Granny Meng gave her a bowl of soup

Still worried, Xiao Mingyu called Zhang Hui before boarding the plane.

Whether it is now or when she was a student, in the eyes of her friends, Xiao Mingyu is the kind of high-ranking and unsmiling goddess who can wipe out the mast and scull with a wave of the fan in her hand. Say a few words, occasionally passing by, she will easily give others a look.

But for such a person, a beautiful accident occurred in her life.

——Song Wanyue.

She is her robbery.

Over the years, Ming Yu has changed a lot, from being aloof and alienated at the beginning, to being upset and tossing and turning just to win the moon; Create a quest for a home.

For what?

Mostly love.

When Zhang Hui received a call from Xiao Mingyu, she couldn't help but wonder why. She said in a low voice, "Hey, Mr. Xiao, why bother you to call me? Is there any arrangement for your mother?"

Xiao Mingyu stood in the waiting hall, looked at the blue sky outside the window, and said softly, "Well, Xiao Huizi, my mother would like to invite you to drink."

Zhang Hui burped, and was speechless: "What's the matter, do you think I used to serve my mother's daily life? Let me tell you, I can't be easily hired, but now I—"

Xiao Mingyu hooked her lips, and blocked everything she had with one sentence: "Receive the red envelope."

Zhang Hui glanced at the red envelope on the phone, and was shocked: "Ahhhhh, Xiao Mingyu, last week I wanted to eat Haidilao, and you told me that you had no money for a treat. Now, in order for me to serve Wan Yue , How many digits is this??? Do you have friendship in your heart???"

The sky is getting foggy again, it looks like the rainy season is coming, such a day is very suitable for Xiao Mingyu to sing a poem: "Friendship is precious, love is more expensive."

Zhang Hui: "... hang up."

After half an hour.

Song Wanyue, who was lying on the bed and repeatedly listening to Ming Yu's voice message, was woken up by Zhang Hui.

Facing Fa Xiao who grew up together since she was a child, Song Wanyue didn't give her any patience, wrapped in a bath towel, sat on the bed, listened to Xiao Mingyu's WeChat, and sniffed her shirt at the tip of her nose.

Zhang Hui carried a lot of bags and bags in her hands, and even ran a long way to buy Wan Yue's favorite spicy hot pot. She put the things away and entered the house excitedly, and saw that Wan Yue was like a puppy. Holding a ball of clothes there, sniffing and sniffing.

……

After a moment of silence, Zhang Hui couldn't help asking, "What are you doing?"

You know, Song Wanyue is also a well-known beauty in their circle. She is the kind of intellectual beauty who covers her mouth with her hands when she wants to laugh, and always speaks softly. When she is at home, she looks like this... this little woman.

Song Wanyue turned her head, her eyes were full of tenderness: "It smells good."

Zhang Hui stared at her with protruding eyes, Song Wanyue smiled slightly, and asked friendly and generously: "Do you want to hear it?"

The smell of Ming Yu really fascinated her like a poppy, no matter how much she smelled it, she couldn't get enough of it.

Zhang Hui's eyelids twitched, and she smiled on the skin: "Thank you, I won't—"

Before she finished speaking, Song Wanyue put the clothes into her arms and said in a low voice, "I just made a casual suggestion, and it's mine."

Zhang Hui: ...

She was really about to explode.

In order not to make Wan Yue feel uncomfortable, Zhang Hui turned on the lights in the living room on purpose, and the house was brightly illuminated.

She and Wanyue grew up together, and they understand their living habits and temperament very well. Wanyue is most afraid of the dark and lonely, so we used to go out to play together. No matter where a hotel or a homestay is for a rest, the first thing she does when she enters Just turn on all the lights, and the room is brightly illuminated.

"Why do you turn on so many lights during the day?" Song Wanyue was not in the mood, "Ming Yu doesn't make money easily, so she can't waste it like this."

Zhang Hui: ...

Ming Yu was busy with all the big and small things in the family. In fact, from the perspective of making money, the two of them were no longer the miserable relatives when they left their homes and first arrived in Beijing. But in this city, it can be regarded as a foothold, and there is no need to worry about food and clothing.

Let alone now, even when the two of them lived in a rented house of less than twenty square meters, Ming Yu never did her any harm and tried her best to treat her well.

How do you save now?

Song Wanyue put the shirt on directly, and sighed: "If it wasn't for making money to support me, Ming Yu wouldn't be so busy. From today onwards, I will save money."

Zhang Hui: ...

I fuck.

to beat.

Zhang Hui said patiently: "Since you're saving money, don't you eat spicy hotpot? A meal of over a hundred is enough for you to pay for electricity for several days."

Song Wanyue stood up all of a sudden, tugging at her slender neck like jade, "Then let's start tomorrow!"

Zhang Hui: ...

Just know her virtue.

Xiao Mingyu was really used to it.

Zhang Hui feels that she has been young for ten years, not only has she not matured, but she has become more and more like a child. She is completely sorry for her gentle and delicate appearance.

Song Wanyue washed her hands and sat in front of Zhang Hui, her eyes were fixed on the spicy pot, and she secretly swallowed her saliva, but she had just picked up the chopsticks when she suddenly remembered Ming Yu's explanation when she left.

——Especially don’t order the spicy hot pot, the oil outside is not clean, you will feel uncomfortable after eating it.

Zhang Hui glanced at Song Wanyue, and originally wanted to ask her why she didn't eat, but her eyes were so good, following her neck, she could see everything she should see and what she shouldn't see.

My goodness.

How long have the two been tossing about.

Song Wanyue is a beautiful woman, there is no doubt about it, but back then, it was her whiteness that allowed her to plant the seed of a goddess in the hearts of boys and girls and dominate the coquettish for several years.

Skin like snow, no, even whiter than snow.

What is the name of a poem?

Zhang Hui thought for a while, oh, by the way, it was that sentence - the people around me are like the moon, and the white wrists are covered with frost and snow.

When I was young, the fart kids would call each other nicknames, such as shit, sunspot, and fat.

Only Song Wanyue's nickname has been so sweet since she was a child.

--White Rabbit.

But now, under the jade-like crystal skin, patches of red are like red plums and snow, slipping down from the neck...

As if feeling the scorching gaze, Song Wanyue grabbed the collar with her hand and gave Zhang Hui an angry look: "What are you looking at?"

If Mingyu found out, he would kick her ass.

The friendship between the two who grew up naked made Zhang Hui brazenly praise, "You are so white, Wanyue, why are you so white? Also, you two are too... too passionate. After so many years, you can still be so frivolous." Are you not tired of crooked?"

Song Wanyue frowned, she looked into Zhang Hui's eyes, her red lips parted slightly: "Ming Yu said she couldn't get enough of it no matter what."

Zhang Hui: ...

Hey.

Everyone has a life.

She is really too bitter.

She came to wait on her mother early in the morning, and even pinched her nose and poured her stomach full of vinegar.

Song Wanyue looked at the spicy pot, swallowed secretly, then looked up at Zhang Hui, a warm smile suddenly appeared on her cheeks, and her eyes were tender.

For this flattering smile, Zhang Hui accepted it all with no expression on her face, and said coldly, "Eat it, I won't tell Ming Yu."

Wan Yue was happy, she got up and hugged Zhang Hui's arm: "I knew that Huihui is the best for you."

Zhang Hui: "...you straighten your tongue and speak for me. I'm not Ming Yu, so I have no luck."

Fortunately, Zhang Hui has gotten used to it over the years.

She wandered around the house, took out the fruit prepared by Ming Yu from the refrigerator, squeezed the juice, and turned on the TV to enjoy watching.

Song Wanyue was still holding Xiao Mingyu's clothes, looking absently at the clock hanging in the living room, "It's half an hour away, I checked the weather forecast and it's been raining over there, let her bring some more clothes Clothes just don't listen."

Zhang Hui directly ignored her and giggled "hehe" at the funny scene on the screen.

Song Wanyue glanced at her, and said faintly, "Ming Yu looks much better when she smiles than you."

Zhang Hui: ...

endure.

Song Wanyue picked up the juice on the table, she took a sip, and quietly said, "Mingyu's juice is better than yours."

Zhang Hui became angry, "The fruit is the same, the machine is the same, does she have flowers on her face? She squeezes it better than me?"

Song Wanyue stared at Zhang Hui with her long and narrow eyes, and said quite seriously: "My Mingyu, she is prettier than Hua."

Zhang Hui: ……………

Forget it.

She still doesn't care about madly lovers.

However, Zhang Hui felt the anger in her heart: "I said Wanyue, you are almost fine. Now society is advocating independent women in the new era. Why don't you answer the call? You see, you take one bite at a time." Ming Yu, if you let your students know, don't laugh at how naive Teacher Song is."

Song Wanyue: "How can you make a joke? They should be very envious, talking sour words like you."

Zhang Hui: ...

What new age women.

Song Wanyue lowered her head, thinking about Ming Yu's appearance, her lips, her eyes, she smiled slightly.

Zhang Hui shivered, rubbed the goose bumps on her body, and shook her head.

Really.

Over the years, she has talked with several friends one after another, but she has only seen the love between Ming Yu and Wan Yue in novels, and never really experienced it.

These two are probably what people call a match made in heaven.

Both hearts were given to each other.

A whole-hearted dependence, a whole-hearted enjoyment of being dependent.

One is willing to fight and the other is willing to suffer.

******

Xiao Mingyu has been busy for the past few days, various meetings are squeezed, and the heads of various departments need to clear up, running around, not to mention sleeping, even eating time is squeezed, and there is not much left.

With love in his heart, people will be extraordinarily ambitious, no matter how busy Xiao Mingyu is, he will not feel tired.

She thought about her Wan Yue.

No matter how busy he is, going to the toilet or drinking water, Xiao Mingyu will send her a message, take a photo of himself and send it to Wan Yue.

She would harass Zhang Hui almost every day, asking her to take care of Wan Yue, especially staring at her for breakfast.

After being woken up during the fourth sleep-in period, Zhang Hui exploded, she sat up from the bed, her hair was messed up like a chicken coop, and she croaked: "Xiao Mingyu, are you Wanyue's mother??? Can't she live without you???? Ahhhh, are you finished?"

Xiao Mingyu lowered his head to sign the document, while holding the phone far away from his ear, and praised with a smile: "You are so smart, my Wanyue just can't do without me."

Zhang Hui: ...

vomit.

Finally got Zhang Hui up to watch Wanyue, Xiao Mingyu took away the phone, slender fingers slid out the photo of her and Wanyue to have a look, there was a gentle gleam between his brows and eyes.

Her Wanyue is like her little girl.

In this life, nothing can separate them except death.

She will take care of her for the rest of her life.

In fact, Wan Yue is also secretly and crazily missing her, because she knows Ming Yu's character, she dare not post too much.

Only the sixth night.

She sent Ming Yu the word "Miss".

Ming Yu was lying on the bed exhausted at that time, and her team was still busy in the room. Today is the finishing stage, and the more it is at this time, the less chaos will happen.

The return ticket for tomorrow afternoon has already been booked, and she will be able to see her Wanyue soon. With strong perseverance, Xiao Mingyu picked up her phone and sent a video to Song Wanyue.

Obviously, Wan Yue didn't expect Ming Yu to have a video with her, she was surprised and flustered, she was still wearing Xiao Mingyu's shirt, just glanced at the screen, her eyes turned red: "You've lost weight."

Ming Yu originally had the kind of physique that could not eat fat. She was tall and thin since she was a child. Now, she has only seen her for six days, and her chin has shrunk again. Her face is only the size of a palm. She looked at the screen with a smile, and slowly lifted her He raised his hand and stroked the screen with his fingertips, "Are you obedient, eat well, and sleep well."

Song Wanyue nodded, "Yes, I am very good, waiting for you at home."

The person in front of the camera was obviously smiling, and tears were about to flow down. The longing in her heart was like vines clutching Xiao Mingyu's heart. She bit her lip and restrained her emotions: "I will go back tomorrow afternoon, and the air ticket is all gone. It's settled."

Song Wanyue nodded: "I'll pick you up."

The two of them didn't speak any more, they just stared at the person on the screen bewilderedly at this moment.

In the end, it was Xiao Mingyu's team who came over to make fun of him.

"Who is it? Sister Wan Yue?"

"Haha, who else can make our boss be so obsessed except her."

……

The team led by Xiao Mingyu is very young. Although they are afraid of this cold-faced boss at work, they have a good relationship in private.

Xiao Mingyu and Song Wanyue are the open secrets in their team, they are all young people, they can accept respect and give blessings to such a relationship.

Song Wanyue smiled and looked at the people who were making a fuss together at the camera, and Xiao Mingyu who scolded them with a cold face, the corners of her lips couldn't help but rise.

Xiao He's eyes were very sharp, she looked at Song Wanyue on the phone, and covered her mouth with her hands exaggeratedly: "Wow, sister-in-law, your clothes belong to our boss, right?"

A few moments nearby booed, "Oh my god, it's so romantic, in this dark rainy night, wearing her clothes, smelling her smell, missing her in a home without her, her hair, she—— "

"Are you free?"

Xiao Mingyu's cheeks were slightly red, she turned cold and threatened a few people with her eyes, everyone laughed and made a fuss, said sweetly "Sister-in-law goodbye." They all dispersed.

Xiao Mingyu glared at a few people viciously, and she knew that these people couldn't be trusted, they were too young, one was more impetuous than the other, once she heard that she was going to get married, she changed her words faster than the spinning top, wouldn't she be afraid that Wan Yue would hear it?

She also proposes in secret.

Secret, understand?

After stabilizing his emotions, Xiao Mingyu looked at the camera, smiled and said to Wan Yue: "Don't pay attention to them, they are too busy recently, they are all going crazy."

"Ignore it." Song Wanyue smiled slightly, under the moonlight, her fair cheeks seemed to be shining, her voice was soft, and she stared at Xiao Mingyu without blinking: "Mingyu."

"Huh?" Xiao Mingyu's heart was shaken by her eyes, and her body was a little weak. Song Wanyue stared at her eyes, curled the corners of her lips, and asked softly, "Why did they call me sister-in-law all of a sudden?"

Xiao Mingyu: ...

The air seemed to be deprived in an instant, making people unable to breathe. Xiao Mingyu's cheeks were stained with bright red little by little. In the end, Song Wanyue looked at her flushed face, and couldn't bear to bully her anymore, and couldn't bear to see her being teased by her subordinates. Song Wanyue secretly smiled: "Are you going to rest?"

Xiao Mingyu's palms were sweaty and her heart was beating violently. She knew that Wanyue would let her go down the steps again, but she didn't want to hang up the phone just like that.

Taking a deep breath, Xiao Mingyu stared at Song Wanyue with his eyes, opened his red lips, and said softly, "Wanyue."

Song Wanyue looked at her, her dark eyes were full of affection, Xiao Mingyu looked at her eyes, the uneasiness in her heart suddenly faded away, she smiled, her brows and eyes were stretched, that is Wan Yue's favorite look: " When I go back tomorrow, I will tell you."

—tell you why they call you sister-in-law.