Lovers suffer from depression [Quick Transmigration]

He couldn't help but reached out and rubbed Meng Miandong's hair, and said distressedly: "Aside from sandwiches? Is there anything else you want to eat?"

Meng Miandong thought about it and said, "Fried rice, dumplings, wontons, and porridge are all fine."

Including sandwiches, these are the breakfasts he often prepares for Meng Miandong.

Fried rice is usually fried rice with eggs, because the ingredients don’t need much effort to cut; he bought dumplings and wontons in advance and put them in the refrigerator. For porridge, just put all the ingredients into the health pot before going to bed the day before.

Meng Miandong in front of him didn't complain at all, but looked at him with eyes full of love.

But he himself has to admit that in the six months before Meng Miandong committed suicide by jumping off the building, he really ignored Meng Miandong.

Meng Miandong, who was born in an orphanage, has no emotional confidence. He was the one who pursued Meng Miandong at the beginning. When Meng Miandong agreed to date him, he promised that Meng Miandong would take good care of Meng Miandong and never let Meng Miandong Sleeping Winter was all alone.

However, after dating for only five years and living together for only four and a half years, Meng Miandong jumped off the roof.

Not to mention taking good care of Meng Miandong, he didn't even keep Meng Miandong's life.

He sighed secretly, and asked Meng Miandong again: "Apart from fried rice, dumplings, wontons, porridge?"

Meng Miandong tilted her head and said, "I can't think of it."

Wen Ran touched Meng Miandong's stomach, squatted down, and kissed Meng Miandong's stomach through his pajamas, then put his left ear on Meng Miandong's stomach, and said softly: "I'm most Sleeping Winter Belly, can you tell me what you want to eat?"

Meng Miandong felt that Wen Ran was teasing a child, and couldn't help laughing.

Hearing Meng Miandong's laughter, Wen Ran raised his head and said solemnly: "Your stomach says it wants to eat me."

Meng Miandong deliberately said: "How should I eat it to taste better? Which piece of meat is the most tender on your body?"

Wen Ran took a light bite on Meng Miandong's stomach, then her lips snaked up from her stomach, kissing the corner of Meng Miandong's lips.

Seeing that the burning lips were about to be removed, Meng Miandong pointed to her own lips and said, "Don't you want to kiss here?"

Wen Ran immediately kissed her, Meng Miandong's lips were soft and warm, which made Wen Ran sink into it.

He originally wanted to taste it lightly, but accidentally kissed those lips so that they were slightly red and swollen.

Meng Miandong rubbed her lips, pretending to be angry and said: "Didn't I eat you? Why did you eat me?"

Wen Ran smiled and said, "So Miandong likes to be eaten by me?"

Meng Miandong said frankly: "I like it."

Wen Ran asked: "How much do you like it?"

Meng Miandong replied, "I like it just like I like dessert."

"Greedy ghost." Wen Ran complained, and then asked, "Where does Miandong like to be eaten by me?"

Wen Ran's tone was full of ambiguity, Meng Miandong blushed and said, "I like everything."

Wen Ran put his hand on Meng Miandong's face, and teased: "Obviously you have been eaten by me from top to bottom, from inside to outside, why are you so shy?"

Before Meng Miandong could answer, he added: "But I really like your shy look, it's very delicious."

His words made Meng Miandong's face turn even redder, as if red dye could drip down, there must have been some unsuitable images in Meng Miandong's mind?

He laughed and didn't continue the topic, but said: "Since you can't figure it out, shall we go out and have breakfast together? Buy some ingredients after eating, and I'll make dessert for you."

In the last world, he studied western pastry almost every day, and he could make even the simplest chiffon cake with an unforgettable taste.

Most of the desserts that Meng Miandong likes to eat are Western-style desserts, and there are also Chinese-style and Japanese-style desserts.

He has already skipped work today anyway, so of course he has enough time to make dessert.

Wen Ran is very busy, and has not made any desserts for several months. Hearing what Wen Ran said, Meng Miandong immediately cheered and said, "Really?"

Meng Miandong is too easy to satisfy, it's just dessert.

Wen Ran held Meng Miandong's cheeks, looked into Meng Miandong's eyes and said, "Really, but I have three conditions. First, you must go to the hospital with me tomorrow Monday. I want to know your condition. How serious is the depression? Second, from today onwards, you are not allowed to hide anything from me. No matter where you are unhappy or uncomfortable, you must tell me. Third, you must remember that I will Tolerate all your shortcomings and willfulness."

Meng Miandong's eyes were watered by Wen Ran's words, he blinked and said: "I agree to the first condition, I will go to the hospital with you tomorrow Monday, you don't have to worry too much, I will It's mild depression, nothing will happen; about the second condition..."

After hesitating for a moment, he said, "I'm out of place in school and I'm not having a good time. Can I drop out?"

Wen Ran nodded: "Yes, if you can agree to my third condition."

Meng Miandong smiled and said, "Well, I promise you."

"My Miandong is so good." Wen Ran planted a few kisses on Meng Miandong's hair before saying to Meng Miandong, "Do you want to go out now, or go back to sleep again?"

It's 25:[-] in the morning, it's still early, Meng Miandong pestered Wen Ran to do it four times yesterday, but she was still a little sleepy, so she hugged Wen Ran tightly and said, "I want to sleep again, but you have to Sleep with me."

Wen Ran did not refuse: "Okay, I will sleep with you."

He took Meng Miandong's hand back to the bed, and Meng Miandong slipped into his arms, and soon fell asleep peacefully.

He caressed Meng Miandong, worried. Meng Miandong may indeed be mildly depressed now, but no one can guarantee that it will not deteriorate into severe depression. After all, the last time, Meng Miandong jumped off the building after more than three months committed suicide.

Thinking of the situation at that time, he was sober as if he had been splashed with a bucket of ice water.

So far, so good, but he can't take it lightly.

He tried to close his eyes, but did not fall asleep.

During this period, a call came, it was about work, he had no intention of working at all, so he transferred the call to Wen Yan.

He also thought about handing over all the work at hand to Wen Yan tomorrow. Although I am sorry for Wen Yan, for him now, as long as Meng Miandong is safe and sound, it doesn't matter even if his business fails.

He thought a lot, until Meng Miandong woke up, he didn't fall asleep for a minute.

Of course Meng Miandong knew that Wen Ran was not asleep, pinched Wen Ran's face and said, "Let's go have breakfast."

Wen Ran opened his eyes and got out of bed.

He had washed, but hadn't changed his clothes yet, so he went to change his clothes.

When he was putting on his shirt, he noticed Meng Miandong's gaze, then turned his head, and said frantically, "Are you satisfied with what you see?"

Meng Miandong was amused by Wen Ran: "Satisfied, very satisfied."

Wen Ran tried his best to maintain the evil and maddened expression, and licked his lips again: "But I am not satisfied with what I see, if you can take off all the clothes on your body, I think I will be very satisfied of."

Meng Miandong took off her clothes obediently, stood in front of Wen Ran, and said shamefully, "Are you satisfied with what you see?"

"Very satisfied." Wen Ran inspected Meng Miandong's body with his eyes. When they went to bed yesterday, only the dim bedside lamp was turned on. He actually didn't see it clearly, but now he has turned on the headlight, adding The sunlight coming in through the curtains was enough for him to see clearly.

Depression can lead to self-mutilation, but fortunately, the skin of Meng Miandong in front of him is intact.

He secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and brought underwear and other clothes to put on for Meng Miandong.

Then, he took Meng Miandong's hand and went out.

It was nearly ten o'clock now, and they went to a Cantonese-style tea house for morning tea.

Steamed pork ribs with black bean sauce, steamed cowboy bones with black pepper, dry steamed siu mai, crystal shrimp dumplings, barbecued pork buns, crab roe soup dumplings, salty dumplings, beef rice rolls, and boat porridge.

Since they were not in a hurry, they ate this morning tea very slowly, and added some steamed chicken feet and bird's nest puff pastry egg tarts.

After finishing their morning tea, they went to the supermarket together.

After shopping around in the supermarket, they watched another literary film.

It's been a long time since they spent weekends together so leisurely.

But on the way back, Meng Miandong lowered his head and said, "You'd better go to work, don't make desserts, you have been with me for a long time today, I am already very satisfied."

Taking advantage of the gap between the red lights, Wen Ran turned his head sideways, looked at Meng Miandong and said, "Work is not as important as you at all, and why do you think that I am with you instead of you with me, or that we are with each other?" ?”

He reached out and stroked Meng Miandong's cheek and said, "You are at a low point now, your work and study are not going well, and you are suffering from depression, but you don't need to put yourself in a lower position than me, use such a humble The tone speaks to me, we are equal, we are equal at all times. Be self-willed with me, Miudong."

Meng Miandong said, "But I..."

Wen Ran saw that the red light was over, started the car, and said: "No, but when you recover, I will naturally work hard, and now I must accompany you more."

Of course Meng Miandong knew that Wen Ran loved him, but under the catalyst of depression, he still had doubts about Wen Ran, now after hearing Wen Ran's confession, he couldn't help murmuring: "I'm very happy. "

"That's good." Wen Ran drove into the parking lot of the community, stopped the car, got out of the car, opened the door for Meng Miandong, and pressed a kiss on Meng Miandong's forehead.

Meng Miandong instinctively closed her eyes, and at the same time put her arms around Wen Ran's waist.

Wen Ran picked up Meng Miandong's lips, sucked them lightly, then brushed Meng Miandong's teeth with the tip of her tongue, and then let go of Meng Miandong, saying: "Let's go home and make dessert."

"I'll help you." Wen Ran gave Meng Miandong a sideways look, and said aggrievedly, "Although I don't know how to do it, at least it won't be a disservice. Hitting someone is always okay."

Wen Ran laughed and said: "My Miandong is very smart, of course it won't be a disservice, it's just a piece of cake."

Meng Miandong was praised by Wen Ran complacently: "Yes, I am the smartest."

It's a pity, as it turns out, it's better for Wen Ran to make desserts by himself than to let Meng Miandong help.