After Rebirth, I Am the White Moonlight of All The Big Brothers

Twenty minutes later, the game of chess continued.

Han Ting held his chin, frowned, fell into contemplation, and then took the next step cautiously: "General."

Jiang Fuyue sat up straight, and the "scholar" moved forward to protect the "general".

Temporarily relieve the crisis.

Han Ting: "Again."

Jiang Fuyue's "scholar" returns.

As a result, Han Ting took it back and ate her car!

Jiang Fuyue snorted softly.

Han Ting raised his head and looked at her with a smirk: "Hehe..."

It took a full forty minutes before the game of chess was finally played.

Although Jiang Fuyue won in the end, it was not as easy as winning the old man.

Han Ting scratched his head, but was not frustrated: "I just said that my skills are not good, look, I really lost, and it took so long..."

He thought it was normal to decide the winner in ten or twenty minutes like the old man did.

As everyone knows, the more difficult the opponent, the more evenly matched the two sides, the longer the time will drag on.

"How long have you been studying?" Jiang Fuyue said suddenly.

"Ah? Learning what?" Han Ting was not in the state.

"Chess."

"en..." He thought for a while, "Two months? Yes, more than two months, less than three months, what's wrong?"

Jiang Fuyue's expression suddenly became complicated.

"sister?"

"It's okay, you're very talented."

"...?"

Once, Ye Qianji said that Lou Mingyue's chess learning is a high-level qualification.

But now Jiang Fuyue can feel that Han Ting's talent in chess, at least in chess, should be better than hers.

After all, when she learned chess for two or three months in her last life, she could not play at this level.

Han Ting was a little confused and didn't believe it at all, feeling that his sister was comforting him.

But this love, he still took it, and showed a grateful smile to Jiang Fuyue.

Jiang Fuyue knew that he had misunderstood, but did not explain, only asked: "Do you like chess?"

"I didn't like it when I didn't understand it before, but after I know the rules, I think it's quite fun, like the beheading game, where you get rid of the little guys along the way, and finally kill the big boss. "

Speaking of games, the child's eyes lit up, but he was very excited.

After Han Ting went upstairs and returned to his room, Jiang Fuyue found Han Shen.

"Yueyue? Why are you here?" Han Shen was quite surprised to see Jiang Fuyue looking for herself in the study.

She didn't talk nonsense, she simply talked about her playing chess with Han Ting.

Han Shen didn't quite understand it, and his confused look was exactly the same as Han Ting's. He really deserved to be a father and son: "...chess? When will the stinky boy play chess?"

Don't you just hold that broken basketball all day?

The corner of Jiang Fuyue's mouth twitched, how did she not pay attention to her son?

Are you sure it's biological?

Jiang Fuyue said solemnly again: "Han Ting can play chess, and he is very talented in this regard."

"Just him? Talent? Yueyue, stop joking..." Han Shen waved his hand as if he heard some funny joke.

Jiang Fuyue's face was slightly cold: "Uncle, do you think I'm joking?"

Han Shen's smile froze for a while, his eyes were stunned, and when he met her serious eyes, he responded after a while: "...Really?"

"Um."

"But I still don't quite believe it, that stinky brat has never been straight since he was a child, this..." He suddenly told him, in fact, the brat is quite good?

To be honest, Han Shen is also used to seeing strong winds and waves, and still feels caught off guard and unbelievable.

He may have been disappointed too much, and gradually gave up hope. He didn't even think about handing over the heir to Han Ting. When he retired, he would ask professional managers to manage the company.

Han Shen: "Maybe he just made a mistake? Or is he really playing a little better? As for talent... can't talk about it?"

"Uncle, he almost beat me." Jiang Fuyue reminded him word by word.

Han Shen froze, then lowered his eyes and fell into contemplation.

After a long time, he raised his eyes again, and his dark pupils showed a faint bright color: "Yueyue, do you think Arting is talented?"

"Yes."

"How tall is it?"

"Worthy of being a national player."

Han Shen was shocked.

...

After saying what she should say, Jiang Fuyue left the study and returned to her room.

After taking a shower, changing into pajamas, and picking up the phone on the dresser, I realized that there were three missed calls, all from the same person!

She hurriedly called back, and after the beep, the other end was quickly connected, but she didn't take the initiative to speak.

have to! Angry.

"...Professor Xie?" Jiang Fuyue opened her mouth tentatively, her cool and sweet voice with a bit of coaxing caution: "Did you sleep?"

"……No."

"Look at the moon tonight..." Uh!

The moment Jiang Fuyue looked at the sky through the window, her words stopped abruptly.

Because there is no moon tonight.

Apparently the other side found it too, and sighed softly, "People who are perfunctory don't even know how to find a better topic."

"Where's the perfunctory? I'm clearly coaxing you."

"Coax, coax me?"

"Yeah, you're angry, or I'm the one who caused it, shouldn't I have a good coax?"

At the other end, Xie Dingyuan held up the phone, and his ears suddenly turned red.

Well, it must be that the temperature of the phone screen is too high!

"I'm sorry, I'm home, my phone is in the room upstairs, and I didn't hear your call."

Immediately, Xie Dingyuan was like a slack ball, and he lost his anger.

"I heard Mr. Xu and Professor Peter say that you left the lab this afternoon and haven't answered the phone. I thought something happened..."

Jiang Fuyue didn't answer the phone, usually because she was at work, and her phone was muted or turned off.

But when he's not working, he still doesn't answer the phone. No wonder Xie Dingyuan is worried.

"It's fine."

"You are at home?"

Xie Dingyuan: "Well. How about you?"

"Me too."

The man's Adam's apple rolled: "After taking a shower? In the room?"

Jiang Fuyue: "Well."

"Then... can you make a video?"

"OK."

The two hung up and switched to video chat.

At the moment of connection, Jiang Fuyue wearing a pink suspender nightdress appeared on the screen, and the yellow light hit the girl's snow-white and thin shoulders, smashing into a tender.

A slender neck, delicate collarbone, covered with milk jelly-like smooth and white skin.

The man was stunned.

goo-dong-

He swallowed reluctantly.

Jiang Fuyue blinked: "Are you thirsty?"

"Thirsty...still hot."

"?" It's late autumn, where is it still hot?

Oh, it is estimated that Xie Dingyuan is like her. The floor heating is turned on in the room. Isn't she also wearing a nightdress?

The two chatted for a while.

During this period, Xie Dingyuan's eyes fluttered, and every time he touched the screen, his eyes bounced off.

Jiang Fuyue: "...Do you still have something to do?"

This person has obsessive-compulsive disorder, she knows it, and it is estimated that today's task has not been completed, and she is embarrassed to hang up voluntarily, so she is restless.

Xie Dingyuan: "...what?"

Jiang Fuyue understands this feeling very well. Today is the end of the day, and she is like this too.

"Then go to work, go to bed early after work, good night!"

After speaking, the call is ended.

Xie Dingyuan: "?" This?

...

When Jiang Fuyue went downstairs the next day, he saw that Han Shen and Han Ting were already sitting in the restaurant for breakfast.

The atmosphere between father and son was not very pleasant.

Han Ting finally put on a weekend, and finally managed to sleep in. He is not like an uncle. Except for filming, he can be a pig at home during the rest of the time. He can sleep as long as he wants.

Therefore, he especially cherished the time to sleep during the holidays and weekends. As a result, his father didn't know what the wind was blowing this morning, so he rushed directly into the bedroom and dragged him out of the bed?

Han Ting was dazed at the time, his eyes were also drowsy and hazy.

In a trance, I thought it was a dream, so I waved a flies-chasing gesture to his father: go away, go away, it's annoying...

Han Shen saw that he couldn't wake up, so he started directly.

After being squatted twice on the butt, Han Ting was completely sober.

Look at the time, it's only 7:50!

"...Dad, are you crazy?" the soul asked.

The one who responded to him was his father's loving troublemaker, who made him scream.

"Get up, wash up, give you a quarter of an hour to clean up, then go downstairs for breakfast."

Han Ting sat on the bed full of resentment, with an exploding chicken coop on his head, and he was helpless.

"Oh, by the way," before leaving, Han Shen did not forget to turn his head and instructed: "Be more formal, that custom-made white tuxedo is good."

Han Ting: Are you really sick? In the early morning, you can't go to any banquet, can you? Then he wears a fart tuxedo?

In the end, his elbows still did not cross his thighs, so Han Ting could only go downstairs dressed like a man.

At this moment, he was eating sandwiches while complaining: "Dad, you made me dress like this, where are you going to take me? Wouldn't it be a blind date? You, you, you finally want me to sell it to another rich family. Are you married?!"

"...something."