Woman In Irish Linen Shirt

Chapter 154:

It was the first time I saw Miss Pan De such a mess.

“Didn’t you say that he is still in a state of self-deception and refuses to admit the fact that you came out?” Miss Pan De paced back and forth in the not-so-large study, and had to switch directions in six or seven steps, “I should How do you say hello to him, do you think it’s not polite for me to just introduce my name? I haven’t learned more expressions…or if I speak English, you can translate for me? Is that okay, Yao?”

Thinking of this good idea, her eyes lit up suddenly.

When I was about to speak, Miss Pande suddenly stopped her steps and put her hand on her chest: “Is it too informal for me to wear this? I have to change clothes… Maybe a gray suit? Do you think a sweater or a shirt is better? ?”

I pressed Miss Pande’s shoulders: “He is just an ordinary middle-aged man, nothing terrible. Why are you more panicked than I see Rajiv?”

“Rajif is nothing!” She raised her voice a little, “Rajif is not terrible at all!”

I pursed my mouth: “Are you serious?”

Miss Pande paused: “Okay…but that’s your father, it’s different. I think I’m still—”

“Sonia. Sonia, Sonia—” I stopped her, let her look into my eyes, “It’s okay. His video is still connected, just say hello to each other, it’s nothing, okay? ? And I will always be there.”

Miss Pan De held hands with me and followed me nervously.

Back in the living room, I gestured, confirming to her with my eyes. She took a slow and deep breath and nodded at me.

I’m much calmer than I thought. I don’t know if it’s just my dad, or I’m fearless.

She makes me very proud.

I picked up the phone.

Miss Pan De’s smile looked very stiff: “Hello, Dad.”

I “bang” the phone down.

Miss Pan De grabbed her hair: “How do you say that word? How do you say that word?”

“Uncle.” I taught her, her heart beating fast, “Uncle-Uncle.”

“Uncle.” Miss Pan De sighed, hurriedly spreading her hair, patted her chest, “Okay, I’m ready, come on.”

I glanced at her, and silently raised the phone again.

My dad is laughing.

Miss Pan De’s expression has no flaws, but she must be more nervous now than before-my arm is almost stretched by her to the point of insufficient blood supply-Miss Pan De said in a straightforward tone: “Hello, uncle.”

“Hello.” He spoke Mandarin first, looked at me, and said in English, “It’s nice to meet you, I am Li Qun, Li Yao’s father.”

“It’s an honor to meet you…” Miss Pan De let out a “Qin” voice.

I quietly read it to her, and she smiled and said: “Qun, I think it is very memorable to see you today.”

My dad was obviously taken aback for a moment.

I said silently, “Today is my birthday, Dad.”

He made a very low “Oh”, his expression was slow, and he was calm, and then said, “Happy birthday, Yao Yao.”

“Thank you.” I smiled faintly. “Let me introduce this. This is Sonia Pande, the most talented and knowledgeable woman I have ever met. She is also my girlfriend.”

My dad slowly nodded: “Hello, Sonia.”

Miss Pan De hugged her with a smile, as if she was looking for a suitable greeting topic.

Only then did I realize that she even forgot to introduce herself. Fortunately, my dad doesn’t mind that the elders first report to the family. He was not good at dealing with strangers. I have no plans to familiarize them: neither my dad nor I can say how familiar, at least today is not a good time.

Thinking of this, I quickly stopped the embarrassing conversation before Miss Pande spoke: “I know you still have something to do?”

I raised my eyebrows at her.

The two greeted each other like textbooks again, and I took advantage of the chaos to rescue them.

In the video, only our father and daughter were left looking at each other. My dad hesitated and said: “She is very…”

“It’s beautiful, I know.” I smiled.

“It looks very upright.” My dad nodded, “Which country is your friend from?”

“She is Indian and her mother is Polish. She grew up in the United States.” I glanced at Miss Pande next to her. She looked up at the bookshelf in the distance, pretending to turn a deaf ear to this place, even though she clearly couldn’t understand what we were talking about-weirdly cute.

“Did you know each other when you went to school?”

I paused and responded: “But I’ve only been together this year.”

“Oh.” My dad nodded again.

At the end, he said: “You have a good time, Dad is very happy.”

I looked at him: “She is more than just my’friend’.”

“I know.” My dad was silent for a while, “Ah, I forgot to say it just now. You tell Sonia for me, that I welcome her to come to our guest.”

I closed my eyes: “Okay.”

“Then you play yours? Is there anything else?”

“Nothing.” I said, “You can cook the noodles.”

My dad was in no hurry to hang up.

I waited silently, not urging him.

Is this also my aesthetics? I squinted my eyes: Is this my love for my dad, or a certain degree of nostalgia?

My dad is still my dad, and I am still me. The relationship between people can’t stick with glue alone. The package was opened today, but I did not feel relaxed.

On the contrary, there is a strange feeling that surrounds me-it seems inaccurate to say that it is ‘surrounded”, because it should have rushed out from the inside.

I learned later.

I am reconciling with myself.

Waiting for a few seconds resulted in my dad’s inquiry: “If you want to replace a larger room, tell dad that I have been relieved here. I will find a way to send the money to you.”

I laughed out loud, but I didn’t expect that he would say this to me: “Thank you Dad, no need. You can keep the money on the company account for turnover.”

“Are you… over there, how about your work?” His words seemed to float out of the clouds, without any confidence in the temptation.

“I’m doing pretty well at work.” I pursed my lips, “Now I’m in charge of fifty or so people.”

“Oh.” He was silent for a second or two, and added, “That’s good. Congratulations, Yao Yao, Dad is very happy for you.”

Why is his fragility so exposed?

I frowned slightly, then forced a smile and said, “Then we’ll go to eat first, and you should eat earlier.”

He came back to his senses: “Ah, good.”

“Goodbye, Dad.”

“goodbye.”

When the video call was hung up, I walked to the sofa, sat down heavily, and lay on my back. As if she sensed my tiredness, Miss Pande walked over and looked at me questioningly: “Do you want a hug?”

I nodded vigorously.

She is so warm.

“Is my sleeves ice?” My chin was nestled in her neck.

Miss Pan De shook her head: “I like us holding it like this.”

“Me too.” I sniffed her hair. “I like the smell of your shampoo.”

“You and I used the same shampoo today.”

“Your body smells better, maybe it has something to do with the perfume you wear.” I pressed her neck and slowly rubbed behind my ear, “Tulip?”

“Yeah.” She turned her head, as if to kiss my face, but I knew she just wanted to keep me away from her ears, “Bride also released a neutral fragrance of saffron and rose floral scents this year. It is said to have the smell of early spring.”

I rubbed her ear: “That sounds illusory.”

Miss Pan De laughed helplessly, and whispered: “Yao…”

“What’s the matter?” I raised my eyelids lazily.

“Why don’t we eat first?” She tried to stand up, “I have never tasted your craft. At least let me see the salad. If the situation is not optimistic, we can make other plans as soon as possible.”

“I think I can make other plans now.” I hooped her waist.

She spoiled me to the extreme, looked over, sat on my lap, and rubbed the top of my hair: “If you want. How do you feel?”

I hugged her tightly and sighed slowly.

Miss Pande embraced me.

“My feelings are too complicated, it seems that I can’t describe it in a simple word.” I kissed her on the chin, “Now in my heart, there is a happy part. Being able to introduce you to my parents makes me feel Very…very practical and safe. On the other hand, I did not share the joy of joy with my family, as if they were just a label.”

She rubbed my face: “You told your mother too?”

“Yes. I sent her a picture of us.” I lowered my eyes. “But if it is to officially introduce you to each other, I think I will be very happy, very happy-just before that I have to learn how to get along with my mother. , Shi Yi Shi Yi, the situation is different, we have to find a new way of getting along. Especially now, I can feel that there are still many emotions towards her hidden in my heart, some are negative, and there are also positive emotions, such as I have missed and worried about her for many years.”

“Step by step, don’t worry.” She looked at me, “I will be here.”

“I know.” I closed my eyes and leaned against her.

Miss Pan De and I are cuddling each other. I never knew that intimacy is such a thing. It is extremely soft, but it can withstand wind and frost. It is obviously only a small happiness, but it is not extinguished by the cold or wildfire.

Just her skin, her body temperature, her habitual perfume, my exhaustion immediately melted into soothing, I had the confidence, and the **** and soul that became brave.

“I feel very tired and tired.” I slowly began to talk again, “I thought I would be in a state of anxiety, maybe I could find something that I hadn’t noticed before, maybe I would feel relieved. I have to say, I There is an expectation about unpacking, and this expectation is sometimes unrealistic. I just didn’t expect that I would be so tired. As a beginning, this exhaustion gave people a poor impression. ”

Miss Pande sat up a bit, found my eyes, and said, “I am very proud of you.”

I pursed my lips: “I feel tired and I don’t know what to do.”

“Um…” She looked at me, “Maybe we can start by changing the wet shirt?”

I was stunned and laughed: “You are right.”

Miss Pande gave me a kiss.