After successfully choking Qin Mo, Wen Xia hung up the phone with satisfaction. She looked at the time, it was four o'clock in the afternoon.

She carried her bag and went out to buy groceries, and came back at around five o'clock with a lot of bags.

Winder is already home.

Wen Xia looked at the pile of things on the table, and Wen De looked at the things in Wen Xia's hands.

Wen Xia put down her things and shook her numb hands, "Dad, you went shopping too? Why didn't I see you?"

"I bought it at noon." Winder stood up and poured her a glass of water.

Wen Xia said "Oh" and put the vegetables into the refrigerator. "Dad, I didn't buy many vegetables. I froze the meat in the refrigerator and left some in the fresh-keeping room."

"Dad, you have to eat three meals a day."

Seeing his daughter putting the dishes on the table and giving instructions, Wend's eyebrows softened. He walked over to help, "Okay."

Wen Xia stretched out her little finger, tilted her head and said, "Pin it."

Winder was stunned for a moment. It had been many years since they had made a pinky promise. When Xia Xia was four or five years old, she liked to say: Dad, let’s make a pinky promise and we can’t change it.

After a few seconds, he stretched out his pinky finger. Wen Xia couldn't help laughing and hooked the two pinkies together, "Pink Pinky Promise, don't change for a hundred years. If you change, you're a puppy."

Winder cooperated with a "hmm".

Maybe she was about to leave, so after dinner, Winder sat with her on the sofa and watched TV for a long time.

He doesn't talk much, but his love is always deep.

At eight o'clock the next day, Wend drove her to the airport. When they arrived at the airport gate, Wen Xia took the things from Wend's hand and said, "Dad, you go back."

Winder pursed his lips and said, "Go in."

Wen Xia glanced at him, suddenly reached out and hugged him, and said with a smile: "Dad, I will come back when I have time. There are not many classes in the senior year."

"It's okay, no need to come back, just mind your own business." Although Winder sounded nonchalant, his voice sounded a bit hoarse when you listened carefully.

Wen Xia's nose felt sore, and she said reluctantly, "Dad, I'm going in. Go home and be careful. I'll call you when I get off the plane."

"good."

After watching her go in, Wen De turned around and left. Just as he got into the car, Wen Xia called, "Dad, there's money under the sofa cushion, remember to take it."

Winder was stunned for a moment, he pursed his lips and said, "No need."

I have.

Wen Xia smiled and said, "Dad's business is his. I said I would support him when I grow up, hehe."

Wend pursed his lips again, "Xia Xia, I have money."

I don't need you to support me, and I won't add any burden to you. Just live your own life.

"It's Dad's business whether he has money or not, and it's my business to give him money. Dad, remember to eat. I'm going in now. Bye, Dad." Wen Xia said.

After Wend returned home, he took the two thousand yuan that Wen Xia left under the sofa, and finally took it to the bank and deposited it in the card he left for Wen Xia.

…

Wen Xia called Wen De as soon as she got off the plane, and felt relieved when she knew that he had returned.

The male student from University B who was on the same flight with her, seeing that she had a lot of stuff, came over to help, "Senior Wen, let me help you carry it."

Wen Xia was stunned for a moment, then smiled and waved her hand, "No, thank you, there's someone at the door to pick me up."

The boy still helped to carry it, "I'll carry it to the door for you. Senior Qin is here to pick you up, right?"

The tone was a little curious.

Wen Xia: “…”

She nodded. "Yes."

The two walked a few steps, and the boy said a little embarrassedly: "Senior Wen, can I trouble you for something?"

Wen Xia asked in confusion: "What's the matter?"

"Can I borrow Senior Qin's notes?" The boy is also from the School of Finance. Qin Mo is the academic genius of the Finance Department and everyone admires him.

Wen Xia thought about Qin Mo's notes which couldn't be simpler, and she estimated that without a certain IQ, it would be difficult to understand them.

But she didn't say this, which was a bit discouraging.

She nodded: "Okay, I'll ask him to lend it to you when the time comes."

"Thank you, Senior Sister Wen." The boy said happily.

Qin Mo was standing at the door and saw his wife chatting with a boy from a distance.

About half a meter away.

It’s damn close.

He opened his lips to claim his sovereignty, "Wife."

Wen Xia looked over from a distance. Qin Mo was wearing a white shirt and dark blue trousers. He should have come directly from the company.

However, the handsome face is a little "green".

“…”

When she got closer, she replied, "Husband."

A jealous person.

Qin Mo reached out to take her things. The boy was very happy to see him and said, "Hello, Senior Qin. I am Li An from the Finance Department. I learned a lot from the financial theories that Senior Qin published before. They are very practical."

Qin Mo said "hmm".

Wen Xia may have read too many novels, so when he saw this kind of scene, he imagined a gay scene.

As soon as his wife blinked her eyes, Qin Mo knew where she was going, "..."

He politely thanked the boy: "My wife is troubling you."

The boy waved his hand. "No trouble, no trouble. Um, Senior Qin, can we add each other's contact information? I have a lot of questions I don't understand."

Qin Mo did not refuse. The two added each other on WeChat. After the boy left, Qin Mo tilted his head slightly to look at Wen Xia, "Wife, your brain needs to be updated."

Wen Xia: “…”

She took his arm and said flatteringly, "Honey, I brought you a lot of food."

"I don't want anything."

Qin Mo refused without a second thought, and then said faintly: "Eat you."

Wen Xia: “…”

Eat your big head ghost.

…

There are fewer courses in the senior year, with only six or seven classes a week, and many students begin to use this time to study for exams.

Wen Xia has almost completed her certificate exams and has started submitting her resume online in preparation for an internship.

Zhao Zichuan suffered a serious blow from Qin Xueba. The results of the law qualification examination on September 1st came out, and he failed by a few points.

Qin Mo passed.

This was really heartbreaking. He was a law student, but he couldn't even pass the exam as well as someone from another department.

Fuck! That's so fucking depressing.

Pan Sen knew the news and mocked Zhao Zichuan unkindly: "Zhao Zichuan, what's the use of you? You can't even pass the external college like Qin Mo."

Zhao Zichuan: “…”

He smiled wryly, "Go away."

Pan Sen laughed out loud, and then "ridiculed" him in the high school group. His high school classmates once again felt Qin Xueba's perversion.

Messages came one after another in the group: I often want to borrow Qin Mo's brain, how does he manage to possess so much knowledge?

I’m not called a top student for nothing. I’m just that awesome. If I wasn’t a little bit awesomer, I would think it’s abnormal.

I think God not only opened doors and windows for Qin Mo, but also opened countless rat holes.

Wen Xia saw the message in the group and almost laughed out loud. She showed her phone to Qin Mo who was handling something nearby: "Honey, how many rat holes do you have? Let me crawl into one."

Qin Mo looked at his phone for more than ten seconds, then looked at her, staring at her with a half-curled lip, "Go ahead." He pointed his finger at his lips.

Somewhat provocative.

Wen Xia was caught off guard by his coquettishness. She couldn't help but cough at the two of them, then said angrily, "Shame on you."

Qin Mo held her face and kissed her hard, "If you want to be shameless, then be shameless. Having a wife is enough."

Wen Xia: “…”

This guy's love words have remained the same for more than ten years. Where did the seven-year itch and the ten-year itch go?

"Qin Gougou, we have been married for more than ten years, aren't you tired of it?"

Qin Mo raised his eyebrows and said meaningfully: "If my wife is tired of it, let's play Cosplay."

"You are the teacher and I am the student."

He raised his chin, looking extremely sweet, "Teacher Wen, kiss me."

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