Who is poor? [Rebirth]

Mingyu turned over, mentally tense and tired in the familiar environment.He grabbed another pillow and hugged it in his arms, and soon fell asleep in the cold air of the air conditioner.

"Student Cheng Yanxia, ​​why did it take you so long to come down! Could it be..."

Ji Zaisang was poked in the back by Pei Yu, he received the signal resolutely, and asked what he had been holding back for almost half an hour.

Cheng Yanxia leaned on the chair, and the shirt inside the suit was unbuttoned by two buttons.Inexplicably with an uninhibited temperament.

"not……"

"I am full?"

"No? Isn't it time for the banquet?" Ji Zaisang answered honestly.

"Oh, I thought you two were holding on." Cheng Yanxia closed her eyes and leaned against the back of the chair.

"It's not fun down here, how about we go to your room to play games?" Pei Yu put down the juice his mother had just found and handed to him, and proposed.

"This is good!"

"You go, I have to greet the guests."

"You don't need to greet them, they are so big, they can play by themselves." Ji Zaisang made a gesture to pull Cheng Yanxia.

Cheng Yanxia withdrew her hand with a little disgust: "It seems that you two are going to stay and help me."

He stood up: "Let's go, my dad just told me to go to their side..."

"Hey, don't go! Let's go, Lao Pei, let's go upstairs and play."

Cheng Yanxia sneered, and threw the room card to them both: "Don't go wrong."

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In early autumn, the sun is not as warm as in July and August.The afternoon sun outside the high-rise building fell indoors, like gold sprinkled in, adding a touch of warmth to the bedroom.

Under the quilt, the curled up bulge moved slightly, as if carrying a heavy shell.Mingyu struggled for a long time, and finally stretched out an arm from the corner of the quilt.

Warm white, like carefully fired white porcelain, glowing with a hazy and gentle light.In the light spot in front of the window, it shows a somewhat transparent texture.

Mingyu's palms were warmed a little.Grasping with five fingers, the air conditioner turned on a little low was separated by the warmth of the palm.

Mingyu thought drowsily: Is it snowing again?

It's a good snow day.

At that time, her husband would cover his whole body in thick clothes, and then gently put him in his arms.

Next door, the door opened softly.

The brisk sound was especially ear-piercing, and Mingyu opened his eyes reflexively:

"husband?"

-

next door.

Cheng Yanxia made several phone calls but no one answered, so she could only come up to ask the two young masters to go down for dinner.

Open the door and come in, the two of them are still immersed in the game.

Cheng Yanxia glanced at the cell phone thrown aside. "Have a meal."

"Right now!"

"Old Pei, where the hell did you go, cover me and cover!! Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo! !!"

"what--"

"Brother Cheng! Oh! Don't shut it up! It's not over yet!" The boy's rough wailing came, like a big rooster being strangled, barking non-stop.

Mingyu rubbed his eyes, then lifted the quilt and got up.

Sleeping too long, I have no strength in my body.But today is Cheng Yanxia's birthday, Ming Yugui's consciousness told him that it's time to go down.

Put on your shoes and wash your face.When Ming Yu walked to the door, he had just closed the door when the voice outside became a little louder.

"Brother Cheng! Why didn't you arrange your wife in your room? Fortunately, we were careful not to speak during the whole process."

Mingyu smiled, and there were some thin creases at the corners of his eyes.

Grabbing the door and gently opening it, suddenly heard Cheng Yanxia's cold voice:

"Ji Zaisang!"

"I have nothing to do with him." Cheng Yanxia said with a heavy voice, "I don't like him either."

"Don't let me hear these nonsense words again, it's not good for both parties."

Ming Yu clenched his fingers tightly, his joints paler against the black doorknob.

The heart and lungs are like being pricked by needles, stinging endlessly.

He gently pulled out a pale smile, carefully controlled his breathing and closed the door.Like a puppet, Mingyu stood behind the door for a long time.

"If you like being pestered by him, then this blessing..."

"I've never seen him before, and there is no relationship. I believe he just mistook someone at the time, and didn't mean to point at me... Even now, he's just a classmate."

"In the future, they will only be classmates."

Cheng Yanxia had hoarfrost between her brows, and the cold air all over her body was getting stronger and stronger.

Pei Yu quickly covered Ji Zaisang's mouth with sharp eyes and hands.I knew it in my heart: explain it, explain it, why are you getting more and more unhappy.

This angry look was only seen when Zhao Sansi was stupid.

Cheng Yanxia left directly, and Pei Yuliang was left looking at the door that was still a few steps away, wondering what to do.

"Brother Cheng? Stop calling?" he shouted.

The elevator door closed, and Cheng Yanxia pinched the phone tightly between her brows.

He pressed his phone a few times, then put it in his pocket.Looking up, the elevator directly reflected the expression on his face clearly.

……

separated by a wall.

Mingyu firmly grasped the door frame and slowly squatted down, quietly leaning against the cold wall.He spread his arms across his knees, then hugged himself tightly.

It turned out that he was annoying himself...

I took him to see a doctor because the head teacher would ask.

Taking him upstairs to sleep is what the host should be considerate of.

Even helping him carry things will save trouble...

Mingyu pursed his lips lightly, his eyes gradually turned red.He knows, this is Cheng Yanxia's classmate, not his husband...

He has always known.

Cheng Yanxia didn't like him watching, he didn't like how he called so intimately, and he didn't like Mingyu either.

"Ding--"

The service phone in the guest room rang, and Mingyu mechanically grabbed the phone and answered it.

What the people over there said, I have forgotten.

He only knew that he was a guest, and he had to tell the host when he left.

He remembered saying, "I'm not feeling well, please tell Cheng Yanxia that I'm going home first."

Sorry to get him into trouble.

Mingyu smiled, but the durian tree, which symbolizes the prosperity and wealth of life, gradually withered.

I don't know, if he didn't come to school from the beginning, would he meet his husband again when he was 25 years old.

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"Mr. Cheng, the guest at 1102 would like to inform you that he is not feeling well and has already gone home."

Even after returning home after the banquet, Cheng Yanxia's mind still kept echoing this sentence.

He didn't know how many times he turned on the phone, and finally threw it aside.

When Song Eage opened the door, he saw his son slumped on the sofa, with obvious irritability on his face. "Ouch - honey, lost love?"

"mom!"

"Okay, okay, don't talk, don't talk." Song Yuge turned his head and said, "Honey, come and see if your son is broken in love?"

Cheng Jiangtang had a suit jacket on his hand, and hurried to Song Eage's side without letting it go.

It was originally Long Wei's serious face, but he moved closer to Song Ege, immediately wrapped his arms around his wife's waist, and put his chin on her shoulder.A real big dog.

Cheng Jiang Tangzai carefully looked at the cheap son who was just showing maturity.

"I think so, you were exactly the same as him when you didn't catch up with me."

"It's a bit similar, but isn't Cheng Yanxia still in love?" Cheng's couple stood in front of their son and analyzed and commented on him from beginning to end.

Cheng Yanxia with a dark face, picked up the big pear blossom on her stomach and went upstairs.

"Look, you've become angry from embarrassment." Song Yuge poked Cheng Jiangtang's forehead with his backhand.

Cheng Jiangtang waited for her to finish poking, then immediately held it in the palm of his hand and pulled it to his wife's waist.He vowed: "Perhaps our son's rebellious period has come."

Song Yuge: "Impossible! My intuition is right!"

Cheng Jiangtang resolutely changed his words: "Yes, yes, it is what my wife says!"

The author says:

Gong's father is called Cheng Jiangtang (shang).

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution:

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Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!