I am devoted to scientific research, but you want to trick me into having a love relationship?

Chapter 643 The honeymoon phase of young people is quite long.
2020, April 1.

The snow was heavier than in the evening, falling heavily under the orange streetlights, tracing clear paths. The whole city was brightly lit, and the couplets and lanterns on both sides of the street made the festive atmosphere even stronger.

The Xu family home was equally bustling.

Two middle-aged men were discussing how to prepare the bait, while two middle-aged women were chatting about their plans to return to their hometown in a few days.

Xu Qingzhou played with Song Yao's hand, but Song Yao quickly took it back. Xu Qingzhou's hand was a size bigger than hers, very warm, and felt very comfortable to hold.

"This lousy Spring Festival Gala is perfect for setting the mood now."

Wang Xiaping looked at the girl singing and dancing on TV and said strangely, "Huh, isn't this person an actress? Why is she singing?"

"You actually knew this person was an actor?" Xu Qingzhou asked in surprise.

“One day your dad and I were watching TV and we stumbled upon this show by chance. We watched half an episode but couldn’t continue.”

Wang Xiaping explained.

Xu Qingzhou nodded. This was indeed a popular actor. In the past, he had impulsively clicked on the video, and the comments were full of praise for his amazing acting skills.

"That's how it is now, actors sing, singers act." Xu Qingzhou was used to it.

The old-fashioned comedy sketches were more interesting.

It has substance and depth.

I don't know what the actors on those shows are thinking, but Xu Qingzhou felt scalp tingling and was so embarrassed that he could probably lose three bedrooms and a living room just watching them.

"It would be great if Zhao Benshan could appear on the Spring Festival Gala again."

Zhang Junli joined the chat.

"Now? Even if he were willing, it would probably be difficult; the show has too many restrictions."

Wang Xiaping shook her head. In the past, the script was a very important factor in making skits interesting, in addition to the actors. Now, the script for a dumpling-making skit is useless no matter who comes along.

Around 8pm.

Xu Qingzhou moved closer to Song Yao, and the two of them tapped on their phones.

"What are you two doing?"

Xu Qingzhou said without looking up, "It's Chinese New Year, so we plan to give our employees some red envelopes."

"Send red envelopes?"

"Yes, the research institute has a lot of people, so we'll give them 20,000, and Zero Point Technology will give them 10,000."

"Tsk tsk, ten or twenty thousand."

"This is perfectly normal for the company."

Song Shisong asked, "I heard from Xiao Yao that you've given out nearly 2000 million in year-end bonuses?"

"You guys gave out pretty big year-end bonuses this year. What's the basis for that?"

"We already have a complete system for performance evaluation. The final amount will be calculated based on the research output throughout the year, and a reasonable figure will be obtained," Song Yao explained to everyone.

Xu Shouyun nodded. "That's right. Boosting morale with idealism is far less effective than giving real money."

"If your negotiations with the US fall out, can you still buy the equipment back?"

"We plan to proceed with the German solution, as its performance already meets our experimental requirements."

The reunion dinner on New Year's Eve lasted an hour and a half. After a satisfying meal, the four middle-aged people played mahjong by hand, and Xu Qingzhou volunteered to wash the dishes.

As the person with the lowest status in the family, he still has this much awareness.

Besides helping Lao Xu cook some pig brains in the morning, he had been a useless person at home all day. It was time for him to get busy.

Xu Qingzhou was washing the dishes when Song Yao came in with a fork, poking a piece of apple at his lips and offering it to him.

"I want to eat another piece."

Xu Qingzhou said.

"Ok?"

Song Yao tilted her head and saw Xu Qingzhou staring at her mouth. She immediately realized what was happening and swallowed the apple in her mouth whole. "You're a pervert!"

My husband's perversion is beyond imagination.

"I only eat imported food."

Xu Qingzhou shrugged.

"Open your mouth."

Song Yao shoved the apple towards his mouth.

"." That person is despicable.

Song Yao squinted and moved a little closer to Xu Qingzhou, placing her hand on his waist and a gentle smile on her face. "Teacher Xu, open your mouth."

At that moment, the kitchen door was pushed open, and Wang Xiaping came in carrying a plate to wash grapes.

Seeing the two young people sticking together all the time, I couldn't help but nod in approval. They had been together for several years and were still in the honeymoon phase.

It's different now.

Back then, after she and Lao Xu got married, they were mostly busy with work, unlike these two young people. Their lives were ultimately different.

Meanwhile, under Song Yao's threat, Xu Qingzhou obediently bit into the apple.

"Hurry up and wash the dishes. You're taking so long to wash the dishes."

"Mom, look what she's doing!" Xu Qingzhou complained to Ms. Wang.

"You're not happy about being fed fruit?"

From Wang Xiaping's perspective, all she could see was Song Yao's hand around Xu Qingzhou's waist; she couldn't notice anything else.

"."

"no."

Xu Qingzhou wanted to say something more, but the claws on her waist had already made a forceful gesture.

Song Yao's gaze darkened, but she maintained her smile as she stared at Xu Qingzhou, the threat in her eyes unmistakable.

"Not what?"

Wang Xiaping noticed that the two young people's expressions were a bit strange.

"I want to say that I was wrong."

Xu Qingzhou gave in.

"It's good that you know. Xiao Yao kindly brought you fruit, and you're complaining about it."

Wang Xiaping quickly washed the grapes and heard people playing mahjong outside. She took the grapes out and said, "You two hurry up and come out to eat some fruit."

"Move quickly."

Song Yao raised an eyebrow and walked out with cheerful steps.

12: in the morning.

Chengnan Road.

Although it was late at night, the streets were still bustling with activity, the shops on both sides were brightly lit, and people were coming and going in the square.

Xu Qingzhou and Song Yao were still strolling around the streets. They had just taken the Song couple home. They had eaten at the Xu family's house on New Year's Eve and would be visiting the Song family's house on New Year's Day.

At the intersection, the two stood waiting for the red light.

"It's Chinese New Year again. Time flies so fast after we start working." Song Yao looked up at the lanterns on both sides of the road. This was their fourth Chinese New Year together.

Xu Qingzhou said, "After adulthood, the body's metabolic rate decreases, which leads to a delay in the transmission of nerve signals. The 'mental clock' that the brain perceives objective time deviates more from the actual clock, creating the illusion of accelerated time."

"In adulthood, repetitive sexual activity accounts for over 75%, compared to 15%-20% in childhood. The brain's memory storage density for daily events decreases to one-fifth of that in childhood, resulting in a time compression effect due to insufficient key events during recall."

Song Yao continued.

"Two lunatics."

Next door, the young man shook his head and muttered a complaint under his breath.

Song Yao shifted the blame onto Xu Qingzhou: "See? Who told you not to speak human language?"

"You're not yet."

"I'm just going along with you."

The two chattered on and on.

"We still need to buy a house next time we come back." Xu Qingzhou led Song Yao around the corner and headed towards Wutong Residential Area.

"Yes, we have a lot of people now."

The Xu family only has two bedrooms, and the other one has been converted into a study. The Song family is the same; their large family can't fit everyone in.

"I thought you were able to consider everything thoroughly."

"This is my first marriage, I never expected this, and neither did you."

"This is also my first time getting married."

(End of this chapter)