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Lu Qingye raised his eyebrows: "This kid deserves a beating. Just give him two sticks and he won't dare to make trouble like this again. He didn't even discuss such a big matter with his family and made the decision on his own..."

Meng Wantang hurriedly interrupted Lu Qingye.

"Is your idea acceptable? This is Lin Hao's own life, and he has the right to choose the school he wants to go to. If he passes the exam, everyone will be happy, but if he fails, he will certainly be upset. He hopes to be admitted to that university more than anyone else. Because this is the path he chose. Even if he fails, he will not blame others. We as parents should respect our children's choices. If their life direction deviates, we will take action. Before that, you'd better be mute and don't say a word."

"it is good."

Lu Qingye didn't dare to say another word.

He just had an inherent way of thinking. In his heart, he still believed that Lin Hao was just a child, and that it was natural for parents to help and participate in such an important event in life, not to interfere.

Instead, they will tell their children the outcome of the matter frankly.

He didn't mean to interfere with his child's choice.

In the end, it was just a casual remark, but Meng Wantang started talking so much like a machine gun.

"I have already quit my job at the factory."

"Then you should rest at home for a few days. You have worked hard."

Meng Wantang nodded: "By the way, the salary was also paid today."

She had just come back and was busy comforting Lin Hao, and the things were still in the cloth bag she carried with her and she hadn't taken them out.

Meng Wantang hurried over, took the cloth bag, and took out the envelope inside.

"It's one month's salary in total, and I also got a sofa as a reward. I put the sofa in Lin Hao's room."

Lu Qingye had no objection: "All is fine."

Anyway, that was earned by Meng Mantang with her own ability, she could give it to whoever she wanted. Even if she sold it, he would not interfere.

"Hey, why is there so much money in the envelope?" Meng Wantang counted it and found that there were actually two hundred more yuan in it.

Two hundred dollars is not a small amount of money.

Many people only earn 40 yuan a month.

As a result, when Director Qu arrived, he actually gave him 200 yuan at one time.

"After receiving this money, I will definitely send some design drawings to the furniture factory."

It’s not that Meng Wantang was unwilling, but she just didn’t want to owe anyone a favor.

"Don't you want to draw new products for them?" Lu Qingye asked.

Meng Wantang was confused: "Not really. It's just that it makes people feel uncomfortable psychologically. It feels passive. If it weren't for this, maybe I would have drawn two new designs for him when I got home tonight."

"You were admitted to a university, so they must have given you a big red envelope for that reason. And you were admitted to Yanda University. Your Director Qu is quite a man. He gave you a big red envelope on behalf of the furniture factory, which was meant to compensate you. In fact, this money should have been given to you. If it weren't for that Lu Junsheng who interfered, you would have received more than just these two hundred yuan."

Receiving red envelopes is supposed to be a happy thing.

Lu Qingye didn't want Meng Wantang to misunderstand.

Meng Wantang thought about it and realized the same thing: "I deserve this money and shouldn't have any psychological burden. Even without this money, my relationship with the furniture factory is closer than with other factories."

"You're right to think so."

Meng Wantang smiled and moved closer, sitting on Lu Qingye's lap, hugged his neck and kissed him.

"Thank you, Director Lu."

Lu Qingye raised his eyebrows: "That's it?"

"What else do you want to do? In broad daylight, you can't do anything you want." Meng Wantang stood up with a smile, held his face with her fingers and kissed him again, "You'd better wait until night."

Meng Wantang stood up and took two steps before she was caught by Lu Qingye.

She suddenly lay on top of him and asked nervously, "What are you doing? You don't really want to do this, do you?"

Lu Qingye buried his head in her chest, his voice low and hoarse, full of fatigue.

"Don't move, let me hold you for a while."

Meng Wantang also knew that he had been very busy recently. He was on a business trip for seven days a few days ago, and it seemed as if these seven days had evaporated into thin air.

She felt sorry for him, so she just snuggled in his arms obediently, acting like a human pillow.

After a while, Lu Qingye let her go.

"You're not talking about cooking. Let's go together now."

"No, I'm just cooking, you're not needed." Meng Wantang pushed him back to sit, "If you really have nothing to do, take a nap, I'll come and call you when it's time to eat."

Lu Qingye was indeed a little tired, but he still struggled to get up and help.

"I'm not tired. Besides, I'm used to it."

"But I'm not used to it." Meng Wantang deliberately poked his chest fiercely to prevent him from getting up, "Lu Qingye, I'm in a good mood today. Don't make me angry. Don't worry about whether I'm tired or not? Don't worry about anything else. Just pretend that none of us exist. Then, concentrate on doing what you want to do, understand?"

Lu Qingye nodded.

He was indeed tired.

"If you want to sleep, go ahead. If you don't want to eat at home, go out for dinner." Meng Wantang generously slapped the envelope on Lu Qingye, "Take this, buy whatever you want to eat, don't save it for me."

Lu Qingye smiled angrily.

Meng Wantang was stunned for a moment.

Lu Qingye had laughed before, although he rarely did, but Meng Wantang had seen it before.

She just had never seen Lu Qingye so relaxed and laughing from the bottom of his heart.

Now it was Meng Wantang's turn not to want to leave.

What a disaster.

"I'm going to cook. If you go out, tell me."

"it is good."

Lu Qingye had no plan to go out. After Meng Wantang left, he took out a lot of money from his pocket.

The amount was rounded up to an integer for Meng Wantang, which was exactly 500 yuan.

He listened to the voices in the yard, put the envelope under his pillow, and fell asleep unknowingly.

When Meng Wantang came in after finishing the meal, she found that he had fallen asleep, and she didn't call him to get up and eat.

She left a separate copy for Lu Qingye.

Lu Qingye wanted to rest at home, and Meng Wantang wanted to accompany him, so she didn't sneak out to do anything else, but fried meatballs and made barbecue at home.

Lu Qingye took a bench, sat down and looked at Meng Wantang quietly.

Meng Wantang fried the first meatball and secretly stuffed it into his mouth.

"Is it delicious? Try it to see if it's salty enough."

“Exceptionally delicious.”

After Lu Qingye tasted it carefully, another meatball appeared in his mouth.

Meng Wantang smiled: "Then try two more."

Lu Qingye felt like he was back in his childhood, except that at that time, he was not the one eating the meatballs.

The meatballs came out in one pot.

Meng Wantang put the new meatballs into the pot and poured the freshly cooked meatballs into a small bowl.

She raised her voice and shouted, "Gousheng, come here."

Gousheng had already smelled the fragrance from the pot, and he didn't dare to go over unless his mother called him.

Now hearing the sound, he jumped up instantly and then ran towards her quickly.

Waiting with sparkling eyes.

Meng Wantang smiled and said, "Take these meatballs to your grandma and your great aunt."

The smile on Gousheng’s face disappeared instantly.