From the birth of a son to the separation of Nuwa and her path to becoming a god

Secretary Wang accepted his fate and got up to arrange the driver.

The car was speeding along.

We arrived at Haishi when the sky was slightly bright.

Meng Liu was still asleep.

Another pair of big hands covered her body. This time he didn't do anything, he just held her tightly in his arms.

There was heat coming from behind her, and she changed her position so comfortably that she lay on Wei Jinyuan's chest and fell asleep.

Wei Jinyuan looked complicated.

He thought she would be with Wei Zelin.

Unexpectedly, she had misunderstood. She was just participating in the dance rehearsal for her alma mater’s centennial anniversary.

But why didn't she tell herself when she left the capital?

Early the next morning, Meng Liu woke up and saw a pair of dark eyes staring directly at him.

"You wouldn't have watched like this all night, would you?" she asked wordlessly.

Wei Jinyuan did not answer this question but asked something else: "Why didn't you tell me when you left the capital?"

"Why should I tell you? You didn't even report your itinerary to me." Meng Liu retorted confidently.

Wei Jinyuan's hand rubbed her back: "You can ask me."

"I don't...um..."

Her mouth was blocked, and this time he attacked her lips slightly roughly.

A pair of big hands roamed freely.

Meng Liu slightly blocked his chest: "Well... no..."

Wei Jinyuan stopped.

"I'm going to rehearse."

His voice was a little hoarse, and he was obviously emotionally moved: "Well..."

Watching Meng Liu get up hurriedly to wash up and change clothes, he leaned on the bed and stared at her.

After packing, she took her bag and said, "Shall I go then?"

"I send you."

Wei Jinyuan parked the car without haste, but did not leave. Instead, he followed her to the dance troupe.

"You can just send it here." Meng Liu advised him.

Wei Jinyuan tied the scarf around her neck: "I will accompany you today." After saying that, he took her hand and held it tightly with their fingers intertwined.

Colleagues from the dance troupe came intermittently. When they saw Meng Liu and a strange handsome guy, everyone chatted privately.

"Is that handsome guy Sister Meng's husband?"

"Yes, I saw it posted on Sister Meng's WeChat Moments."

"Sister Meng's life is so good. She has such a handsome husband and he actually accompanies her to work. I'm envious..."

"That handsome guy looks so familiar. I seem to have seen him somewhere."

"Come on, you say that to every handsome guy you meet."

"I don't know if I can talk about something like this in my lifetime..."

Meng Liu entered the dance studio, took off his coat, and handed it to Wei Jinyuan: "Hold it for me."

Revealing the close-fitting training clothes under his coat, Wei Jinyuan's eyes darkened a bit. He looked around and he breathed a sigh of relief when he didn't see the man.

After everyone arrived, the rehearsal started.

As the main dancer, Meng Liu has a lot of moves. Not only does she have to perform perfectly, but she also has to move in a certain way. No step can be wrong.

She just came here yesterday. In just one day, she almost memorized the movements. What she needs next is repeated practice.

Dance practice was relatively boring, but Meng Liu didn't notice it and rarely took a break in the middle.

Wei Jinyuan did not take out his mobile phone to handle work. Instead, he stared at her over and over again.

This caused another heated discussion among the other girls.

"Sister Meng's husband is so kind. There is love that cannot be hidden in his eyes."

"Oh my god, my boyfriend couldn't help but stop playing with his phone when he came to stay with me. His eyes never left Sister Meng's eyes all morning."

"He's handsome and cute. He can even get some sweets when he comes to dance practice. I'm so sore..."

The day's practice ended quickly. Meng Liu's body was already sweating, and her chest was rising and falling as she panted.

Wei Jinyuan handed her an unscrewed bottle of water, and she took it and drank most of the bottle.

Putting on his coat: "Let's go."

Wei Jinyuan was afraid that she would catch a cold, so he asked her to wait at the door of the dance troupe while he drove the car over.

Everyone left in twos and threes. Only a few colleagues picked up their mobile phones to call online taxis and waited at the door with Meng Liu.

After leaving the dance troupe for a year, she didn't know many of the new people. The only one she knew well was the artist who sent her a WeChat message.

Literary took her arm in a familiar manner: "Sister Meng, your professional level is still so high after not dancing for a year, it's really amazing."

Meng Liu smiled shyly: "Everyone's cooperation is also very important."

"By the way, where's your husband?"

"He drove off."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wei Jinyuan drove over and stopped at the door. He got out of the car, gathered Meng Liu's coat, opened the passenger door and let her get in the car.

"Then I'll leave first?" Meng Liu turned around and said hello.

"Yeah, bye, Sister Meng!"

The two left.

Only a group of girls were left to discuss together.

"Wow, is that a Maybach?"

"He is so rich. He is handsome, rich and loves Sister Meng. Her life is also very good."

Wenyi frowned: "Meng Liu is not bad either, but his looks and figure are not the best."

"There are many beautiful girls like her, but few are rich, handsome and handsome."

A girl with a slightly round face exclaimed: "Ah! I remembered, I saw Sister Meng's husband in the financial news before! Is his surname Wei?"

Wenyi nodded, Meng Liu invited her when they got married, and she vaguely remembered that her surname was indeed Wei.

"That's right, he is the president of the Wei Group, and he often appears in financial news." She rummaged through her phone and found it quickly, "Look, is it him..."

A group of girls took over their phones and saw that the man in the picture looked exactly like Wei Jinyuan.

"I really want lemon essence. What kind of luck does Sister Meng have?"

"If I had a husband like this, why would I dance? Wouldn't it be better to be a rich wife at home?"

Seeing that they were going too far, Wenyi interrupted: "Okay, don't worry about other people's affairs. Let's dance well this time."

She and Meng Liu were college classmates, and they had a good relationship. They always knew that her family was in good condition.

I also knew that she got married right after graduating from college. The other party was a rich man named Wei.

But she had no idea that he was so rich and that he was the president of the Wei Group.

For a while, I had mixed feelings in my heart.

Wei Jinyuan took Meng Liu to a private restaurant in an alley.

He ordered some of her favorite sweet dishes.

Meng Liu asked him while eating: "When will you go back?"

He paused while picking up the food: "You really want me to leave that much?"

Meng Liu: "..."

She didn't understand why Wei Jinyuan was so stubborn. Every time he asked him something, he never answered directly, but always asked her about her attitude in a roundabout way.

She didn't like this, put down her chopsticks, and said seriously: "Wei Jinyuan, I don't like you being like this. You always think about others and talk about others. We are husband and wife, and we should speak directly about everything, instead of trying to beat around the bush. Calculation.”