My girlfriend is from the future!

Chapter 34 No.30 Chapter [-] What are you still thinking about?

Sending Cao Aiqing to a nearby subway station, watching the girl wave goodbye to him, today's Shura field finally came to an end.

He Tianran is like falling into the clouds now.

When Wen Liang saw him after being reborn, he also said that he was his friend; now Cao Aiqing also said similar things.

Is it so happy to co-author and be friends with yourself?
Thinking about it this way, the word "friend" is really amazing, just like the "beginners" in the game, who can change their professions to become mages, warriors, knights, etc. in the future, and the same is true for "friends", who may be upgraded to bosom friends one day , lover, or... brother?
In short, this word really has infinite possibilities in interpersonal communication.

He Tianran came to the supermarket to buy all the ingredients that Wen Liang needed. It was strange to say that he had been away for a long time, but this girl sent two WeChat messages, one was the list of ingredients, and the other was Said that she found curry powder at home, indicating that the curry for two is enough.

"Of course it's enough, but I have to find an excuse to sneak out..."

The guilty otaku said to himself, he was quite puzzled, this message was sent half an hour ago, and there was no more urging message after that.

"Maybe it's because we have everything at home, so even if we wait, it won't be too boring."

He Tianran carried a large bag of ingredients, walked into the elevator, and pressed the floor he was on.

When he got home and entered the door, He Ranran lowered his head and changed into his slippers.

The noise of the TV in the living room, the sound of cooking in the kitchen, everything seems to be better than expected.

"This dish is a Yunnan dish called Dajiujia. It uses the special bait cake over there. Xiaowen, you are not from Chongqing. I will add some oil and chili to it later. You will like it when you keep it. I am here. What kind of curry are you eating?"

"Uncle, you are really good at cooking! You can also cook Yunnan dishes!"

"Haha, this is what I learned from a chef when I was a volunteer in Yunnan, come on, pass me the plate..."

Hearing the conversation in the kitchen, the boy walked over and saw the back of a tall man busy, Wen Liang was helping, when she saw He Tianran, she said happily:

"Naturally, you're back!"

The man turned his head when he heard the words. He was a middle-aged man in his 40s, with long hair and a burning cigarette in his mouth. He wore jeans and a brown retro jacket. But there is a style of playing rock and roll in the 90s.

With a sullen face, He Tianran opened the refrigerator silently, but found that there were a lot of things in it, the man didn't pay much attention to him, and turned his head to continue cooking.

Wen Liang looked around, walked up to the boy in a small step, and whispered: "Naturally, your dad came to see you, and you didn't say hello?"

With his back to the two of them, He Tianran said bluntly after he had arranged the ingredients:

"How did you come here today?"

"See if you're dead or not. If you're dead, I'll return the house by the way, and save me 1000 yuan every month."

The man put the dishes in the pot on a plate, turned off the fire and walked out of the kitchen with the plate in hand.

This person is He Tianran's father, He Panshan. He was named one of the top ten outstanding young entrepreneurs by Hong Kong City 15 years ago. After catching up with the rapid development of the Internet era, he started his own business and made several softwares, and then took off. The technology company named "Shanhai Technology" is currently a star enterprise in Hong Kong City.

Wen Liang filled the rice and put it on the table. Seeing the father and son staring and staring at each other without moving, she didn't have the nerve to pick up her chopsticks.

He Panshan noticed the little girl's embarrassment, smiled and picked up a piece of meat and put it in her bowl.

"Xiao Wen, you eat yours."

Wen Liang nodded, and carefully glanced at the silent He Tianran.

She knew that He Tianran had a bad relationship with his parents, so she was afraid that this guy would do something out of the ordinary.

He Panshan looked at his son while smoking a cigarette, feeling a little funny, he took out a box of Hailey from his bag, and said:
"Grow up, how about one?"

"Be careful you get lung cancer."

"Hey, how much is a lung replacement?"

"upstart."

"I'm in my house, can you still control how I talk?"

"..."

Wen Liang listened to the conversation between the two fathers and sons back and forth, as if the tip of a needle pointed at a wheat awn, and suddenly coughed twice in discomfort.

He Panshan took a look, quickly put out the cigarette, and put on a good face.

"Xiaowen, you can't smell the smell of smoke, you should have told me earlier, I saw you didn't react in the kitchen just now, I thought you were used to it."

Wen Liang shook his head: "It's okay Uncle, you smoke yours, I'll go and open the window."

Taking advantage of the time when the girl got up to leave, He Panshan teased: "What a boy, do you know that you love women?"

He Tianran rolled his eyes and didn't answer him, the middle-aged man could only talk to himself and continued:
"I thought that if you lived alone, the house would be as dirty as a doghouse. I didn't expect a little girl to open the door for me when I came. I thought you sublet the house, and the rest of the money Swallowed it privately."

When Wen Liang came back, he happened to hear this sentence, and joked:
"Then uncle, you have to be optimistic. I think he can do this kind of thing."

"Hahaha, that's true, come to Xiao Wen and try Uncle's craftsmanship."

He Panshan moved his chopsticks, and he had very little communication with his son during the meal, but chatted very speculatively with the cheerful Wen Liang, so much so that he revealed some deeds of the prodigal son back then.

"No wonder I can play the guitar so well. It turned out that my uncle taught me."

"Of course, when he was still crying in the cradle, I was playing "don't cry" in front of him. I thought that with this kind of influence, I should like Menglong's song when I grow up Yeah, I didn’t expect that the guitar was passed to him, and the one he played the most was "Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss", are you angry? I wouldn’t be so angry if he gave me the whole song "Slam Dunk"!"

He Panshan, who was born in the late 70s, and his post-zero son, although there is no generation gap, there is still a big gap in personality between father and son.

Wen Liang was on the verge of tears when she heard such interesting stories, she couldn't breathe and said, "No, it's nothing... Uncle, I like Menglong, and I went to their tour in Shanghai when I was in junior high school!"

After hearing this, He Panshan slapped his thigh and said, "Really? I heard that they will come to Hong Kong City this year. I will leave two tickets for you and Tianran."

"Ok!"

Wen Liang agreed without hesitation, and He Tianran's eyes swept away, and the two seemed like real father and daughter.

He Panshan was happy, lit another cigarette, and said with a smile:
"By the way, Xiao Wen, uncle asks you a question."

Wen Liang stopped smiling, put down the bowl and chopsticks: "Speak, uncle."

"How long have you two been together?"

"dad!"

He Tianran yelled and interrupted the question.

He Panshan glared at his son impatiently, and said, "Did I talk to you? Shut up!"

"No, we are just..."

He Tianran originally wanted to carry out his "friendship" doctrine, but Wen Liang's cheeks were flushed at this moment, and he whispered:
"Uncle, we're not together yet..."

He Panshan was not happy anymore, he looked at his son, frowned, and said angrily:
"You bastard, what are you still thinking?"

"I'm wondering when you're leaving!"

The boy also replied angrily.

(End of this chapter)