Chapter 140 I want to see her, no matter where
Ever since they met again after a long separation, the fear of being pushed away by her, mixed with the anxiety and uncertainty of the moment, shook his already fragile heart.
How long can Yingying stay with him?
Will she always feel sorry for him? But Yingying will always meet someone else.
A normal person, an ordinary person, a...good person.
㱗In the dead of night, emotions run wild.
"Yingying, I miss you."
He lowered his head and touched her nose with the tip of his nose, acting like a little animal and acting affectionately.
He didn't dare kiss her for fear of waking her up.
When her little hand warmed up, Wang Chuwei withdrew his hand and blinked to calm down.
After covering her with the quilt, he tilted his head to look at the table piled with her books.
He chuckled softly. The child still didn't like to clean the table.
I had to wait until the next morning to frantically look for the book. I only realized how anxious I was when I was almost late for school, and then I had no time to eat breakfast.
She showed him the class schedule on the first day of school and he took note of it.
Looking at the titles, Wang Chuwei roughly knew what book she would need tomorrow.
Xi's slender fingers flipped through Cheng Wanying's textbook, which contained not only notes but also many drawings.
It's obvious that he was daydreaming in class.
After tidying up, he lay down on the bed. He never took sleeping pills when Yingying was beside him.
The smell of Yingying helps him sleep.
It was dark all around, and Cheng Wanying was awakened by the buzzing alarm clock in the morning.
"ah!"
She jumped up from the bed. She had an 8am breakfast today.
Just as I was about to pack my books, I found that my bag had already been packed.
The quilt on the bed was replaced with a thick quilt. She was startled and rushed out of the room, "Chu Wei!"
The little girl threw herself into his arms barefoot, and Wang Chuwei reached out and carried her onto the table, "Good morning."
His smile was gentle under the warm sunshine outside the window, unfolding like a scroll, stretching beautifully.
"morning."
Cheng Wanying hugged his neck with a smile, rubbing her soft face against his cheek, and it seemed that he was in a better mood.
The anxiety I had about going to work at 8 am was easily dispelled by him.
"When did you get back last night?"
She wanted to wait for him, but she fell asleep while waiting.
"It's around eleven o'clock. You're already asleep."
Cheng Wanying tilted her head, as if he had indeed fallen asleep at this time.
"I won't talk to you anymore. I have to go to class. Are you free tonight? Let's have dinner together."
Wang Chuwei looked at his watch and said apologetically, "Today is not a good day. How about tomorrow?"
"Um."
Cheng Wanying nodded, saying that he had a job, so she picked up her bag and ran out.
"Miss, Master Chu Wei bought breakfast for you to eat."
The driver gave Cheng Wanying the breakfast that Master Chu Wei had given him in the morning.
Afraid that the young lady would be in a hurry in the morning and wouldn’t be able to make it in time, I simply put it in the car.
Holding the warm rice ball in her hand, Cheng Wanying curled her lips, and he guessed that she would forget.
The mutual familiarity between the two people was born over the years.
In the waiting class, the class had already started, and Cheng Wanying walked in with her back hunched.
"Yingying, did you go back home to live last night?"
Her friend Qian Miao asked, and Cheng Wanying nodded and took out a book from her bag.
She usually put things in random places when she packed them, but now her bag was tidy and it was obvious that it was his work.
Cheng Wanying secretly wolfed down the rice ball, pretending to be listening to the class attentively.
The hands under the table were busy texting Wang Chuwei, "Thank you."
【Study well】
The other side replied with four words. Cheng Wanying wrinkled her nose, snorted and ignored him.
After class, she went to the bathroom. Qian Miao opened the water cup and the water overflowed, soaking her pants. "Does anyone have a napkin?"
"Yingying should have such a big bag, right?"
The beige backpack looked like it contained these things. Qian Miao shook her head, "Yingying definitely doesn't have any."
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