Through the Book, I Became the Matchmaker for the Male Match

Chapter 92 Dear Squad Leader (40)

"It's nothing serious, it's just a slight sprain to the foot. Pay attention these few days, and you will be able to walk normally in about a week." The school doctor put a piece of ointment on the warm ankle and said.

"Thank you doctor." Thank you warmly.

He Yunye also expressed his gratitude to the school doctor, and then walked out of the school doctor's room with Wen Xin on his side, and said, "I'll take you home."

Wenxin calculated the distance between home and school in her heart, and asked suspiciously: "How to send it? You can't carry me back, can you?"

"bike."

"Bicycle? That's very dangerous!" Wenxin immediately refused and shook her head, "Bicycles cannot carry people, which violates the traffic law. If you are caught, you will be fined."

Now when money is mentioned, the long list of bright red debt amounts immediately comes to Wenxin's mind.

But she forgot that at that time, carrying people by bicycle was not a violation of traffic laws.

He Youye glanced at Wen Xin with a complicated expression, and stopped talking.

【Why!Miaomiao, you deserve to be single. ] The system sighed.

Bicycles are a must-have artifact for campus love!
It's a pity that Miaomiao refused in all seriousness!
Warm: "???"

Confused.

Does this have anything to do with her being single?
In the end, He Youye returned home with Wenxin in his arms.

Along the way, passers-by cast pity on Wen Xin.

Warm: "..."

There is a word MMP in my heart, I don't know whether to say it or not.
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It was almost six o'clock to send Wenxin home.

The sky had already darkened, and a round of bright moon hung in the night sky, emitting a cool light.

All kinds of small stalls on the street have been set up, and the storefronts of all sizes are also lit up with gorgeous lights, and the lights are brilliant.

He Youye was walking on the side of the road, looking enviously at the bustling crowd.

Why didn't he yearn for this kind of life?
But this can only be longing forever.

Alone and had to walk on the road, He Youye looked at the time.

It's past six o'clock.

Don't want to make dinner.

Let's eat instant noodles today.

With this in mind, he went to the convenience store and bought a can of instant noodles, a few sausages, and a bottle of milk.

He Youye walked very slowly, which was his usual speed when going home.

Knowing that you shouldn't look forward to it, you have never given up looking forward to something that you don't have.

He Yunye's home is on the thirteenth floor of the community.

He took the elevator to the door of the house, took out the key and inserted it into the lock.

Just as he was about to open the door, his hand suddenly stopped.

After a few seconds, as if he had thought of something, he couldn't help but let out a low laugh, shook his head, turned the key, opened the door, and walked into the room.

In the brightly lit living room, the aroma of rice wafts in the nostrils the moment the door is opened.

In the room, a familiar yet unfamiliar figure walked in and out of the kitchen, constantly busy.

Gululu——

The plastic bag in his hand fell to the ground with a whimper, a few ham sausages rolled out of the bag, and the instant noodles collided with the milk, making a "bang" sound.

What he heard outside the door just now was not an auditory hallucination!

The busy figure stopped, turned around and walked forward.

"Aye, you're back! Come and taste mom's cooking! Mom hasn't cooked for a long time, so I don't know if she's rusty."

He Youye immediately came back to his senses, and stepped back again and again to distance himself from He Mu.

He's mother couldn't help but stop, while He Youye hurriedly knelt down to pick up something.

When Mother He saw the things on the ground, she frowned and said, "Aye, how can you eat junk food? Eating these things is not good for your health, so don't eat them in the future."

He Yunye's hand paused, and then continued to slowly put the ham, instant noodles, and milk back into the plastic bag.

Standing up, she looked at Mother He blankly.

The fist holding the plastic bag was clenched tightly, the thin lips were slightly parted, and the tone was light and rebellious, "What does it have to do with you?"

Mother He opened her mouth, but thousands of words were choked in her throat again.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense.

He Youye seemed to be stagnating, pursed his lips tightly, and walked to the dining table with the junk food in his hand.

He glanced at the dishes on the table, then unwrapped the instant noodles as if nothing had happened, and started pouring out the seasoning packets.

"Aye. How can you disobey your mother? What if you eat this kind of junk food and your stomach hurts? You are now a third year in high school, and your body is the most important thing."

(End of this chapter)