The Sweetness of the Seventies-Chapter 92 The Male Lead’s "Explosive" Entrance (300+ Monthly Tickets)_1

Chapter 92: Chapter 92 The Male Lead’s "Explosive" Entrance (300+ Monthly Tickets)_1

Having gathered information about He Tiantian from her parents and those detestable love letters, Qi Jianguo had deduced quite a bit. After careful scrutiny over this period, he had gleaned a lot of valuable information.

"He Tiantian, you’ll never escape the palm of my hand again."

With such an obsession, Qi Jianguo fell into a blissful slumber, his mood uplifted.

He Tiantian was unaware that Qi Jianguo had woven a vicious web, seeking the chance to cast it over her.

At this moment, He Tiantian was dreaming of her parents and saw the handsome and sunny Huo Yingjie.

Huo Yingjie kissed her, and He Tiantian actually smiled happily! It was so sweet!

After a night of pleasant dreams, He Tiantian woke up in high spirits.

Contrasting with He Tiantian’s good mood, at a certain research institute, Huo Yingjie was bowing his head, listening to middle-aged Auntie Director Liu rambling on about socialist views on love!

To summarize in one sentence, it was the great man’s quote, "Dating without the aim of marriage is hooliganism!"

No wonder Director Liu remained an auntie, the great man was truly great; they were worlds apart.

In only fifteen words, the great man had summarized what Director Liu took half an hour to say.

"The girl is from the city, you know. Who knows when she’ll return to the city? With such a distance between you, it won’t be easy in the future. You have to think it through," Director Liu coaxed gently, "I have a niece..."

Huo Yingjie’s handsome and fair face was flushed with anger and from holding it in; he hadn’t had a chance to use the toilet for four straight hours from morning to noon in the lab. As soon as he stepped out, his colleague mentioned that Director Liu was looking for him for a letter. Knowing it was a love letter from He Tiantian, he couldn’t wait to go to the restroom and rushed to get the letter.

"Director Liu, please give me the letter quickly, my bladder is about to burst!" Having said that, Huo Yingjie grabbed the letter and darted toward the restroom.

"Hey! I haven’t finished talking," menopaused middle-aged Auntie Director Liu muttered, "Cultured people really are different, just say it if you can’t hold your pee, instead of saying your bladder is about to burst. If it were someone uneducated, they wouldn’t even understand what a bladder is!"

Whoosh whoosh whoosh...

Amid a series of "whoosh whoosh whoosh," Huo Yingjie unconsciously let out a comfortable "huh huh..."

Just as Huo Yingjie was halfway through, a head poked out from the stall next to him, taunting,

He wanted to continue but instantly pursed his lips, feeling envious.

Being stared at by a man like that, Huo Yingjie was so scared that he quickly turned his body around, his backside facing the person!

"Zhou Yuan Chao, get the hell away from me!" Huo Yingjie cursed. He had to protect little Yingjie well; he planned to have several babies with little Tiantian before the one-child policy kicked in! After all, he was capable and could make money, not afraid of being unable to support them.

"Hey hey hey, I was complimenting you!" Zhou Yuan Chao said laughingly, as he always liked to joke around.

"Keep it up, and it won’t just be your face getting hit, it’ll be your mouth next," retorted Huo Yingjie, not one to be trifled with despite his youth, not willing to suffer in silence and betray the name of the institute’s number one Casanova!

Successfully shut up the motormouth Zhou Yuanchao.

This pee, quite twisty in the middle, took longer than usual!

Huo Yingjie carefully buckled his belt and, without looking at Zhou Yuanchao, who was red-faced and neck-swollen from holding it in, simply said at the door, "I heard there’s braised pork in the canteen today..."

"There’s braised pork? Why didn’t you say so earlier?" Zhou Yuanchao stopped squatting, wiped his butt, pulled up his pants, started to tie his drawstring, and walked out.

"Aren’t you constipated?" Huo Yingjie glanced sideways at Zhou Yuanchao, this little rascal. He had a hundred ways to punish this loose-lipped Zhou Yuanchao. Although they were good brothers, when it came to tricking each other, he absolutely wouldn’t go easy.

Zhou Yuanchao grumbled unhappily, "What’s constipation got to do with it? Eat the braised pork first. If I don’t press it down with food, I won’t be able to poop at all..."

After saying that, he dashed off to the canteen, nothing like the hulking man who was just squatting in the toilet stall, red-faced and neck-swollen.

Huo Yingjie leisurely washed his hands, took out the neatly folded handkerchief from his jacket pocket, wiped his hands, folded it again, and put it away.

If Zhou Yuanchao were still there, he would definitely scrunch up his nose and tease Huo Yingjie for being effeminate and fussy.

At the canteen, Zhou Yuanchao, holding two food containers, looked at Huo Yingjie with resentful eyes and complained, "Didn’t you say there was braised pork? Look... this is clearly just eggplant stewed with too much soy sauce..."

Zhou Yuanchao, who detested eggplant most in his life, felt his constipation getting worse.

"Oh?" Huo Yingjie feigned surprise, "From a distance, it looked just like braised pork. Sorry, I didn’t see it clearly!"

Zhou Yuanchao continued to shovel rice into his mouth while complaining, "You did it on purpose, didn’t you? Are we still brothers or not?"

"Of course, we are," Huo Yingjie replied, "but since we are brothers, give me some of your universally accepted Grain Coupons."

"Sending Grain Coupons to your sweetheart again?" Zhou Yuanchao asked, suggesting that this had happened more than once.

Huo Yingjie nodded, "Yeah, we dine in the canteen, so we save quite a bit each month. I want to send some to her, so she doesn’t go hungry in a strange place." Huo Yingjie expressed his concern. Not only sending Grain Coupons but also money. He had saved up thirty yuan, and would send twenty to He Tiantian, keeping ten for himself was enough.

"You, a big man, don’t drink or smoke. If it weren’t for the fact that you’re not missing any parts compared to me, I’d wonder if you were a woman," Zhou Yuanchao teased. He and Huo Yingjie shared a room, and it was always him who smoked solo, standing by the window and enjoying a couple of puffs under the crescent moon.

"Smoking and drinking don’t fill you up anyway. Next time you get up in the middle of the night to sneak a smoke, I’ll definitely kick you out," Huo Yingjie warned. He didn’t smoke now and certainly didn’t want to inhale someone else’s second-hand smoke.

"Ah, you’re a hopeless romantic too. Look at all the girls with good conditions in our research institute who have their eyes on you, and yet how you cling to your childhood sweetheart and won’t let go," Zhou Yuanchao voiced his incomprehension. He didn’t get Huo Yingjie’s preference for the distant over the near at all, a classic case of giving up an entire forest for one sapling!

The hand Huo Yingjie held his chopsticks with paused slightly, as if confessing, he said with a soft melancholy, "Once I let go, I’ll never find her again."

"Ah, truly a Casanova, I admire you," Zhou Yuanchao said with folded hands, not understanding what’s going on. Perhaps it was because he had never experienced love himself, he didn’t know the taste of love, and was not judicious in his assessment.

Huo Yingjie laughed. He could withstand the current hardship, as long as she was well, everything was fine.