Lu Shaojia's little ancestor is a forensic doctor

Chapter 342 You Shouted In A Dream

At the dining table, Lu Zhixing brought up the last soup, and thoughtfully helped Meng Yao put a bowl in front of her.

"Let's eat, these are what you like to eat. If you have anything to say, let's talk after dinner."

Looking at the three dishes and one soup on the table, Meng Yao shook the hand under the table, then nodded, picked up the small half bowl of rice in front of him and started eating.

Not to mention that the dishes are all her favorites, she even knows that she only eats half a bowl of rice every time she eats, and she wouldn't believe it if there was nothing between them before.

The two of them had a quiet and warm meal, something neither of them had expected before entering the room.

After the meal, Meng Yao got up and was about to help clean up the dishes and go to the kitchen to wash the dishes, but as soon as she picked up the bowl, Lu Zhixing snatched it, "I'm here, you didn't do these things before, you go sit on the sofa !"

"I'll be fine soon."

Looking at it, she quickly cleaned up the dishes on the table and went into the kitchen. It was not until she heard the sound of water running in the kitchen that Meng Yao recovered her senses, turned and walked towards the sofa, sat on it, then picked up a book on the table and read it twice. .

Good guy, it's still a book about anatomy, and you don't need to think about who it is.

With a wry smile, Meng Yao simply took off her shoes and sat cross-legged on the sofa to read a book when she heard the sound of running water in the kitchen. Then she became more and more relaxed, and finally she half leaned on the sofa.

When Lu Zhixing came out, he saw this familiar and long-lost scene.

At this time, Meng Yao was like many times before, wearing home clothes, cross-legged and lazily leaning on the sofa with a book in her hand, frowning from time to time, pursing her lips from time to time, and sometimes unconsciously when she was fascinated by it. Biting your finger, like now.

Lu Zhixing walked over unconsciously like many times before, took out a tissue and took out her fingers, and whispered while wiping, "How many times have I told you, no matter how clean you wash your fingers, Put it in your mouth and bite."

"Understood, why are you more verbose than my mother." A subconscious sentence came out of Meng Yao's mouth, and then both of them froze.

Their eyes met, and the natural reaction of the two was worth a thousand words. Even if Meng Yao hadn't remembered the past between the two, this subconscious reaction could not deceive anyone, let alone herself.

"Well, I, I'll go first, grandma will be worried if I go back late." Meng Yao withdrew her hand in a panic for a moment, and walked towards the door without her shoes on.

Seeing her confused operation, Lu Zhixing strode forward and pulled her back, pointed to her feet, "You forgot to put on your shoes, and you haven't changed your clothes yet, maybe you want to wear them?" Go home like this."

Unconsciously, Lu Zhixing spoke in a much lighter tone. After all, Meng Yao's current reaction was much better than he had imagined. It can be said that it completely exceeded his expectations, and this was still in the absence of any conversation.

And judging from the current situation, it seems that there is no need to talk about it.

Let the past be the past, the important thing is the future.

If Meng Yao can really forget the past, then he is willing to let her fall in love with him again and spend a lifetime with her happily.

After his reminder, Meng Yao ran straight into the bedroom with bare feet, changed her clothes and came out after a while, without raising her head, hurriedly walked to the door to change her shoes, "I'll talk to you later if you have something to say. gone back."

Putting on his shoes, Meng Yao turned around and was about to open the door, but was suddenly taken aback by Lu Zhixing standing behind him, "You!"

"I'll take you downstairs."

Lu Zhixing smiled at her, and while she was in a daze at his dimples, he bent down and kissed her face, "This will be my reward for cooking tonight, welcome to come again next time!"

Speaking naughty words, Lu Zhixing took advantage of her surprise and opened the door, then took her hand and went out.

At night, Meng Yao had a dream.

In the dream, Lu Zhixing smiled very nicely just like tonight, a pair of mischievous dimples caught her gaze deeply like an unfathomable vortex, and then kept asking her, "When will we get married? "

"You have to be responsible to me, let's get married!"

"...Let's get married!"

"Let's marry!"

Early in the morning, Meng Yao, who had two dark circles under her eyes, came back from a run. As soon as she entered the restaurant, she attracted Zhuang Ling and Liu An's attention, as if she was a different person after going out for two laps.

"What's the matter, is there a flower on my face?" Meng Yao wiped her face and picked up the water glass to drink.

Liu An glanced at Zhuang Ling, who gestured to him.

After receiving the order, Liu An cleared his throat, put a cup of tea on his lips as a cover, and asked casually, "Did you meet Xiao Lu last night?"

Meng Yao nodded, "See you."

Liu An took a sip of tea, "Have you eaten together?"

"Eat." Meng Yao felt that Liu An was a little strange today, and even Zhuang Ling looked at her a little strangely.

"What's the matter? Grandpa, you can say whatever you want, it doesn't look like you at all."

Liu An coughed to relieve his embarrassment, then stared at her closely and asked, "Did he propose to you again?"

"Have you agreed?"

The room was silent for two seconds, then Meng Yao spit out a mouthful of water, and then coughed non-stop, "No, cough, cough, grandpa, what are you talking about!"

"How could it be possible for me and him, you, cough, cough, don't talk nonsense!"

Liu An glanced at Zhuang Ling, who looked at Meng Yao suspiciously, and finally muttered softly.

"No, I clearly heard you say marriage proposal, marriage or something. Could it be that I heard you wrong?"

"Impossible, I've been listening for a long time!"

"Grandma, what have you been listening to for a long time?" Suddenly Meng Yao's cold words sounded beside her, causing Zhuang Ling to give her a blank look.

Zhuang Ling looked at Liu An and tried her best to say that she heard it right, "It's just a proposal, marriage or something, I really listened."

Looking at Meng Yao, "Tell me, what did you guys do last night? All you talked about in your dreams was Xiao Lu. Do you remember what happened before?"

Meng Yao curled her lips and shook her head, "I never thought about it, I can't be talking in my sleep, you must have heard it wrong."

In line with the principle of not admitting to death, Meng Yao directly yelled hungry when she saw that Zhuang Ling wanted to continue talking, "Oh, I'm starving to death, grandma, don't just gossip, can you eat, I'm about to Hungry."

Seeing that she didn't want to talk, Liu An and Zhuang Ling looked at each other and shook their heads, then they went into the kitchen and started serving breakfast.

Seeing that she had fooled herself, Meng Yao breathed out lightly, patted her chest with lingering fear, secretly hating herself for talking in sleep, and the dream was full of Lu Zhixing, "Yaoshou, I am really going to die. "

(End of this chapter)