[Deyun Club] Capturing the soul

Kong Qingxiao did what she said, and when Meng Hetang returned home after the performance, she tried her best to make him comfortable, and she didn't get out of bed to take a shower until he was satisfied.

Meng Hetang sometimes felt that this girl was using herself to reconcile yin and yang. Seeing that she was washed clean, he couldn't help but said, "...Did I say you came back from studying in Japan? Which one of us is better?"

She was originally a dancer, her body is extremely flexible, and even if she is courageous, she can let go. She can make his elders blush with shame. He couldn't help covering his face, sighed, and recognized her. planted.

Kong Qingxiao ignored him, put on pajamas and lay on the bed covered with quilt, turned over and lay beside him, biting his ear, "Why? Still not satisfied?"

"No, no, no, I'm satisfied, I'm really satisfied, aunt, please forgive me, you really want to squeeze me dry, I'm not disposable, can we recycle it?" Meng Hetang hurriedly begged for mercy, he couldn't touch the girl, No matter in terms of body shape or voice, he was more daring than himself. He lifted the quilt to wash up, but when his feet hit the ground, his legs almost went limp, which made Kong Qingxiao laugh out loud.

"I'll buy you goji berries tomorrow to nourish your kidneys," she deliberately smiled, lying on the bed and looking at him leisurely, and whistled, "I'll give you more money, handsome guy~ Your voice is good, and your voice is good~"

Meng Hetang really wanted to kneel down for her, he didn't want to be such a bully, did he turn on some kind of ghost switch for her?Can he toss himself vigorously, let others live?

He went to wash up angrily, then put on his pajamas and came back honestly ready to sleep, feeling that he couldn't keep his eyelids open, and sooner or later he would be killed by her.

Seeing him lying on the bed drowsy, Kong Qingxiao couldn't help smiling, got into his arms, and pushed him, "Hey, I'm going to sell my house."

"...Why?" Meng Hetang was sleepy at first, but after hearing what she said, he immediately became a little sober. He put his arms around her and raised his eyebrows, and asked in confusion, "Why did you sell your house when it was fine? You don't want to leave a way out for yourself." Are you planning to officially settle in Mengmen?"

"How about you, I'm planning to sell my house to fund the opening of the dance center. The location I've been looking at these days is good, but it's still short of money. After selling the house, it's not only enough, but also has a surplus , "Kong Qingxiao turned over and lay on his back in his arms, pillowing his arms, she had already planned.

Speaking of this matter, Meng Hetang also knew her recent plan, pursed his lips, pulled his arms back, lifted the quilt again and got up and got out of bed, "You wait."

"Why are you going, aren't you soft-footed?" Kong Qingxiao just likes to tease him, seeing him come back after leaving the room for a while, holding something in his hand, a little curious, move aside to see He came up again before looking at the things in his hand.

Meng Hetang took her hand, put the things in her palm, and said, "Don't sell the house, you can use this, the password is your birthday, if it's not enough, let's talk about it, and I'll think of another way."

Kong Qingxiao stared at the bank card in her hand in a daze, and looked at him after a long time, pursing her lips, "What do you mean?"

"What's the point? I'll leave the power of our family's finances to you. In the future, you will have the final say on food and clothing. How much you spend is up to you. If it's not enough for me, I'll make more money." Meng Hetang had already planned it out, no matter what I can't let her sell the house to start a career. She has no sense of security. Once she sells the house, she will have nothing to rely on. No matter how much money she makes, it is to make her live comfortably and happily. Sooner or later, she has to give it to her. , since money is needed now, it is the best time.

"...I don't want it. Do you think I can get the card with you if you give me your salary card? What about you!" Although Kong Qingxiao knew his good intentions, she still kept her mouth shut. She threw the bank card on him and turned her head. Said angrily.

"What are you talking about! Can I use my salary card to force you to get a certificate with me? Who do you think I am!" Even though he knew she was unintentional, Meng Hetang still couldn't accept her statement, and suddenly felt that he was underestimated, and stiffened Face said, "Am I so shameless?!"

"...I didn't mean that..." He seldom loses his temper. Since he met him, he has almost never been really angry, and occasionally it's just a show. Kong Qingxiao heard that he was really angry, and sighed Turning back to look at him, feeling a little complicated, he lowered his head and said, "...I don't want to owe you anything."

Seeing her like this, Meng Hetang's heart softened instead. He stretched out his arms to hug her, patted her on the back in his arms, and said, "Aren't you stupid, you don't owe me anything in the first place, so let me give you more money." Is it okay to be a shareholder? In the future, your training center will make money, and I will be the number one shareholder. As usual, I will pay dividends at the end of the year. Think me stupid, do you understand investment and financial management?"

He actually knew that if Kong Qingxiao wanted money, she didn't need to sell the house at all. She called her father without hesitation, and the 800 million yuan would be credited to her immediately. Maybe her father would come to deliver the money with drums and gongs. , even if the compensation is clean, there is no complaint.

But Meng Hetang also knew in his heart that Kong Qingxiao didn't want to use her father's money not because she couldn't bear it, nor because she couldn't speak up, but because she really loved her dancing career, so she didn't want to spend a penny of money that she felt was dirty. And she doesn't want her father involved in her life.

So she would rather sell the house than call or say a word to Kong Xianming.

Kong Qingxiao blinked her eyes, suddenly felt that she was superficial, and felt that what she just said had insulted his character and personality, regretted it, and said sullenly, "Meng Xianghui, you are so kind to me, you will regret it. "

"I don't regret it. What do I regret when I'm with a rich woman? Do you think I'm so stupid?" She can say that she has accepted his help. Meng Hetang rubbed her back and kissed the side of her face, "use You can still be locked up by making money from your salary card, why should I regret it, when your house is rented out in the future, the monthly rent will be treated as a dividend for me, and there are thousands more for no reason, I am too happy to be happy."

"...You can't say something touching with your mouth? Can't you do idol dramas? Can't be sensational?" Kong Qingxiao thumped his back, and said angrily and funny.

"That's really not true. You asked me to talk about cross talk, and you asked me to pretend to be the hero of an idol drama. I really can't do it. I can't be Lord Ye Hua." Meng Hetang smiled, stroked her long hair, and told the truth.

Kong Qingxiao was silent. He was honest in his actions and words, and he couldn't play with that set of hypocrisy. He just said what he wanted, and it was really embarrassing for him to be sensational. He rubbed his shoulder and said, "You If you're sorry, I'll castrate you."

"Okay, you can pay me to kill me, anyway, I'm going to be tossed to death by you," Meng Hetang knew that she was telling the truth, but he didn't want to use any affectionate words. No, we both know that it's just a verbal talk, it's better to have something practical, see people's hearts over time, and live a good life to be sincere, no matter how nice the words are, it's useless.

Kong Qingxiao smiled, tilted her head to bite his Adam's apple, pressed a kiss, and said deliberately, "Is this unbearable?"

"I can't take it anymore, let's not make it in one day, my waist is bad..." Meng Hetang rubbed his lower back in a gesture, and frowned, which didn't look like a fake.

"The waist is bad? Then don't blame me for changing people in the future," Kong Qingxiao looked at him narrowly, but reached out her hands to rub him thoughtfully, thinking he was joking.

He didn't explain, he pinched her face, lay down with his arms around her, closed his eyes, and felt a little tired, "Go to sleep, we both have to die, I have to go to another place to perform in two days Well, stay at home obediently and don't mess around, will you?"

"Success, I'll listen to you, father of the gold master," Kong Qingxiao saw that he was indeed tired, so he stopped making trouble, hugged him, closed his eyes, and fell asleep together.

Meng Hetang soon flew to other places to perform. Kong Qingxiao took advantage of him to go out to work, so he went to the dance center to fix the venue. The next step is to decorate, run various documents and business licenses, and return I have to discuss with my friends about running a school, and I am very busy.

More than a week later, Meng Hetang returned to Beijing, and Kong Qingxiao also drove to pick him up on purpose. Since there were many fans picking him up, she simply waited in the parking lot. After a long time, she saw him walk over and look at the car window. Signaling himself to open the trunk.

Kong Qingxiao nodded, watched him go to the back, put the suitcase in the trunk, then opened the door and got on the co-pilot, his expression seemed a bit wrong, raised his eyebrows, watched him fasten the seat belt before starting the car Car, go home.

Meng Hetang looked a little tired. He lowered the seat and felt a little more comfortable lying down. He didn't speak, just lay there quietly. Kong Qingxiao didn't bother him. She was in this state when she was with the artist before, and she was tired. Zhiji would not open his mouth willingly, so while waiting for the red light, he turned to look at him, and stroked his hair soothingly to express his comfort.

The car drove back to the community, Kong Qingxiao parked the car, unfastened his seat belt and got out of the car, took out his suitcase, and turned around to see that he had already got out of the car. His brows were slightly frowned, as if enduring pain.

Kong Qingxiao frowned, walked over to look at him, supported his arm, and asked, "What's wrong?"

"It's okay, I twisted it during the performance, just rest for two days." Meng Hetang didn't want to worry her, so he said hurriedly, seeing her frowning, he went to hug her again, "It's really okay, don't frown, It's not that you haven't been injured, there are always accidents during the performance, don't worry about it?"

She didn't make a sound, helped him into the elevator, and said after entering the house, "Go lie down for a while, and I'll rub it for you."

"Success," Meng Hetang also knew that she couldn't be fooled. She was originally in the dance business, and injuries had become a habit. He probably had become a doctor after a long illness. He immediately nodded obediently, went into the house, and lay down beside the bed to relax. After a while, Kong Qingxiao came in, got on the bed, straddled her body, and couldn't help but say, "...I'm not coming to the university for health care."

"...You are so beautiful! You are still big, healthy, and healthy. If you lose your waist, I'll see what you can do. Don't expect me to be your widow. If you lose your front, I can find you a wife later, do you believe me?" Kong Qing Xiao patted him angrily, pressed his waist, "Where does it hurt?"

"That's where you pressed, it hurts!" Meng Hetang didn't think about it, he had to protect his old waist and wait to feed his aunt, but she pressed and howled, "Murder your husband!"

"Bah, believe it or not, I've crushed you!" Kong Qingxiao's face flushed, and she exerted all her strength. She was startled when she heard him scream, "It really hurts so much?"

"...Do you think I'm playing with you?!" Meng Hetang was sweating, clutching the bed sheet tightly, frowning and whining, "You don't feel bad for me, you're fine, and you're so ruthless, which blind massage school student yes?"

"Shut up, you!" Kong Qingxiao rolled his eyes at him, lowered his strength, and spoke unforgivingly, "Come on, let me make you cry, let yourself go again this time, right?"

"I'm wrong, okay? They all come to see my performance. You say who you sign for and who you don't, and you can't favor one over another. In addition, the stage of the performance is a bit slippery. I almost fell to the ground. It's good that Xuan didn't fall off the stage." Go down," Meng Hetang rejoiced that he was lucky this time, and he didn't fall over, but he still twisted his waist, and he rested after he finished speaking, but Zhou Jiuliang went to the hospital to see that there was nothing serious Only then did I feel relieved, "Don't worry, I went to the hospital, the doctor said there is nothing wrong, just get more rest, and it is specified that you cannot be a widow, so I can let you collect yang and nourish yin tonight, do you believe me?"

"Don't worry about it!" Kong Qingxiao gave him a massage in a bad mood. After all, the dance troupe has been around for a long time, and there is usually a sprained ankle. They all learned a skill by themselves, and even asked for advice on how to do it, " If you say I'm not serious, I don't think you're going anywhere."

"Who is a decent person looking for you... Ouch! I was wrong, I was wrong! Auntie, please forgive me!" Meng Hetang was about to make a joke when she forcefully turned it into a scream, begging for mercy.

Kong Qingxiao massaged him for a long time, dumbfounded, then got up and got out of bed, and patted his back, "Take a rest, I'll go cook for you."

"What are you doing? Can you do it?" Meng Hetang turned his head a little worried, afraid that she would blow up the kitchen again, so he couldn't help but said, "Can't you order takeaway?"

"... Who do you look down on? Can your aunt poison you to death?" Kong Qingxiao rolled her eyes at him, ignored him, and went to the kitchen to cook.

She was willing to do it, Meng Hetang naturally let her go, lay on the bed and fell asleep in a daze, and when he woke up again, two hours had passed, he yawned and got up slowly, and only saw Kong when he went out of the room Qing Xiao was sitting in the living room, and when she saw herself coming out, she got up and asked

said, "Is it better?"

He was active and felt much more relaxed. He nodded and looked towards the restaurant, "What are you doing delicious?" Suddenly he was a little surprised, "Zhajiang noodles?"

Beijing fried sauce noodles are very particular. Meng Hetang didn't expect that Kong Qingxiao would make this. He couldn't help but look back at her, and then looked at the size of the vegetables. The cuts were even and thin. Xiao doesn't know how to cook, at most he can cook home-cooked dishes, and it's amazing that he can make noodles with fried sauce!

"I can't help it. I was forced to do it when I was in the United States. I don't want anything else, but this Chinese food." Kong Qingxiao shrugged, opened a chair for him, told him to sit down, filled the noodles and handed them to him , "Eat, take a shower before going to sleep."

Meng Hetang took the bowl silently, mixed the noodles, took a bite, and his eyes were a little moist.

He suddenly felt that this was a home, and he hadn't felt like home for a long time.

It turned out that the place where Kong Qingxiao lived was his home.

He put down the bowl, turned around silently, and hugged her.

"Daughter-in-law, I really like you, I really love you."

Kong Qingxiao was taken aback for a moment, then smiled helplessly, but did not answer, but put her arms around his waist and leaned her head on his shoulder.

Sometimes, silence is the best answer.

The author has something to say:

Romantic writing until it collapsed ORZ

The more I write about the corners in the back, the worse I feel.

Sure enough, I'm at my wit's end...

I plan to stop writing Fangfang first

Brother Dong, Lao Qin, 9088, Da Nan, write when you have inspiration

I'm going to defect to my junior brother, hehe~