In this way, Qiao Qingqing has spent 13,158 yuan so far.
I have less than four hundred dollars left.
This amount of money alone was enough for Qiao Qingqing to live on for a year. After all, she didn't spend much at the time and only went to the cafeteria to get food occasionally. Most of the time, she hid in the space, eating her own rice, the fish and shrimp she raised herself, and the vegetables she grew herself.
Now, I have my own pigs to feed...
If she didn't mind the trouble, she could even kill a chicken every now and then.
It can be said that there is no one in the entire university with better food than hers.
Compared with those other women who are pale and thin due to malnutrition, Qiao Qingqing, with her fair skin, tall figure and rosy face, is simply a goddess-level existence.
So on the first day of school, as soon as Qiao Qingqing got off the car, she attracted the attention of many male students.
These people's sights were so obvious that Lu Heng couldn't ignore them even if he wanted to.
Lu Heng's face immediately darkened.
They are so blatant when I am present, what about when I am not here?
Thinking of this, Commander Lu developed a strong sense of crisis.
They are an old couple, how could Qiao Qingqing not know what he is thinking?
Since they were outside, Qiao Qingqing didn't know what to say, so she could only raise her hand and pat his arm, and when he looked over, she looked at him with a half-smile.
When Lu Heng met his wife's teasing eyes, his ears suddenly felt hot and he felt a little uncomfortable.
He put his fist to his lips and coughed, turning his head away from her sight.
However, this eye contact wiped out the jealousy in Lu Heng's heart.
If you think about it carefully, these people are all inferior to himself, so why should he feel a sense of crisis?
My wife's taste is not that bad.
What's more, their marriage relationship is protected. Anyone who dares to destroy it will be arrested and put under the fence!
Lu Heng carried his wife's luggage all the way to the dormitory building, but due to his identity as a man, he had to stop.
Lu Heng frowned as he watched his wife carrying so much luggage by herself. "Can't you ask the dormitory manager for help? I'll just deliver to the door of your dormitory."
"Forget it, don't make it special."
Qiao Qingqing walked a few steps with her luggage, then turned back and told him, "Wait for me under the tree outside."
There were still a few hours before the class meeting in the afternoon, and Qiao Qingqing planned to go back to the cafeteria with Lu Heng to have lunch before letting him go back.
After all, Lu Heng only took half a day off today and had to go to work in the afternoon. We couldn't let him go on an empty stomach.
Lu Heng is also quite honest.
When his wife spoke, he was as serious as a soldier, standing straight and motionless, like a sculpture.
This attracted the attention of many female students who returned to school, and they began to ask who he was.
"You don't even know him? He's the lover of Qiao Qingqing, the English major in Building 8!"
"Qiao Qingqing? Is that what those male censors privately commented on?"
"Yes, that's her."
"Ah, she's married? I thought she graduated last year like us..."
"How can that be possible? The child is already in his teens!"
"Hiss—then she wouldn't have given birth to a baby when she was fourteen or fifteen, right?"
"Shh, stop talking nonsense!"
"So what? She looks like she's only in her early twenties, and her child is already in her teens. Doesn't that mean she's giving birth to a baby too early?"
After hearing this, Lu Heng didn't want to talk to the strange woman, but he really couldn't stand someone slandering his lover.
He walked up to the three female officials, apologized and introduced himself: "Sorry to bother you, I'm Qiao Qingqing's lover, my name is Lu Heng."
The three female officials who were talking about him behind his back never expected that this man had such sharp ears. They didn't speak that loudly either.
Besides, even if most people heard it, they wouldn’t run up to block the way!
It’s over, it’s over. He looks tall and big, he won’t beat them up in a fit of rage, right?
Just when the three of them were panicking, Lu Heng said in a deep voice: "I want to correct something. According to the Marriage Law of 1950, men can get married at the age of 20 and women can get married at the age of 18. My wife and I got our marriage certificate at the legal age, so the situation you speculated does not exist..."
Lu Heng was halfway through his words when a hand reached out from behind and covered his mouth.
Qiao Qingqing interrupted with a smile on her face: "Sorry, you guys go now."
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