The story of Rose starts with being a brother

Chapter 49 Brother, you are so annoying! (Please read! Please vote!)

Huang Zhenhua once asked his sister if she really broke up with Zhuang Guodong and would never see him again. They were still in Paris, so everything could still be salvaged.

At that time, Rose was in pain when she was sober, then she drank to numb herself, and then went through the painful cycle again after she sobered up. After she heard what her brother said, she covered herself with the quilt and said:
"Brother, I don't know. Don't ask me that! And don't mention him!"

This is what love-brain is like. Although Rose understood some things instantly from this relationship and broke up with Zhuang Guodong on the spot because of her emotions, it was impossible for her not to regret it and not to think about the other person afterwards.

Most people can remember their first love for more than ten years. No matter how clear-headed and awakened Rose is, or how much she tries to persuade herself, she will not forget this relationship so easily.

What's more, she has been staying in Paris every day these days and has been reminded of the past, and there is a culprit downstairs!
It was good enough that she didn't rush down to meet the other party!
So when Huang Zhenhua carefully recalled his sister's answer and state, he estimated that what his sister said before about breaking up with Zhuang Guodong was at least 90% likely to be true!
However, Huang Zhenhua felt that it was unlikely that they would just break up and never see each other again.

After all, my sister once said that even if she had the chance to do it all over again, she would fall in love with Zhuang Guodong again. The power of white moonlight and first love is so great!
Therefore, Huang Zhenhua, who loves to tell the truth, said to Zhuang Guodong very sincerely: "Eh? That's not necessarily true!"

……

On Wednesday, November 11, Huang Zhenhua and his sister were preparing to return home.

In the morning, Monica helped Huang Zhenhua review the French he had currently mastered.

"Student Huang, your language talent is amazing."

"Haha, it's mainly because Teacher Monica taught well."

French student Huang Zhenhua is about to drop out of school. His teacher Monica feels reluctant to let him go while giving her comments. This student is excellent in every aspect.

"Mr. Huang, will you come to Paris again in the future? It's such a pity that I can't teach such an outstanding student like you to graduate."

"I may come to Paris again in the future. I am also very sorry that I can't continue to learn French from you. I wonder if you have classmates or friends in my country so that I can continue to learn French."

Huang Zhenhua really meant what he said. He has only learned a little French so far, and he will definitely continue learning it after returning to China.

Whether it is an international student studying in China or a foreign company in China, he can always find a teacher who is willing to teach him.

Of course, he also has certain requirements for teachers. After all, he prefers the current way of learning that combines education with entertainment.

Monica's blonde hair was loose, and her blue eyes blinked as she said, "I'm sorry, Huang, I don't have any French friends or classmates in your country."

After a pause, she said with a half-smile, "I do have a German classmate from my time at Penn. She works in your country's capital, but her French is not very good."

Huang Zhenhua's eyes lit up. He had to learn more anyway, so learning German would naturally be no problem.

He smiled and said, "Really? It doesn't matter. I want to learn German too. I just don't know if your classmate is half as pretty as Teacher Monica. You know, a good teacher can help me learn more efficiently."

"Bad student, I wish you had as good a talent for German as you do for French."

“Of course, I know a little German—Sieg Heil!”

"???"

……

In the afternoon, Huang Zhenhua took his sister, who still looked a little depressed, to the airport.

"Sister, you seem to be taking love seriously. Should I laugh at you or pity you?"

Huang Zhenhua looked at his sister's absent-minded appearance through the rearview mirror and couldn't help but continue to joke:

"If you haven't made up your mind yet, I can send you back and wait until you have made up your mind before making a decision. Don't worry, I fully respect your opinion and will never say anything more!" Huang Yimei, who was immersed in the emotion of heartbreak and reluctance, didn't want to speak, but she still said unhappily after hearing this:

"Respect me? Then what kind of bullshit did you say to Zhuang Guodong the night before yesterday? What do you mean I haven't broken up with him completely? Is there a way to break up completely or not?"

Faced with his sister's barrage of questions, Huang Zhenhua looked innocent.

"Hey, hey, hey, I explained this to you yesterday. I asked you before if you wanted to break up with him completely and draw a clear line between you and him, and you said you didn't know, so this is all I can say."

Mr. Huang always likes to tell the truth.

First, he did not exaggerate, and second, he did not make subjective assumptions. His answer at that time was 100% based on the facts of his sister's situation.

"..." Huang Yimei didn't want to talk anymore. She turned her head back to the window, wanting to continue savoring the sadness of saying goodbye to Paris.

Huang Zhenhua laughed and said, "Did you call Zhuang Guodong yesterday to explain or refute what I said?"

"..."

"Then there is none! Isn't that the same as what I said?"

"Brother, you are so annoying!"

……

At noon on November 11, the brother and sister returned to Beijing. Huang Yimei returned to the Tsinghua family building, while Huang Zhenhua returned to his house in Zhongguancun.

In fact, he had already purchased some real estate in Beijing, but this wedding house bought from Zhou Shihui was the first residence that truly belonged to him since he came to this world.

So most of the time he prefers to live in this two-bedroom apartment in Beijing.

After returning home, Huang Zhenhua took a look and it was obvious that Shen Jiayi had come to clean the house during this period. The entire house had been tidied up, and even the portrait sculpture of him in the art room had a rough model.

Huang Zhenhua looked around and found an unexpected surprise in the corner.

After Shen Jiayi lost the bet to him, she asked her to make an art sculpture for two people. After that, every time he asked her, she avoided the question. He thought she wanted to go back on her word, but he didn't expect that she actually started doing it secretly while he was abroad.

Unfortunately, it is currently only made of clay.

Huang Zhenhua squatted down and carefully looked at this unfinished art work. Well, the general image was restored, but it looked like just an unfinished model.

It’s this posture... Huang Zhenhua thought about it and realized that he and Shen Jiayi used it twice, once in Beijing and once in Shanghai.

At that time, I saw her blushing face, closing her eyes and shaking her head, so I thought she didn’t like it!
Oh, women! They actually like being held just like children...

After taking a shower and tidying himself up, Huang Zhenhua drove the familiar Jetta to CAFA to pick up Shen Jiayi.

He told the people in China yesterday about his return today. Considering that his child's studies should not be delayed, Huang Zhenhua refused Shen Jiayi's request for leave to pick him up.

When the Jetta was about to arrive at CAFA, Huang Zhenhua received a message on his cell phone.

Bai Xiaohe: Are you back yet? I want to talk to you about something.

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