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She heard footsteps coming towards her, and they stood there for a while, then seemed to realize that she was asleep, and then turned and left.

You don't have to think about who this person is.

Hearing the door closing, Meng Wantang breathed a sigh of relief. She opened her eyes and saw a magnified handsome face. She was so scared that she screamed and immediately rolled to the side.

Lin Su's voice rang out from outside: "Wanwan, are you awake? The hangover soup is in the pot, ask Qingye to serve you some to sober you up. Otherwise you'll have a headache."

"Oh, I see!"

Meng Wantang replied loudly, turned around and glared at Lu Qingye, scolding him in a low voice: "Are you sick?"

She admitted that she did it on purpose.

Lu Qingye was not angry. He bent down to kiss her and coaxed her: "I'll go get you some soup. You can lie down for a while. The children are not at home. You can sleep as much as you want."

"Not at home? Where did you go?" Meng Wantang was stunned and sat up.

Lu Qingye helped her get the clothes over, and Meng Wantang put on the cotton-padded jacket and found it was warm. Without asking, she knew that someone must have warmed her clothes.

"My mother is back, and the children have gone over to play." Meng Wantang originally thought about coming over for lunch at noon.

Unexpectedly, they now eat two meals a day.

The days are shorter.

I almost didn't eat lunch.

The children were hungry, so they simply ate fried rice or something like that, but the adults usually didn't eat anything, waiting for dinner at 3pm.

Since it gets dark after four o'clock in the evening, both adults and children go to bed early.

Meng Wantang changed the topic and said, "Ask mom to come over for dinner tonight. I'll get up and cook now. Well, go to the market and buy some vegetables. I'll tell you what to buy."

Meng Wantang didn't dare to look at Lu Qingye when she was talking. She quickly put on her clothes and was about to go downstairs to find a pen and a notebook. Before she could stretch her legs, a pen and a notebook appeared in front of her.

Meng Wantang looked up and met Lu Qingye's smiling eyes.

I feel so upset.

She was controlled by this man.

As long as she doesn't take this matter to heart, she won't care even if Lu Qingye makes fun of her.

Meng Wantang prepared herself mentally and smiled at Lu Qingye.

"Thank you for your hard work, Director Lu."

Lu Qingye curled his lips: "It's not hard. What's so hard about this? Everything is for the service of Comrade Meng Wantang."

"Don't."

Meng Wantang always felt that these words were a bit malicious.

She picked up a pen, thought about what dishes were at home and the recipe, and then wrote down what was missing at home and the dishes she needed to buy in a notebook.

"Okay, hurry up and buy it. Otherwise it will be too late."

Lu Qingye didn't leave, but put his arm around Meng Wantang's waist and lifted her up. Meng Wantang was caught off guard and bumped into her chest, almost knocking her nose off.

Meng Wantang rubbed his nose and complained: "Fortunately, my nose is real."

"Can a nose be fake?"

Meng Wantang was about to say that you are ignorant, but he stopped her as soon as she opened her mouth.

Lu Qingye's tongue tip scraped hers, and Meng Wantang couldn't bear it anymore.

He is so good at it.

These three words were the only things left in Meng Wantang's mind, which showed that he was making rapid progress.

Then, she recalled a memory and wished she could hit her head against a brick and die.

Dead memories are dead, why revive them?

Last night she pestered Lu Qingye to kiss her and sharply criticized his kissing skills, complaining that he was too rude, didn't know how to play tricks at all, and was not romantic at all.

Meng Wantang sat on him last night, holding his face, and complained: "It's not romantic at all when you kiss like this."

Lu Qingye asked in a hoarse voice, coaxing her: "Then what is romance? Teach me."

Meng Wantang said reluctantly: "Okay? Then I'll teach you."

She teaches in person and pays extra attention to detail.

She was kissed so hard last night that she felt dizzy. Unexpectedly, she was kissed again this morning.

Lu Qingye let her go, and a deep voice exploded in her ears: "I'm here to hand in my homework. Teacher Meng, do I think I passed this time?"

Pass! Really pass.

Meng Wantang gritted her teeth a little, but didn't say a word.

She reached out and pushed him away: "Let's talk about it when you come back after buying groceries."

Don't ask, the only thing you know is that he's a little drunk now.

If she hadn't been so exhausted yesterday and couldn't bear it today, Lu Qingye wouldn't have gone out to buy groceries.

Lu Qingye chuckled, took the notebook and left.

That was a strange smile.

Meng Wantang blushed.

She patted her face and muttered, "What are you doing? Why are you so disappointing? Didn't he just smile? What's the big deal? Didn't you see any handsome men when you were watching short videos in your previous life? How can you be so unsophisticated after eating so many good foods?"

Meng Wantang said this, but what she was thinking was that she could see it but couldn't eat it.

Apart from anything else, Lu Qingye's height, figure, appearance, physical strength, even his waist, his temperament, the strength in his body, his eyes and fingers, every one of them hit her spot just right.

This is a divine meal.

Cool!

Meng Wantang did not get up immediately. She lay back, grabbed the cushion next to her and rolled on the kang a few times, then bounced her legs before sitting up.

Washed my face, brushed my teeth, and combed my hair.

Meng Wantang then pretended to be a decent person and came out of the house.

Lin Su was not in the yard, but was sitting in the house reading a book.

Seeing Wen Xiuzhu coming over, she raised her eyes and frowned and said, "Why are we out just now? Does your head still hurt? I just saw Qingye riding away on his bike. If you still have a headache, go get yourself some hangover soup."

"My head doesn't hurt at all."

Meng Wantang walked over, picked up the kettle on the table and poured herself a glass of water. After drinking it, she fell on the sofa next to Lin Su and sighed.

"Oh my god, why does it feel so good?"

Lin Su: "..."

It’s just a sofa, is that a big deal?

Lin Su didn't quite understand what the young man was thinking.

"Mom, did you hear that my mother-in-law is back?" Meng Wantang turned and asked Lin Su.

Lin Su closed the book and said, "I heard that they came back last night. Your father-in-law sent them back. In the morning, she came to deliver food. She also brought a new set of clothes and a new pair of shoes for each child."

"Does that mean they are both at home?"

"Well, he probably hasn't left. I haven't heard any movement so far."

Meng Wantang glanced at the time and stood up to go to the kitchen: "I just told Qingye to invite them to dinner tonight, is that okay with you?"

"What's wrong with that? Your parents-in-law just came back from a trip. You should order some food."

Meng Wantang walked over and hugged Lin Su's neck: "Mom, you are the most important in my heart."

Lin Su pretended to push her with disgust, but did not use much force.

"You are my daughter. If you think your mother-in-law is more important than me because you are married, then I..."

Meng Wantang: "How about you?"

"Then I won't be so nice to you."

Meng Wantang laughed and stood up: "I guess you can't help but be nice to me."