song Hanzhang, there was Li Yong, so it wasn't easy to make a move.
But when facing Zhao Qingyao, Li Chuan felt no such burden.
Especially the way Zhao Qingyao glanced at him; it made him feel tingling all over, quite intriguing.
Li Chuan returned to the living room, sat on the sofa, his mind filled with images of Song Hanzhang and Zhao Qingyao, and unconsciously, the morning passed.
In the afternoon, the sound of laughter like silver bells rang at the door.
It was Song Hanzhang and Zhao Qingyao's voices.
Li Chuan suddenly felt a bit of anticipation. Wouldn't it be great if Zhao Qingyao came in with Song Hanzhang?
"Click."
The door lock was opened.