Who is poor? [Rebirth]

Ming Yu hid himself in Cheng Yanxia's arms, closed his eyes and leaned against his chest.

"Happy engagement, happy engagement." This morning, when Mingyu came out to greet relatives attending the engagement banquet, the first words his aunt said.

Because of the heat, the woman was wearing a long dark red dress.Underneath is a pair of white flat shoes.

Her hair was clipped neatly behind her head, leaving only some fragments at the temples.The broken hair is bustling, and there is already some silvery color on the roots of the hair.

She still smiled gently, as Mingyu had seen her countless times.

Mingyu thought about it, and suddenly felt that the hands exposed outside Cheng Yanxia's arms were a bit unsafe.As he moved, his hands were also hidden in his chest.

In the memory, the skin on the woman's face was yellow and yellow, without the luster of the past.But she was still laughing, and looking back now, it seemed a bit far-fetched.

Mingyu could clearly see the melancholy in her eyes at that time, and he still remembered the unbearable feeling in his heart, thinking that it was his uncle's fault that made his aunt look like this.

The woman held his hand tightly.The palm is rough, and the strength is a little too strong.Mingyu felt a little pain from being pulled by her.

"I finally have a home now." This was her second sentence.

After saying this, she didn't let Mingyu accompany her again.Instead, his back was a little more bent than before, and he found a place to sit by himself.

The hair on the sideburns blocked her face, making it difficult to see clearly.

I don't know when there was no sound around me, Ming Yu lay in Cheng Yanxia's arms and raised his head. "Brother, do you think she is congratulating, or does she think it can make up for the guilt in her heart?"

At that time, Cheng Yanxia was always by his side, and he also heard what Zhou Mo said.

"Both."

Cheng Yanxia held Mingyu's face, and rubbed the soft flesh with her fingertips. "Baby is not feeling well, so don't bear it by yourself."

"It's uncomfortable. I didn't expect it to be worse."

Ming Chen pulled away the hand on the side of his face, and buried Cheng Yan Xia's neck again. "Only without hope can there be no despair."

"Aunt..." Mingyu put his hands around Cheng Yanxia's neck on tiptoe, covering his Adam's apple with his palms.Looking sideways with slack eyes.

"Brother, am I so pitiful?"

"One after another, they all lied to me."

Mingyu closed his eyes, leaned against Cheng Yanxia's arms and muttered softly. "They all lied to me."

Cheng Yanxia's heart twitched, as if being scalded by a branding iron, the pain and resentment spread to the whole body like a cannon quickly picked up by the flesh.

He picked him up and carried him back to the bedroom.

More disappointed, in fact, nothing.

The curtains were drawn, and the sky outside was blue.The sun is shining, and the white clouds are forming dough and floating in blossom.

Mingyu seemed to have been drained of strength, and sat limply in Cheng Yanxia's arms.

Holding his clothes with both hands, the knuckles were a little red from the wear of the buttons.He was ignorant and focused on tearing Cheng Yanxia's shirt into crumpled ones.

The indoor central air conditioner is working, and the cold wind is a bit cool.Mingyu half-closed his eyes and hid himself in the warm embrace, his mind was dazed. "elder brother."

Cheng Yanxia held his profile, lowered her head and touched Mingyu's forehead with her lips. "Is baby thirsty?"

"Not thirsty."

"Let's see a doctor, okay?"

"Brother, I'm fine." Mingyu's nasal voice was heavy, his eyelids were pulled down, "I'm just a little tired, I'll be fine after a night of sleep."

Cheng Yanxia thought for a while, then took off her clothes and shoes and carried her to bed.Not long after coaxing, the person in my arms fell asleep.

Cheng Yanxia called the family doctor.

Holding the person in his arms, the doctor showed them lightly.

Song Yuge was sitting on the sofa outside, waiting for someone to come out.

"How about it?"

"It's nothing, it's just that the energy is exhausted and the thoughts are too heavy. I'm tired. He is physically weak, it's better not to have big ups and downs."

Song Hege nodded, leaving someone to prescribe the medicine outside.

She got up and entered the door, and conveyed the doctor's words to Cheng Yanxia in a gentle voice.By the way, let's take a look at their home.

His son was big and strong.Mingyu curled up in his arms with a blushing face, sleeping like a baby, looking tiny.This kind of feeling that was almost hidden in Cheng Yanxia's arms, and she was attached to her heart and soul, even Song Ege, a mother, was a little touched when she saw it.

She glared at her usually cold son, and warned: "If you dare to disappoint our family in the future, you will have a better time in the future."

Cheng Yanxia let out a muffled voice. "Um."

"I don't need you for the afternoon's work. Take a good rest. I'll ask someone to bring up some light food later so that I can fill my stomach."

"Got it, Mom."

Song Yuge came and went in a hurry.

There was a soft knock at the door, and the room returned to silence.

Cheng Yanxia looked at the person who was completely embedded in her arms, her chin rested on his fluffy hair.The murmur quickly disappeared in the empty bedroom. "Baby, these things won't touch your ears in the future."

When I woke up, it was already afternoon.

The sun was setting, but there were still voices outside.Mingyu arched under the quilt, and walked towards the familiar temperature.

"Husband, what time is it?"

"Seven o'clock." Cheng Yanxia pulled down the quilt covering Ming Yu's head, and sat up with the person in her arms. "The dinner party is about to begin, do you want to go down?"

Mingyu wrinkled the tip of his nose, and yawned with trembling shoulders.

There was a small sound, but it seemed that all the strength in his body had been squeezed out again.

He put his chin on Cheng Yanxia's shoulder, eyes half closed. "Mom, I seem to hear my mother's voice."

Cheng Yanxia stroked his back, her lips pressed against his ear. "Mom is greeting the guests below."

"Where's the little wax gourd?"

Cheng Yanxia said softly, "Who is Little Winter Melon?"

"The little wax gourd is the cub of the little pumpkin." Mingyu's hair was curled up, his forehead was grinding on his shoulder and facing his neck.His dazed eyes bent into shallow crescents.

Cheng Yanxia rubbed her jaw against Mingyu. "Little Pumpkin has no cubs yet."

"Is that so?" Mingyu raised his wrist, grabbed the bristly hair, and slowly moved through Yan Xia's hair with five fingers apart.

"There's still hairspray on my head, baby."

"I don't dislike you." The corners of Mingyu's mouth curled up, and his brown-black pupils gradually became brighter.

The shirt and suit pants on his body were all taken off, and he was limp in Cheng Yanxia's hands.Changing into a pair of comfortable short-sleeved trousers, Mingyu sat on Cheng Yanxia's arm and leaned sideways in his arms.

"Honey, where are you going?"

"Eat something. I'm hungry."

Mingyu poked his rolling Adam's apple. "But I'm not hungry."

Cheng Yanxia's feet in slippers stopped.The tip of his nose arched against Ming's face, his voice softened into a misty mist. "If you don't eat, I have no appetite."

Mingyu immediately followed up with the next sentence: "Okay, then I'll eat something."

After eating the hot soup, Mingyu broke out in a thin layer of sweat.It was so sticky that I wanted to roll all over in the mud.He moved uncomfortably on Cheng Yanxia's body. "uncomfortable."

"Where is it uncomfortable?" Cheng Yanxia lifted the man's armpit and easily lifted it up to face her.

Mingyu clasped his neck with both hands, his waist sank, and he nestled down.

"Look at me, I'm so hot." Her lips were red, and her fleshy chin was pressed against her chest.Her eyes were moist, and there was still fine sweat on the corners of her forehead and the tip of her nose, as if she had just taken a shower.

Cheng Yanxia bowed her head and kissed the corner of his lips.

Hands slipped through the hem of his clothes.Touched his slightly distended belly to make sure he was full.Then he walked around the collapsed waist, and pressed his palm against his back.

The palms are wet, and the clothes on the back of the hands are also a little damp. "Sweating."

"I'm sweating." Mingyu's round eyes were watery, like a puppy wagging its tail. "To take a shower."

"I just finished eating, can I wash up later?"

"Brother help me wash."

"Okay." Even with Mingyu's strength now, Cheng Yanxia didn't dare to let him be alone in the bathroom.

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"Why hasn't Brother Cheng come down yet, and we haven't decided where to eat the break-up meal in the class?"

Zhang Mengmeng: "Why don't you vote first, eat hot pot, barbecue or stir-fry?"

"I agree!" Fang Qixing raised a hand.

Xing Wen has two hands.

With both hands and feet, Ji Zaisang stretched his neck like a tortoise in a funny way and praised: "Our school committee is still smart."

Turning his head, he patted Xing Wen's hand. "Why are you raising your hand? You are not in our class."

"And you, Sansi'er."

Zhao Sansi'er showed her big white teeth, and smiled naively: "Don't, be generous. There are not many people, so I can't open my mouth."

"The point is this!"

Seeing that they were about to start a fight again, Zhang Mengmeng raised his phone: "Okay, let's vote, students."

In an instant, hot pot and barbecue grew rapidly at the same time.

"Wow, wow, 47, there are two left!"

"A draw!"

"I want to eat hot pot!"

"No, eat barbecue."

"hot pot!"

"Barbecue!"

Zhang Mengmeng, the only one who chose stir-fry, looked at his lone vote and asked, "So why don't you guys have a barbecue hot pot together?"

"reject!"

Zhang Mengmeng shrugged.Well, it's also rare to agree.

Pei Yu swiped twice on the phone. "It's a tie, let's see who else didn't vote."

Ji Zaisang poked wildly.In the end, he drank a few glasses of wine, and his body control was not as flexible as the school committee member Zhang Mengmeng.

Zhang Mengmeng: "Boss Cheng and Mingyu."

"It's easy to handle, go canvassing." Ji Zaisang rolled up his sleeves and was about to do it, but his buttocks were still stuck to the sofa.

Pei Yu watched him grind back and forth, so he simply gave him a kick to send him away.

Ji Zaisang landed on his buttocks and leaned back against the sofa without being annoyed.He stared in the direction of the bathroom, muttering. "Why haven't they come out for so long? Fall into the pit?"

Everyone looked at each other.

Zhang Mengmeng: "Wait."

This waits the sun directly from east to west.

Some students in Cheng Yanxia's class came by themselves, and some came with their parents.Most of them were taken out to socialize by their parents, and the few who were too lazy to move just nested in this corner to play.

Ji Zaisang formed a team and played passionately on his mobile phone.

Head to head, or growl, or stomp.All Internet addicted boys and girls.

"Old Pei, hurry up! Save me!"

"Ji Zaisang, where's Brother Cheng?" From the side, a voice crossed in like tangerine peel in a five-nut mooncake.

Ji Zaisang didn't like the tangerine peel the most. "Brother Cheng Cheng, tell you to protect me!"

"Pei Yu!"

With a sound like a cock crowing, Ji Zaisang died.

"What?" He threw his mobile phone on the sofa in desperation, wanting to take a good look at who is messing with him.

Chu Jiaojiao raised her head, turned around in disgust, and immediately elbowed Fang Qixing.

Fang Qixing looked again, and quickly kicked Zhang Mengmeng.

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