Love after Marriage

AMBIGUITY

　Wen Qian felt as if the top of her head was smashed, and she struggled desperately, "Mom, are you mistaken? Is your friend's son really called Shang Mo?"

　　At this time Wen Qian was still praying, it must be wrong, it couldn't be such a coincidence.

　　"How could this be wrong?" Ms. Qi chuckled. "I just talked to him. I also talked to your Aunt Shang on the phone."

　　"Xixi, it's real. He is the son of the friend I told you about. Mom won't make a mistake."

　　Wen Qian: "..."

　　This is such a coincidence, even TV dramas wouldn't dare to portray it this way.

　　"Xiao Mo is a good kid. He's polite, good-looking, and successful in his career." Ms. Qi praised him to the skies. "He's perfect for you."

　　"Mom..." Wen Qian stretched out her voice and said coquettishly, "What's the matter with getting along? Didn't we agree that it's just a meal?"

　　"Yes, yes, yes." Ms. Qi agreed, "It's just a meal. If you think it's appropriate, we can talk about other things."

　　Wen Qian pulled her shawl and said, "Mom, if you keep talking nonsense I won't go."

　　Ms. Qi coaxed her gently, "Mom won't talk nonsense, be good, go and have dinner with Xiaomo."

　　"If you have time after dinner, go watch a movie." She added, "The curfew can be extended to 11 o'clock tonight."

The curfew time has been before 10 o'clock since Wen Qian went to school, and it has not changed for many years. This time, the time was postponed for Shang Mo.

　　Wen Qian could see that her mother was extremely satisfied with Shang Mo.

　　"Mom." Wen Qian called softly.

　　"Okay, Mom has something to do, so I'll hang up first." Just as she finished speaking, there was a beep from the other end of the phone receiver, and Ms. Qi hung up first.

　　After Wen Qian adjusted her mood, she returned the phone to Shang Mo and said, "I didn't know you were the son of the friend my mom was talking about."

　　"Now that you know, what are you going to do?" Shang Mo reached out to pick up the phone, and their fingertips touched inadvertently.

　　The man's fingers were long and distinct, and the moment they touched, it felt like an electric current swept through them. Wen Qian shrank back and dodged. Soon, the blush on her cheeks spread behind her ears.

　　Her eyelashes trembled as she looked at him. Her almond-shaped eyes seemed to be filled with a lake of water, rippling and very alluring.

　　The tips of her eyelashes were also stained with a hazy color. She trembled slightly and hummed, with the last word rising, hesitantly, "What?"

　　"I have booked a table at the restaurant. You won't not go, will you?" Shang Mo's eyes first swept over their intertwined fingers, and then slowly raised them. There was something strange rolling in his inky eyes, and upon closer inspection, one could see that his Adam's apple rolled down slowly.

　　A faint blush passed across Leng Bai's cheek, but it was not very clear because of the darkness.

　　His expression was a little softer than before, and even the curve of his lips was deeper than usual. He rarely smiled, but when he did, he was very charming.

　　The silvery moonlight fell and brushed against his erect Adam's apple, making the curve more clear and three-dimensional.

　　Facing Wen Qianzheng's stunned look, he stretched out his hand, "My car is over there, let's go together."