girl, you're wrong

Chapter 28 Isn't that a married woman's hairstyle?
"Go to the door to harass, prepare a little courtesy, not respect."

Wang Wanrou put the gift box on the coffee table, which seemed to be some expensive tea set.

Xing Yuanzhi quickly accepted it here, as if it would be snobbish to look at anything, and then replied with a smile according to the etiquette of the family:
"No, Yashi is here, Peng Dishengxin."

The so-called "Yashi" is a popular honorific title among children of aristocratic families.If it is a poor family or a commoner, then the children of the noble family should be called "noble people".

The rancid feudal class is almost unreasonable when it comes to calling this useless cultural practice.Even if they are from the same family, the more distant the relationship or the greater the class gap, the more etiquette they have to interact with each other.

The Cheng Xing family's highest ability user is also the fifth-rank, and the gap between the third-rank and the fifth-surname family is actually quite large.However, because of Wang Xinzhi, Wang Wanrou and Xing Yuanzhi were also familiar with each other, so they were not polite, and they chatted with Xing Yuanzhi quickly.

"Yuanzhi, your house is really clean." Wang Wanrou looked around and said with a smile, "Although our house is often cleaned by servants, it is far from being as neat and tidy as yours."

"Really?" Xing Yuanzhi said modestly, "Actually, it was the housekeeping robot that cleaned it."

The Taiyuan Wang family has a very strange family rule that prohibits the use of electronic devices in the clan.For example, Wang Wanrou's mobile phone must be handed over to the warehouse after returning to the clan, and stored in a lead box that is shielded by static electricity.

In fact, many families have similar rules against high technology.

The origin probably dates back to the implantation test of supercomputing chips. At that time, some scholars believed that a supercomputing chip connected to the cerebral cortex could be implanted in the body to replace the manual calculation of brain development, but after implantation, it was found that the blood vessels of the experimenters were implanted. There has been a massive decline in intensity.

For a while, the argument that "technology damages blood" was rampant, and many aristocratic families cleaned up all the computers in their families.Although it was later discovered that as long as the body is not implanted and replaced in a mess, the bloodline strength will hardly be negatively affected, but there are still many strange rules that remain.

Xing Yuanzhi knew that it was impossible for the Wang family in Taiyuan to hire a housekeeping robot, so she said this, and sure enough, Wang Wanrou changed the subject and said:

"Housekeeping robot, I thought it was Jinyang cleaning."

"He?" Xing Yuanzhi showed a strange expression, "If I can count on him to clean, I might as well hire a nimble woman who can clean even better than him."

"Haha." Wang Wanrou covered her mouth and smiled, "Yuanzhi, the way you scolded him just now seems a bit like an old couple."

Cheng Jinyang and Xing Yuanzhi looked at each other and turned their heads awkwardly.

"By the way, have you heard about the attack on Zhongshan South Road this afternoon?" Xing Yuanzhi changed the subject and asked.

"Of course, I was there at the time." Wang Wanrou showed a somewhat frightened look.

"That's right, I remember that you and I belonged to the same school." Cheng Jinyang finally found the opportunity and interjected, "It was really scary at the time, half the street seemed to blow up."

This is a lie.After so many years of nightmare training, Cheng Jinyang's first reaction when encountering a change was not to see what happened, but to quickly find a place to hide.

So he just glanced at it from a distance and saw that a store seemed to have been bombed... that's all.A fool would come close to observe the scene.

"Yeah." Wang Wanrou also said with a chuckle, "Fortunately, no one was hurt."

"Is no one injured? I'm really lucky." Xing Yuanzhi said.

"Well, there was a cake shop at the center of the explosion, but the proprietress hid in the back kitchen in time when the gunshots rang out." Wang Wanrou also patted her chest as if relieved, and replied, "It's probably an unemployed refugee. Let’s vent your grievances, there have been more and more such things recently.”

Her action of patting her chest immediately attracted Cheng Jinyang's eyes again - of course, the main reason is that the eldest lady's hairstyle is too distinctive.

The single ponytail goes around the neck, and the front falls on the chest, giving people the feeling of a gentle and demure wife. However, Wang Wanrou is a 16-year-old young girl with invincible beauty, and it is a bit inconsistent to match such a mature hairstyle.

Xing Yuanzhi coughed angrily, drawing Cheng Jinyang's gaze back.

Fortunately, Wang Wanrou didn't have a seizure, she just said softly:

"By the way, I almost forgot about the business. Senior Jinyang, I'm really sorry for a little prank last time."

"It's okay." Cheng Jinyang pretended to be generous, "I didn't know that your supernatural bloodline was this, otherwise I would definitely not agree easily."

Wang Wanrou covered her mouth and chuckled, her posture elegant.

In all fairness, Wang Wanrou's appearance is indeed a little bit higher than that of Azhi.The appearance of girl Azhi belongs to that kind of particularly pure type, and her overall appearance has six or seven points in the cold temperament exuded by her speech and demeanor, just like the beauty who came out of the classical lady's picture, which makes people feel "only acceptable" From a distance, it is not to be profaned."

But if it's an old-fashioned critic who doesn't like the pure school, maybe he doesn't have any feelings for her.

As for Miss Wang, no matter what kind of old-fashioned critics, there is no way to pick out any shortcomings from her face.The Taiyuan Wang family really lives up to its reputation. How many beautiful and handsome guys have to be used to optimize the family genes of each generation to get such a perfect appearance?
Of course, in fact, most of the children of the aristocratic family are not bad. I still prefer Miss Azhi, Cheng Jinyang thought to himself.

The main reason is that Miss Wang's temperament... is also so perfect that it makes him feel a little unreal.

Elegant behavior, gentle and pleasant tone, and an impeccable smile that always hangs on his face, as if the most exquisite script written by the most brilliant playwright, every frown and smile are all deliberately designed. .

Appreciation is ok, if you get along with such a person for a long time, Cheng Jinyang will feel uncomfortable.

After talking with Xing Yuanzhi again, Wang Wanrou said goodbye and left.

The two sent her downstairs and waved goodbye.

Wang Wanrou looked at the warm picture of them standing side by side and waving to this side, and the sense of sight of the husband and wife became stronger and stronger.

Heh, he's obviously just an ordinary, even a little lecherous boy, how could Xing Jiaqingfeng accept such a person as her future husband?

It seems that the key... is not what can be found on the bright side.

She suddenly had a strange intuition. The school physical examination next Monday might reveal some clues to this guy.

You can try a layout.

When the two returned home, Xing Yuanzhi arrested Cheng Jinyang and reprimanded:
"How can you keep staring at people's chests, it's so rude!"

Only then did Cheng Jinyang react, and he quickly explained to his fiancee that he was not looking at her breasts, but her hairstyle.

"What does the front ponytail have to do with married women?" Xing Yuanzhi said strangely, "Shouldn't you first think of a bun when talking about women's hairstyles?"

In this world, unmarried girls mostly have simple and casual hairstyles, while married women are accustomed to tying their hair into simple or complex buns to show distinction.

The corresponding hairpin is also reserved for mature women. It is true that Azhi said so, but Cheng Jinyang knew that this was a cultural generation gap, and it was normal for people not to understand, so he didn't say much.

"Anyway, next time you face her, please keep your eyes on the same level and don't move down!" Xing Yuanzhi told a few more etiquette details, and suddenly heard a knock on the door outside.

"Who?" Cheng Jinyang asked quickly.

"It's me, Cheng Xinnan." My cousin's kind voice sounded outside.

(End of this chapter)