The slag attack is no longer scum [Quick travel]

Meng Xiangbei led Wen Xiuyu to a clean Chinese restaurant near the school. The restaurant had a natural rural style, decorated with flowers and green plants, making it warm and cozy.

The food here is clean and hygienic, and the price is not too expensive.

Wen Xiuyu was a little socially afraid, he would feel insecure in a lively place, so Meng Xiangbei took him to a remote place in the restaurant to sit down.

"Let's order." Meng Xiangbei pushed the menu in front of Wen Xiuyu.

Wen Xiuyu was slightly surprised, shook his head, "Just order."

"I used to order, now it's up to you." Meng Xiangbei insisted, when the two of them went out to eat before, the original owner ordered his favorite and expensive dishes on his own, never considering Wen Xiuyu's taste.

Wen Xiuyu hesitated for a while, took out the menu, looked at it for a while, ordered a few dishes, and specifically confessed that there would be no carrots.

Probably because of nervousness, the words he said unconsciously became smaller, his face flushed slightly, he didn't dare to lift his head, until the waiter left, he was slightly relieved.

Meng Xiangbei wanted Wen Xiuyu to order his favorite dish, but he didn't expect that he ordered the original owner, which is the dish he likes now. Moreover, the original owner was allergic to carrots, and Wen Xiuyu also remembered it clearly.

Apart from his cowardly personality and a bit of social fear, Wen Xiuyu is obviously a good target, and only scum like the original owner would abandon Wen Xiuyu and look at the poisonous lotus like Wen Xiurao.

When the food was served, Meng Xiangbei ordered another cup of hot milk for Wen Xiuyu.

"You are pregnant, drink a cup of hot milk every day from now on."

Wen Xiuyu's white hands held the milk cup, the heat came through the cup bit by bit, Wen Xiuyu's heart was ironed and warm.

He nodded, lowered his head and took small sips of milk, his lips were stained with white milk, he subconsciously stretched out his light red tongue and licked it.

Meng Xiangbei took out a tissue and wiped it carefully for him.

"How grown up, drinking milk is still like a child."

Wen Xiuyu was rubbed blankly by him, and his fair face was covered with a layer of pink again. He lowered his head, pursed his lips, and squeezed out two small dimples on his cheeks.

When Wen Xiurao and his classmates entered the restaurant, they saw this scene.

The two were like the closest lovers, Meng Xiangbei's eyes were gentle and doting, for a moment, Wen Xiurao felt that Meng Xiangbei who was not far away was very strange.

"Xiu Rao, isn't that Meng Xueba? The one sitting with him must be Wen Xiuyu."

"Why are the two of them sitting together? They seem to be quite close, but didn't Meng Xueba have a better relationship with you before?"

The classmate muttered, still observing attentively.

Wen Xiurao withdrew his gaze, obviously depressed, "Xiu Yu probably wants to make friends with Xiang Bei. Xiu Yu has a very strong personality. Generally, he wants what I have. In fact, it's nothing. As long as he speaks, we will It will all be given to him."

"Xiu Rao, he has treated you like this, and you still speak for him, isn't it the adopted son of the Wen family who wants to climb on top of you and take over your things everywhere. He must not see Meng Xueba's friendship with you. Okay, that's why it's like this, no, I can't let Meng Xueba be deceived, I'm going to expose his true colors." The classmate was annoyed, and when he saw that he was about to rush over, Wen Xiurao quickly grabbed him.

"Don't go. He is my younger brother after all. He doesn't like me in the first place. I don't want my relationship with him to deteriorate any further. "

The classmate was dragged to sit down, sighed, and hated iron for not being strong: "Xiu Rao, you are just too kind and have a too good temper, that's why he bullies you."

Wen Xiurao squeezed out a smile, "As long as he likes me, it's okay to lose his temper with me occasionally."

"You are just too soft-tempered."

The two ordered dishes and began to eat.

Wen Xiurao glanced at Meng Xiangbei's table from time to time, watching the intimate interaction between the two, occasionally speaking in a low voice, and the dimples on Wen Xiuyu's lips.

What's wrong with Meng Xiangbei? It changed all of a sudden?Could it be that he knew that Wen Xiuyu was the son of the Wen family?No, it's impossible, why?You won't fall in love with that cowardly idiot Wen Xiuyu, will you?That's even more impossible.

The classmates were talking, and Wen Xiurao occasionally echoed a few words. After a meal, Wen Xiurao ate without interest, and was a little irritable.

Meng Xiangbei knew about Wen Xiurao when they entered the restaurant. He frowned and ignored it. He didn't want Wen Xiurao to ruin his dining time with Wen Xiuyu.

In the past few days, because of breaking up with Meng Xiangbei, and knowing that she was pregnant, Wen Xiuyu didn't sleep well and didn't eat well. Today's meal was pretty good.

Wen Xiuyu suddenly heard something and was about to get up, "Senior Abei, I'm going to the bathroom."

Meng Xiangbei guessed what he was thinking, and pressed his hand, "Wait a minute, we're almost done eating."

"But..." Wen Xiuyu wanted to pay. He used to pay halfway. Meng Xiangbei's family was in a difficult situation. He knew it. If he went to pay after eating together, he was afraid that it would hurt Meng. Northward pride.

"No but, I'm almost done."

After two bites, Meng Xiangbei was full.

"Go to the bathroom, I'll wait for you here." As he spoke, Meng Xiangbei asked about the fee, and took out two 100-yuan bills.

For a meal, two people ate more than 180, which is still quite expensive.

Wen Xiuyu bit her lip, hesitated to leave, and whispered: "Senior Abei, let me pay."

Meng Xiangbei had already given the money to the cashier.

Wen Xiuyu's shoulders slumped, and he was a little worried. He knew that it was very hard for Senior Abei to earn money from a part-time job. It cost more than 180 yuan, and sometimes he had to work part-time for two days.

Out of the restaurant door, Meng Xiangbei paused, Wen Xiuyu's hand was held by him, Meng Xiangbei pinched Wen Xiuyu's chin, and raised his bowed head.

"Even if you want to watch the road, don't always keep your head down. I'm by your side. Don't be afraid of anything." Meng Xiangbei knew that people with social fears would always be uneasy outside, and always wanted to shrink in like a little turtle. In your own shell, use a hard shell to block the damage from the outside.

Wen Xiuyu was forced to look up at Meng Xiangbei. On the side of the road, the neon lights first came up, reflecting Meng Xiangbei's extremely deep and bright eyes.

Wen Xiuyu was quite obedient, and slightly puffed up her small chest to show that she knew, and at the same time, she held Meng Xiangbei's hand tightly.

Meng Xiangbei rubbed his little head, "Also, I'll pay when I go out to eat in the future. I'm your boyfriend, your man, so I should pay for it."

Wen Xiuyu's slightly round peach blossom eyes widened slightly, and he immediately shook his head, "No, you, you..." He wanted to say that you don't have much money, but he was afraid of hurting Meng Xiangbei's self-esteem.He was a little anxious and didn't know how to express it.

"I know I don't have much money, but I will work hard to earn, but I should still be able to afford to treat my little boyfriend to dinner, but I may not be able to go to those expensive places, so I can only go to cheaper places to eat , would you like to eat with me?"

Wen Xiuyu didn't expect Meng Xiangbei to say it so bluntly.

Would you like to accompany him to a cheap place to eat?Wen Xiuyu was naturally willing.

"I will eat whatever Senior Ah Bei eats, anywhere."

"Our group is so good, what should I do, I found that I like you more and more." Meng Xiangbei hugged the boy in his arms, and the slender boy was almost embedded in the tall young man's body.

Wen Xiuyu's face was pressed against Meng Xiangbei's chest, and the familiar atmosphere and sense of security were overwhelming. He really wanted to be hugged by Senior Abei all the time.

It's just that Wen Xiuyu was shy after all, and pushed away within a few seconds.

Not far away, a person came from the shadows.

Wen Xiuyu's perception of the outside world has always been keen, and he immediately looked up, and the familiar facial contours of the man came into view. Wen Xiuyu's shyness and joy in facing Meng Xiangbei just now faded away, leaving only a sense of coolness and vigilance.

Wen Xiuyu moved closer to Meng Xiangbei, like a small animal that was alerted instantly.

"Xiangbei, what a coincidence." Wen Xiurao greeted Meng Xiangbei with a smile, the just right smile gave people a feeling of spring breeze.

Meng Xiangbei didn't want to ignore him, so he replied, "Hello, classmate Wen." His tone was indifferent and polite, with alienation.

Wen Xiurao was stunned for a moment, with a look of sadness in his eyes, "Xiang Bei, why do you call me classmate Wen? You used to call me Xiu Rao." As he spoke, he glanced lightly at the man beside Meng Xiangbei from the corner of his eye. Wen Xiuyu, the latter's forehead hair covered his eyes, so he couldn't see the emotion on his face.

Meng Xiangbei's face remained unchanged, "Really? But I think it's better to call me Classmate Wen, so please call me Classmate Meng in the future."

"Xiangbei, you..." Wen Xiurao blinked his eyes, with tears glistening in his eyes.

In the past, Meng Xiangbei would have lowered himself to coax him when he saw his aggrieved appearance, but now Meng Xiangbei glanced lightly and looked away.

"Xiu Yu and I are going back. If Wen has nothing else to do, we will leave first."

"Wait." Wen Xiurao reached out to grab Meng Xiangbei.

Meng Xiangbei immediately dodged and took Wen Xiuyu back a few steps.

"Is there anything else?" Meng Xiangbei frowned at him.

Meng Xiangbei's indifference and alienation made Wen Xiurao irritable for no reason, "There is nothing else, I just saw that next to you is Xiu Yu? Xiu Yu, why didn't you say hello to me? I know you You don't like me very much, but I'm your brother."

Wen Xiurao's expression was aggrieved, as if he was deeply hit by Wen Xiuyu.

Wen Xiuyu didn't speak.

Wen Xiurao said again: "Xiang Bei, I'm sorry, Xiu Yu's temperament is like this, I don't know if he caused you trouble by looking for you. By the way, Xiu Yu, you haven't come home for a long time, and your parents are very worried about you. No matter how willful you are, you shouldn't let your parents worry about you so much. Tomorrow is just the weekend, so you can go back with your brother..."

"You're not my brother." The boy's sudden words interrupted Wen Xiurao's words.

Wen Xiuyu raised his head slowly, his bangs were under his eyes, his peach blossom eyes were dark, and he repeated again, with no warmth in his tone, "You are not my brother."

Wen Xiurao's expression suddenly changed, for fear that Wen Xiuyu would expose the fact that he was the adopted son of the Wen family in front of Wen Xiurao.

But soon, he calmed down, with a stiff curve on the corner of his lips, "Xiu Yu, I know you don't like me, but you can't say that, if you do this, I will be sad, and my parents will be sad too. That's all , as long as you are well, I will tell my parents."

Wen Xiurao sighed, as if he had nothing to do with a wayward younger brother, at the end, he said to Meng Xiangbei: "Xiangbei, I have something to do, so I'll go back first."

"Xiu Yu, you like me and reject my brother, but I believe that you will change."

Before Wen Xiurao left, he still did not forget to discredit Wen Xiuyu.

In this way, even if Wen Xiuyu said that he was not his real brother, Meng Xiangbei would only think that it was because Wen Xiuyu didn't like his brother.

Wen Xiuyu looked at the back of Wen Xiurao leaving, and clenched his small fists.

Meng Xiangbei raised his chin, and saw the mist in the boy's eyes, and his heart skipped a beat, "Why are you crying?"

Wen Xiuyu pulled Meng Xiangbei's sleeve and looked up at him, "Are you familiar with him?"

Meng Xiangbei's heart skipped a beat, but his face remained unchanged, "I'm not familiar with you. I only knew him when I accidentally found out that he was your brother."

Wen Xiuyu looked at him, didn't speak, and didn't know if he believed him, after all, Wen Xiurao's attitude was too familiar.

"Then, do you believe what he said?" Wen Xiuyu didn't talk about gifts.

Meng Xiangbei heaved a sigh of relief, afraid that Wen Xiuyu would continue to ask, the original owner and Wen Xiurao really knew each other well, and it would be known after a little inquiring.

Meng Xiangbei pinched his nose, "Fool, you are my boyfriend, so I naturally trust you, how could I trust an outsider."

I don't know if it's the boyfriend, the outsider who pleases Wen Xiuyu with a few words, or because of the trust in Meng Xiangbei's dialect, Wen Xiuyu's mood is much better.

"I'm not my real brother, I was adopted by my parents. However, he was right in saying that I don't like him. Do you think I'm bad?"

Meng Xiangbei chuckled, "What is this bad? If you don't like it, you don't like it. Besides, I don't think Wen Xiurao is a good person, and I don't like him either. Let's hate him together. I am still wondering how my family is so good, how could there be such a big brother, now I finally understand, it turns out that it is not my real brother."

After saying that he didn't like Wen Xiurao, Wen Xiuyu had been carefully observing Meng Xiangbei's expression, but he didn't expect to hear such an answer.

"Do you really think so? But, everyone thinks I'm a bad boy." Whether it's parents, or other people, they all say that Wen Xiurao is a good brother, a good boy, and is lovable.He who doesn't like Wen Xiurao is a selfish, willful and bad boy.

Meng Xiangbei held Wen Xiuyu's shoulders, and said: "I don't know what others think, but in my heart, you are the best, the baby on the tip of my heart, and I will pamper and love you. "

"Tuantuan, don't care too much about other people's opinions. You have to live for yourself. You have to be confident and walk out of your own life. Of course, I will be by your side no matter what time it is. By the way, there are us baby."

"round and round……"

That night, Meng Xiangbei said many words of encouragement to Wen Xiuyu, until he went back to the dormitory and lay down on the bed, Wen Xiuyu was still thinking about it.

Senior Abei, that's great.

In Wen Xiuyu's mind, a young man's cold but still warm eyebrows and eyes appeared, and two dimples could not help but pop out on his cheeks.

The next day, Meng Xiangbei went to the cafeteria early in the morning to buy breakfast, and went to a small gazebo behind the library to eat with Wen Xiuyu.

The cafeteria was crowded, and Wen Xiuyu didn't like to go there.

"Come on, open your mouth." Meng Xiangbei picked up a dumpling and handed it to Wen Xiuyu's mouth.

Wen Xiuyu froze for a moment, bit the dumpling after a few seconds, and chewed carefully in his mouth. He watched Meng Xiangbei pick up a dumpling with the same chopstick and put it into his mouth, his earlobe was slightly red.

Is this an indirect kiss?

Wen Xiuyu bowed his head and took a sip of hot milk.

The morning wind was a bit chilly, and Wen Xiuyu didn't feel cold in Meng Xiangbei's long coat.

The flowers and plants are swaying gently in the wind, the world of only two people is extraordinarily warm.

In the months since they had been dating Meng Xiangbei, this seemed to be the first time they had breakfast together.

In the past, Meng Xiangbei never took him to eat in the cafeteria, they always went to restaurants or hotels outside.

In the past, after they finished their meal, Meng Xiangbei would take him to the hotel to get a room. No, Meng Xiangbei would never kiss him.

Wen Xiuyu thought about it carefully, it seems that they have never kissed in the past few months, not even a superficial kiss.

Wen Xiuyu occasionally felt a little weird, but he didn't think too much about it.

However, the past is over, Wen Xiuyu felt that he liked Senior Abei even more than before.

"Drink milk, drink milk, what are you smirking at?"

Wen Xiuyu let out an "ah" and was stunned. After realizing that he did smile just now, he couldn't help being ashamed, and murmured, "I didn't smirk." He lowered his head and sucked the milk, his cheeks bulging of.

Meng Xiangbei twirled the pads of his thumb and index finger, suppressing the urge to poke the boy's cheek.

Both of them have no class today.

After breakfast, Wen Xiuyu went back to the dormitory, Meng Xiangbei came to the library, and handed the pen to a male classmate with glasses.

It was the pen that the original owner took his part-time job and Wen Xiuyu bought with money, and it was intended for Wen Xiurao.

Now that he's here, naturally he won't give Wen Xiurao the pen again.

As a gift to Wen Xiuyu, Meng Xiangbei felt out of touch, and felt it a pity to lose it, so he simply hung the pen on the school post bar and sold it.

A classmate contacted him early in the morning. The pen costing thousands of yuan has not been used yet, but now it is worth 800 yuan, which is not bad.

Holding the money, Meng Xiangbei left the school and came to a boutique. He remembered that it was Wen Xiuyu's birthday in a few days, and it was time for him to choose a birthday gift for the boy.

Unable to choose a suitable gift, Meng Xiangbei spent an extra hundred dollars to make it custom-made.

After leaving the boutique, Meng Xiangbei went back to the dormitory.

The original owner was good at managing interpersonal relationships, and got along well with his roommates. After greeting each other, Meng Xiangbei turned on his laptop.

The brand new, tens of thousands of yuan laptop was bought by Wen Xiuyu to the original owner.

Meng Xiangbei is majoring in language translation, and the languages ​​involved include English, French, Spanish and so on.

Meng Xiangbei posted job-seeking information on the website, part-time translator or simultaneous interpreter.

On it, I took on two more professional English translation jobs.

English translation, some simple, some easy.

The original owner was a top student at Imperial University, but the translation major was still quite difficult, but the nightmare beast was fine.

It took Meng Xiangbei two hours to translate an 500-word article and sent it to the other party. Soon, [-] yuan arrived in the account.