NovelEnglish119 Jiaojiao Called Pei Zhen Dad
It was a sunny day.
In the alleyway surrounded by tiled walls, many old people came out for a walk with teacups.
Their laughter did not ease Lin Jiao’s nervousness. Instead, it made it worse.
She held Pei Zhi’s arm and followed him into the house calmly, but she was actually panicking.
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“Dad, we’re back.” Pei Zhi placed the gifts she had bought in advance on the tea table.
Pei Zhen looked up when he heard the voice.
He was about to speak when he was interrupted by a gentle voice.
Lin Jiao blurted out, “Dad.”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThis form of address frightened Pei Zhen.
Suspecting he’d heard wrong, he tilted his head to the side and put his ear forward. “What did you call me?”
Lin Jiao raised her voice and said again.
Seeing that he was silent for a long time, she secretly tugged at Pei Zhi’s sleeve. “What happened to him? Was I too loud?”
“No.” Pei Zhi whispered into her ear, “He’s probably just stunned.”
Pei Zhen was indeed stunned.
He put the chess piece between his fingers into the chess box and took a sip of tea. “Sit down. Let’s talk.”
“Didn’t Brother tell you?”
“Tell me what?”
“About me being with Jiaojiao.” Pei Zhi picked up the teapot and poured tea into two porcelain cups.
“Say that again?”
“I’m with Jiaojiao.”
At this moment, Pei Zhen’s mood was like a lake that had been thrown a stone, causing ripples.
He let out a breath. “How long ago?”
“Mid-August.”
“Why didn’t you tell me last time?”
Pei Zhi guessed that he was referring to the day before November.
He picked up his teacup. “At that time, my relationship with Jiaojiao was still ambiguous, so I didn’t mention it to you.”
Pei Zhen snorted. “You hid it quite well.” He looked sideways at Lin Jiao. “Jiaojiao, why do you like this brat?”
Lin Jiao listed a bunch of reasons why she liked Pei Zhi. “He’s also very good to me.”
Her overflowing happiness infected Pei Zhen.
He could tell that they cherished this relationship, so he stopped asking about it. “Jiaojiao, play two rounds with me.”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm“Okay.” Lin Jiao sat opposite him.
As she picked up a black piece, Pei Zhi went to the kitchen to bring out a plate of fruits.
He looked at the chessboard in silence. Occasionally, he would fork a piece of fruit for her and teach her what moves to make.
Pei Zisheng, who had returned from jogging, saw the three of them gathered together and went over to take a look.
He pointed at the bottom right corner. “Jiaojiao, stop him there.”
A mature male voice sounded in her ear, making Lin Jiao look up subconsciously.
Pei Zicheng looked very similar to Pei Zhi.
However, his temperament was much gentler than Pei Zhi’s. He had a sense of maturity that came from a good accumulation of experiences in life.
“Brother,” Lin Jiao called out with a smile. Then she picked up a chess piece and placed it on the chessboard.
Pei Zhi handed him a cigarette and sat down on the other side with Pei Zicheng. “Where’s Sister-in-law?”
“She went to the market with Auntie Luo.”
“Have you taken care of the matter in Bin City?”
“Yes.” Pei Zicheng lit the cigarette. “Your sister-in-law doesn’t want to have anything to do with her from now on.”
Pei Zhi raised an eyebrow. “What happened?”
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