At daybreak, Fu Heng found a warm body in his arms without even opening his eyes.
He carefully pulled out his arms, pulled up the quilt that had been kicked to the corner and covered her carefully, then he got up and went to the bathroom to wash up.
The sound of water gurgling woke Qingqing from her sleep.
She rubbed her eyes sleepily, climbed up with a head of messy hair, and sat alone on the big bed in a daze. When
Fu Heng came out of the wash, he saw her in such a daze.
He was used to it, so he naturally went forward, picked her up, and took her directly back to the bathroom to help her wash up.
A warm towel was placed on her face, rubbing it with moderate force. It was so comfortable that Qingqing's consciousness, which had been somewhat clear, began to become fuzzy again.
"Take it yourself. I'll go cook for you."
Fu Heng put toothpaste on the electric toothbrush and put it into Qingqing's mouth. He turned and left, leaving Qingqing alone in the bathroom to continue to torture herself.
After breakfast was ready, Qingqing slowly came out with a facial mask on.
She didn't wear makeup, but she still couldn't be careless about necessary skin care.
Sitting at the dining table, Qingqing ate the breakfast that Fu Heng brought to her. While eating, she asked curiously, "Where are we going today?"
She still remembered what Fu Heng said to her before going to bed last night.
"You came to my place to sleep again last night."
Fu Heng didn't answer directly, but brought up another topic.
"I can't sleep alone." Qingqing tried to get away with it by acting coquettishly.
She didn't lie. Her body was used to Fu Heng's breath, and she was not used to sleeping alone now.
She tossed and turned for an hour or two but couldn't fall asleep. But as soon as she lay down next to Fu Heng, she felt sleepy instantly and fell asleep in a short while.
Qingqing's "climbing on the bed" was not the first or second time, and Fu Heng scolded her every time, but she just didn't change.
"We are a legal couple, what's wrong with sleeping together?" Occasionally, when she was annoyed by him, Qingqing could still use this sentence to refute him with confidence.
At this time, Fu Heng was often unable to refute.
It was indeed okay to sleep together, but he didn't trust his self-control. This little bastard had no sense and would challenge his bottom line every time.
"Don't throw away the fruit."
Fu Heng pushed back the fruit plate that Qingqing had secretly pushed away, staring at her sternly, not allowing her to be picky about food.
"I don't like dragon fruit!"
Qingqing murmured softly, but still didn't dare to rebel openly, so she could only eat the dragon fruit obediently.
Both sons were
not at home, and the couple prepared to go out after breakfast.
They didn't know where to go, so in order to avoid having to walk a lot, Qingqing deliberately put on a pair of white shoes, which was more convenient than high heels or flat shoes.
To match the shoes, she wore a casual sporty outfit, and tied her hair into a ponytail, looking youthful and energetic.
In comparison, although Fu Heng was also dressed in casual clothes, and even though he was well-maintained and did not look old, his overly serious temperament was actually taken advantage of by Qingqing to make him look much older.
The two of them standing together did not look like a couple, but rather like a parent with a child.
"Uncle, let's go, let's go, you are the only one who is slow." Qingqing pulled Fu Heng's hand and ran out excitedly.
Fu Heng followed behind her with her strength, and his eyebrows slightly raised when he heard the words.
Uncle?
He is only two years older than her, and he is called old.
The two got in the car, without calling a driver, and Fu Heng drove the car, and they set off together to the unknown destination.
Qingqing looked at the scenery outside curiously and found that it was still a familiar street scene. It seemed that they would not leave the city.
The car drove straight into the university town and stopped at the largest campus in the middle.
"What is this...?" Qingqing leaned over the window and looked around.
"Our alma mater, aren't you curious about which university you will go to in the future?"
"Really?" Qingqing was a little shocked: "How can I possibly get into Jinan University!"
This is a key university in their province, and it is not inferior to Capital University in any way. The admission score is also relatively high.
Family members know their own affairs. Qingqing still remembers that her grades dropped after entering high school. The class teacher talked to her at the time and said that it would not be a problem for her to get into a key university, but it would be a bit uncertain if she wanted to get into Jinan University.
Their class teacher never spoke without a purpose. In fact, what he said was that the possibility of her getting in was very small.
So Qingqing thought she really couldn't get into Jinan University, but she did get in in the end.
She's worthy of it!
The shameless guy started to brag.
Fu Heng and Qingqing got out of the car, but didn't leave immediately. Instead, they went around to the trunk to get something.
"What are you taking?" Qingqing leaned over to see.
Fu Heng took out a bouquet of flowers and a gift box.
"Today is Professor Zhang Xia's birthday. As his students, we should go see the old man."
"Professor Zhang Xia?" Qingqing didn't remember this person yet.
"She was our professional course tutor in college, and your and my graduate and
doctoral tutor." Fu Heng explained.
"Hey, I actually got admitted to graduate school?"
Qingqing was surprised, and her focus was obviously on the three words "graduate student": "I thought I would go abroad for further studies."
This is the common route taken by people born in their families.
Get admitted to university and study abroad, or go abroad directly after graduating from high school. There are also some who stay in the country to study, but they are very few.
Qingqing thought that her studies would be arranged in this way, but she didn't expect that she would take another path.
"There are many good schools in the country, and you have been admitted to Jinan University, a key provincial university, so you naturally don't need to go abroad to get a degree. The most important thing is..."
Fu Heng paused and turned around. Qingqing was caught off guard and bumped into his arms. He held her slender waist with one hand: "I'm here, where do you want to go?"
Her white and tender cheeks gradually turned red, and the heat rose. Qingqing had to quickly leave a big stove to avoid the risk of burning her brain.
"I remember you said that I married you before I graduated from college, right?" She snatched the flowers from Fu Heng's hand and blocked her face to prevent others from seeing her expression.
"Yeah." Fu Heng corrected her: "You married me when you reached the legal age for marriage."
Is there a difference between the two?
Didn't they both happen when she was in college?
"Then when I was pregnant with Ah Zhen, weren't I still in school?"
She found out she was pregnant almost two months after she got married. At that time, she had just started her junior year and definitely hadn't graduated yet.
When this topic was mentioned, Qingqing couldn't help but fantasize.
Imagine her being pregnant, studying on campus, her classmates still ignorant, but she was already married and a mother... This picture was too exciting, she didn't dare to watch it.
Seeing that Qingqing was almost buried in the bouquet, a smile flashed across Fu Heng's eyes.
He knew what his wife was thinking. After all, when she was pregnant, she was still very lively and liked to whisper in front of him about everything.
The hand that didn't hold the gift gently held Qingqing's waist, and led her forward in an intimate manner.
"You are too thin. You don't look fat even when you are pregnant. You look pregnant when it's cold. You have too many clothes. Even after you gave birth, no one knew you were pregnant."
In addition to Qingqing's friends and their counselors,
Professor Zhang Xia is also one of the insiders. She helped Qingqing a lot when she was pregnant and went to school, so Fu Heng is very grateful to this respected old professor. Professor
Zhang Xia is 70 years old this year, an age when she should have retired.
It's just that
the school couldn't bear to part with this talent, so they specially hired her back with a high salary after retirement and begged the old teacher to come back to teach.
Coincidentally, the old teacher who had taught for a lifetime couldn't stay at home, so he simply accepted the school's re-employment and ran back to continue teaching students.
However, he no longer accepts disciples or students. He is only a subject teacher. He comes here to teach a few classes every week and occasionally gives lectures. The rest of the time, he is still enjoying his retirement life.
Fu Heng had specifically inquired before coming and knew that Professor Zhang had a class at nine o'clock this morning.
It is now half past eight. According to Professor Zhang's habit, he will definitely come to school in advance to prepare for class, so if he goes there at this time, there is a high probability that there will be someone in the office.
Facts have proved that Fu Heng's guess is correct.
Professor Zhang is not only in the office, but there are even quite a few people in it.
These people range from successful people in suits and ties to students with pale faces, but without exception, they are all students of Professor Zhang.
Fu Heng is not surprised. Professor Zhang has many students all over the world, and he is not the only one who knows how to deal with things.
But they must be the most dazzling.
As soon as he walked in with Qingqing, everyone's eyes were immediately focused on them.
Some of the circles overlapped, and many people knew them. When they saw the two of them, the scene was inexplicably quiet.
It was as if they saw the Dean of Studies coming to inspect.
The scene was silent, and it was Professor Zhang who was surrounded in the middle who spoke first to break the silence: "It's Fu Heng, and Gu Qingqing, why are you two here too?"
"Look at what you said, today is your 70th birthday, professor, and we, as students, have come to congratulate you. This is the flower that Fu Heng and I picked together and is given to you."
Qingqing's decent and playful words eased the atmosphere on the scene, and she also took the opportunity to offer flowers to Buddha, making Professor Zhang smile.
"I haven't seen you for many years, but you are still so lively. Very good." Professor Zhang took the flowers and put the one given by Qingqing in the middle, not caring that there were already several bouquets on the table. "
Professor, this is our gift to you."
Fu Heng also stepped forward and gave Professor Zhang the gift he had prepared.
Unexpectedly, Professor Zhang, who was smiling and accepting the flowers just a moment ago, became fierce and scolded Fu Heng the next moment, asking him to take the gift back.
"Take it away quickly. I, an old man, don't teach and educate people to receive gifts."
Flowers can be received, and then sent to other offices. It would be nice for all teachers to smell the fragrance of flowers together, but gifts are definitely not within Professor Zhang's scope of acceptance.
Fu Heng was somewhat helpless, but he also knew Professor Zhang's temper: "This is not a valuable item."
"Even if it's not valuable, I don't want it. Take it. I have money to buy anything I want. You don't need to send it to me!" He waved his hands like a fly, clearly showing his disdain.
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