The story of Rose starts with being a brother

Chapter 97 How can you, who smells like cigarettes, be worthy of me, who smells like milk?

What is the purpose of sex?
The ancient Greek philosopher Aristotle once said: "According to the nature of lust, people prefer to be loved rather than have sex. Lust is more of a desire for love rather than sex. If lust is mainly for sex, then sex is the end of lust, or sex is not the end of everything, it may also be for the purpose of being loved."

So for Aristotle, love is not aimed at sex, but sex is aimed at love, and love is the ultimate goal of desire.

Huang Zhenhua agreed with this deeply. He lay on the bed, looking at the ceiling, thinking about these philosophical questions in his mind.

Why did he and Jiang Xueqiong have a spiritual and physical communication?
Now Huang Zhenhua knows that it is the lonely Mr. Jiang who needs to be loved.

It's not just for superficial lust, superficial sex, but for something higher and more noble.

With this in mind, emotional scientist and philosopher Huang Zhenhua excitedly told Jiang Xueqiong, who was so tired that she didn't even want to move a finger, what he had just been thinking about.

"..."

Jiang Xueqiong came back to her senses and was somewhat speechless. She moved the pillow over with difficulty, leaned against the head of the bed and said:

"Mr. Huang, I didn't realize you understand philosophy."

Although they have communicated in depth, they still use the same name as before.

It's not because there's still a sense of distance, but through this bit of reserve, I can experience the hidden hint of sin and excitement...

"A little bit, a little bit." Huang Zhenhua was very modest. He asked again: "Don't you like talking about this?"

"I like it, but I want to listen to you talk." Although Jiang Xueqiong felt physically tired after expelling the demon from her body, her soul had never felt so relaxed, so she didn't mind resisting sleepiness and chatting with Huang Zhenhua.

"If you like, I'll talk more."

As a high-quality partner in bed, Huang Zhenhua has always advocated chatting with the other party afterwards.

If you just fall asleep in each other's arms right afterward, the previous soul fusion will not be complete.

Of course, if you're just having a quick meal, just ignore what he said.

He believes that what Ms. Zhang Ailing said was just a revelation. Although taking shortcuts is fast, it also requires the assistance of other content exchanges.

After studying with his Japanese teacher who loved literature, he would talk to her about Dazai Osamu and Akutagawa Ryunosuke.

After studying with my German teacher who loves art, I would talk to her about Joseph Karl Steller, Adolf… Adolf Menzel, but the other one is Austrian and not suitable for conversation.

Huang Zhenhua is not a thirsty person. There are many foreigners in Beijing and Shanghai, but he is a little picky about the teachers who can teach him foreign languages.

In order to get teachers who are both financially capable and knowledgeable to teach him a foreign language completely, he was very willing to talk to them.

Huang Zhenhua doesn't think this is a waste of time. Since it is a dance of souls, he will naturally respect his own soul.

This is also one of the reasons why he has no negative reviews so far.

Jiang Xueqiong suddenly discovered that this man was not only good at sex, but also good at oral sex. What she thought was a boring and brain-consuming philosophy became very interesting after he added some slightly pornographic adaptations.

After her sleepiness faded a lot, Jiang Xueqiong took the remaining half glass of wine on the bedside table and took a sip, then took out a lighter and ladies' cigarettes from the drawer.

"you do not mind?"

"Don't mind, go ahead." Huang Zhenhua actually smokes occasionally, so he can accept the smell.

He was just lying on the bed hugging her, and she was leaning against the headboard smoking...

"Are you smoking this after the fact?"

"Beforehand, too."

"?" Seeing Jiang Xueqiong's sleepiness disappear, Huang Zhenhua smiled and shook his head, saying, "Then you'd better go rinse your mouth first."

Jiang Xueqiong, who had just taken a sip, was stunned: "Didn't you say you didn't mind?"

Huang Zhenhua pinched it with his hand, and then said seriously:
"It's one thing not to mind, but how can you, who smells like cigarettes, be worthy of me who smells like milk?"

……

At noon on New Year's Eve, Huang Zhenhua returned to Tsinghua University's family compound.

Ignoring his sister's suspicious look, he went straight to help his parents prepare the New Year's Eve dinner.

When Huang's mother Wu Yuejiang asked why she didn't go home last night, Huang Zhenhua used the same reason he had given his sister before to deal with it.

It's all true anyway, what's the problem?

Huang's mother just asked casually. She and Huang's father also knew that their son was very capable now and they didn't need to worry about him.

I used to worry about his life-long affairs, but now I don’t have to worry about it anymore, except occasionally reminding him to give them grandchildren as soon as possible.

Huang Zhenhua naturally patted his chest and said that there was no problem and it would be available in the next two years.

Well...it’s just that the grandchild they might give birth to might not necessarily be Shen Jiayi’s baby.

But it doesn’t matter. In ancient times, the children of concubines were called the queen as their mother, and the children of concubines were called the eldest wife as their mother.

So Bai Xiaohe's baby can also call Shen Jiayi "Mom".

Not much difference, not much difference.

……

In the evening, Huang Zhenhua received a call from Bai Xiaohe just after he finished talking to Shen Jiayi on the phone.

"Zhenhua, when are you free after the New Year? My dad wants to see you."

Huang Zhenhua was not surprised when he heard the news, as he had expected this day to come.

After all, his daughter has been wanting to give birth to a child for him, so he couldn't not tell Lao Deng, right?

He is not the kind of yellow-haired guy who doesn't care about anything!
However, although Huang Zhenhua was prepared, he still said in a guilty tone:
"Xiao He, will your dad tear me apart?"

"Hehe, now you're scared. I didn't see you scared when you used your best friend as an excuse to coax me!"

"The past is the past, and this is now. Besides, was it really me who coaxed you back then? Do you want to think about it carefully?"

"..." Bai Xiaohe's face turned red in the room of the Bai family villa. She still remembered the scene when she drank some wine and got it for free.

She gritted her teeth and said, "Don't say it, or I won't help you stop my dad. He has been dissatisfied with you for a long time." "Ah? Really? Xiaohe, you don't want your child to be caught between his father and grandfather in the future, right?"

"...Bad guy!"

Huang Zhenhua laughed and said, "Then remember to help me stop your dad when I go to your house."

"I know, I know. I have already warned my dad."

"What if your warning doesn't work? It would be best if you ask your dad to leave me a good parking space that is easy to drive out when I go to your house, and then you can secretly hide your dad's car keys. That way, I won't be afraid of your dad catching up with me when I run away."

"..." Bai Xiaohe was silent for a few seconds before she said unhappily, "What are you talking about?"

Huang Zhenhua laughed and said, "If even the car I drive cannot be guaranteed to be safe, then I cannot guarantee my safety either."

Although Huang Zhenhua is not Huang Mao, he is also afraid of encountering the same dangerous situation as Huang Mao.

Bai Xiaohe sighed and said, "Don't worry, I've already told my dad about it. Just tell me whether you'll come or not."

"Come, I will definitely come. I will go through fire and water for you. I wasn't worried about myself just now. I was worried that my uncle would be cruel enough to break us up. You know, I can't stand seeing love facing tragedy."

Bai Xiaohe was also somewhat moved when she heard this. She said affectionately:

"Zhenhua, I know you are talking nonsense in all seriousness, but I am still somewhat moved."

"Because you can see my sincere heart through my words."

"..."

The topic gradually went off track, but neither of them minded. Only when the volume of the Spring Festival Gala on TV became louder did Bai Xiaohe reluctantly hang up the phone.

After Huang Zhenhua finished the call, he turned around and saw his sister standing at the door with a frown on her face as if she had eaten a lemon.

"Hey~ Because you can see my sincere heart through my words~" Huang Yimei said this sentence imitating Huang Zhenhua's tone just now.

The old sister's mean look did not cause any ripples in Huang Zhenhua's heart. He said casually:

"Why do you feel better now? When I came back today, I saw that you looked upset. I thought you were unhappy because you were accompanying Su Gengsheng yesterday!"

"..." Huang Yimei was about to show her teeth but then she retracted her smile and became depressed and uncomfortable again.

She shouldn't have come over to ask her brother to prepare dinner. She had finally adjusted her mood after a whole day, but her brother's words brought her back to square one.

"Brother, why are you asking that?" Huang Yimei couldn't help but ask as she saw her brother laughing again.

Huang Zhenhua, smiling again, said as a matter of course:
"What's so difficult about this? The whole atmosphere you're in today doesn't match the Spring Festival. Your parents didn't scold you, and Xiaozhuang and Xiaofang didn't harass you together. You were normal before you went to see Su Gengsheng yesterday, but you became abnormal after you went there. Isn't this obvious?"

At this point, Huang Zhenhua, who had already guessed the specific reason, still asked:
"What happened to you in Su Gengsheng yesterday?"

"..." Huang Yimei widened her eyes and opened her mouth slightly. She subconsciously wanted to say it, but finally held back.

Susu's affairs are secret and cannot be told to others.

Su Gengsheng drank a lot of wine yesterday, and finally couldn't help but tell Huang Yimei about his past experiences.

When Huang Yimei heard that Su Su, who had always acted so strong, was raped by her stepfather, she was completely stunned.

Later, Su Gengsheng confessed that she had been married, including the matter she had dealt with when she returned to her hometown last time.

Huang Yimei was almost exhausted after hearing all these things.

No wonder Su Su broke down and cried when she was on a business trip with me, and no wonder Su Su fainted from anger after answering the phone at the company.

This is simply a tragic novel reflected in reality.

After Huang Yimei heard about Su Su's misfortune, in addition to comforting and accompanying her, she also wanted to persuade her not to be a burden to the family, but she didn't know how to start the conversation, after all, she was just an outsider.

This is also the reason why Huang Yimei has been frowning today.

Seeing that her brother was still looking at her curiously, Huang Yimei took a deep breath and turned around to prepare for dinner. If she continued chatting, she was afraid that her brother would trick her into revealing something.

Since the younger sister didn't want to say anything, Huang Zhenhua shrugged and didn't ask any further questions. He knew it anyway.

……

As the countdown to the Spring Festival Gala ended, Huang Zhenhua finally entered the year 2004 in this world.

After the family clinked glasses, Huang Zhenhua's cell phone kept ringing.

In addition to Shen Jiayi and Bai Xiaohe, divorced young women, foreign teachers still in the country, and subordinates in the company also sent New Year greetings.

Huang Zhenhua replied to all of them one by one. After all, except for those few people, sending a group message to the others would not be troublesome and would also make it seem like he was not ignoring them.

However, the news from one person surprised him.

Zhou Shihui: Happy New Year, Lao Huang! You wanted to work with me, have you heard from me yet?
"..." Huang Zhenhua almost forgot about his name, Nalan Shihui, in the past two years.

After reading this message and looking at Huang Yime who had adjusted her mood and was chatting with her parents, Huang Zhenhua fell into deep thought.

Is Zhou Shihui coming to compete with Zhuang Guodong and Fang Xiewen for the Central Plains?
Or should we prepare for him the scene where Guan Zhizhi attacks the Yunlan Sect?
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