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

She took a deep breath, turned around and answered seriously: "I'm just a little tired today, and I've never been to the vacation you mentioned, so I can't make any decent suggestions."

Hearing what she said, Wen Yao suddenly softened his heart: "Don't your family members take you on a trip?"

He really didn't quite understand that almost all his friends had been flying around the world since they were young. It was normal to go on vacation frequently. He knew that Meng Liu's family situation might not be very good and he couldn't afford to go abroad, so he couldn't afford it at home. Play it.

This is probably the so-called why not eat minced meat.

Meng Liu looked into his eyes: "I am an orphan and have no family."

One sentence blocked all his doubts in his chest. He felt a rare feeling of guilt. He put the car in gear again and set off. He said dryly: "That's it, it's okay. I'll take you to all the places you've never been before."

"Ah."

This time Wen Yao didn't dare to act like a monster again, and he got home smoothly.

Maybe he felt that he had mentioned her sadness before, so he was a little flattering as soon as he entered the door, and even condescended to help her take out the slippers.

Meng Liu looked coldly without commenting.

She was indeed a little tired today. She broke up, moved, and went shopping. She didn't do any strenuous work, but she was tired. This kind of tiredness was mental.

"I'm going to take a shower first."

Wen Yao nodded, sat in the living room, opened his notebook, and started working on his work.

The bath didn't last long, and Meng Liu was thinking very openly. Since they were in this kind of relationship, certain things were unavoidable. This was why they came, not to mention that she had to sleep with Wen Yao.

Putting on long-sleeved pajamas, Meng Liu yawned and went to the kitchen to pour water.

A pair of hands came around from behind and kissed along the side of the face: "You smell so good."

Meng Liu shrank unconsciously as the place where he kissed her was filled with warmth. Her reaction obviously made Wen Yao very happy, and he laughed softly.

"I'm going to take a shower first, wait for me."

"Ah."

While waiting for him to take a shower, Meng Liu sat on the sofa and took a look at his computer and heard about technology.

She silently wrote down the name of the company, put the trophies that Fang Ping had returned in the cloakroom, and then went to bed and turned on a small lamp to play with her mobile phone.

Wen Yao went to bed covered in moisture and hugged her: "What are you playing at?"

Meng Liu raised his phone towards him. It was a popular shooting game.

She has always been familiar with various games, and once won the world championship, so she can operate them perfectly once she downloads and becomes familiar with them.

As a rich second generation, everything is fine for eating, drinking and having fun.

Wen Yao had also played the game she played, so he could tell her level.

He reached over and turned off her mobile phone screen: "Go to bed and play tomorrow."

Meng Liu instantly understood what he meant and reached out to turn off the light.

His body was immediately covered with a fiery body.

In the darkness, he accurately aimed at Meng Liu's lips and kissed her deeply. His hands were not idle, measuring her body inch by inch. Eventually both men were out of breath.

He chuckled and tested it. Meng Liu couldn't avoid it, took a breath of cold air, and subconsciously resisted.

"I won't touch you." He kissed me again, "Collect some interest first."

In the end, she maintained her innocence and just used her hands to help Wen Yao solve his needs.

For more than a month after that, Meng Liu was like a canary raised by Wen Yao. He didn't go anywhere and stayed at home all day long.

He didn't come here every day during this period, maybe there was still something new, and he always came there five days a week.

I did a lot of other things at night, but I never made it to the last step. I don't know if it was for psychological reasons or for other purposes. In short, I just didn't pierce the window paper.

I didn’t mention the vacation I mentioned before, maybe because I was busy with work.

Near the end of August, Fang Ping approached Meng Liu with the completed student status information.

Wen Yao is here today.

She took it and looked through it, a little surprised. The admission notice from University A stated that school would start in September. Meng Liu never imagined that he would become a college student

Wen Yao thought her expression was cute and said with a smile: "I don't object to your desire to learn and improve, but if you are too busy, you won't have time to accompany me."

Meng Liu understood instantly. This guy felt that reading in the morning and studying in the evening was too much time, so he arranged it this way. The main thing was to put his needs first.

No wonder he had tested her many times before on what major she wanted to study in college.

This was University A, a dream school for many students, not to mention that the major Meng Liu wanted to study was a top major.

She once again had a deep understanding of Wen Yao's power.

Meng Liu felt that Wen Yao seemed to be playing a development game now.

He patted Meng Liu's butt and said, "Go change your clothes and accompany me to a dinner party in the afternoon."

"With whom?" Meng Liu asked.

Wen Yao pinched her face: "Don't worry, it's all my fault. I won't let you go to those messy drinking establishments."

Meng Liu obediently walked into the cloakroom, wondering if that meant that he might see Chen Qingrou today?

Yes, she already knew that woman's name. Wen Yao and his second generation friends had a private group, and the only woman in it was Chen Qingrou.

Her avatar is clearly a highly polished picture of herself.

Meng Liu dressed up very casually. She was no longer dressed carefully, but more for her own comfort.

So she didn't even wear a skirt, just a pair of jeans and a T-shirt.

She was so good-looking, even when she was making sacks. Wen Yao didn't say anything when he saw her. He saw her with a plain face and said, "Why don't you use the lipstick I bought for you?"

She doesn't need liquid foundation, concealer, mascara, or anything like that, but Wen Yao thinks she can still put on lipstick. Isn't it said that it can improve her complexion?

Meng Liu responded and took out an unopened lipstick from the cabinet.

Wen Yao laughed and took it: "I'll apply it for you."

He carefully turned off the lipstick and stared at her mouth. The red lips were not red. He instantly felt that wearing lipstick was a stupid decision.

But he couldn't take back what he said, so he applied a layer of lipstick on her carefully. Meng Liu pursed his lips and spread the lipstick evenly.

The bright red immediately shocked her beauty again.

Wen Yao frowned in distress and took out a napkin: "Forget it, it's better not to apply it."

She doesn't want others to see her like this.

Meng Liu interrupted him and took a photo with his phone with a black screen: "No, just leave it like this."

Wen Yao could only look at her with deep eyes. Finally, he found a way to eat her all by himself downstairs at the destination.

Meng Liu pushed her away angrily and wiped her cheeks stained by lipstick.

Wen Yao smiled bitterly, and after she finished packing, the two of them went upstairs hand in hand.

This group of them has a fixed meeting place, a teahouse in the imperial capital.