Wende doesn't know how to express himself, money is the most direct way. Wen Xia used to think that money was cold and emotionless, but now she knows that it was not the money that was cold, but her heart towards Wende that was cold.

She smiled and said: Dad, I have money. I just got my salary not long ago.

As soon as she sent the money, an extra 5,000 yuan appeared in her bank card.

Winder: You buy two pieces of clothing.

It was obviously a small matter, but Wen Xia felt a lump in her throat. Perhaps she was still feeling aggrieved after being misunderstood by her parents today.

She said coquettishly: Dad, I miss you.

Winder: Um ...

After a whole afternoon of being a little "depressed", Wen Xia took out her teaching materials after dinner and prepared for tomorrow's lesson with great concentration. In order to make it easier for students to understand, her steps were very detailed.

Well, at least you shouldn’t be the type who bends down to pick up a pen and then starts to “fly”.

Qin Mo didn't disturb her. He took out his computer and sat beside her, quietly typing away on the data analysis.

After a few minutes, he felt his cell phone vibrate and he picked it up: Is Xia Xia okay?

Apart from Winder, basically no one else would ask such a question.

Qin Mo looked at Teacher Wen who was concentrating on "educating" again and replied: Dad, Xia Xia is doing well and is preparing lessons now.

Winder replied with a "hmm" and nothing more happened after that.

So clean and neat that it seemed as if the question had never been asked.

Qin Mo: “…”

There were some messages on his phone. He flipped through them for a few minutes and suddenly found an extra two thousand yuan in his bank account. He knew who it was without asking.

My dear wife.

Why he has no shortage of pocket money? Because his wife will give him some.

It's not just money, but other things as well. After they got married, everything he wore, big or small, was bought by her.

He took a screenshot, blurred the amount, and posted a message: My wife gave me pocket money.

Pan Sen: Hahahaha, I'm laughing to death. Qin Mo, you're here today too. Well done to you, sister-in-law @Wen Xia.

Huo Qiu: Hahahaha, Qin Mo, do you want me to lend you money? I don’t have a few thousand, but I have a few hundred.

Zhao Zichuan: As brothers, I’ll sponsor you two hundred yuan.

Wu Bo: Am I the only one who thinks Qin Mo is showing off his affection? Don’t you realize that the focus is on his wife?

Everyone who realized that they didn't have a wife: "..."

Pan Sen was jealous: Qin Mo, be careful of the seven-year itch.

Qin Mo raised his eyebrows. What the hell was the seven-year itch?

Not worth mentioning.

He replied: Be careful of the graduation breakup season.

Pantheon: ...

Zhao Zichuan: …

Single dog Huo Qiu: Hahahahahahahahaha, Qin Mo directly Double Kill.

Wu Bo: Senzi, Zichuan, you guys should be careful, hahahaha, graduation season is coming soon.

There will be two more members in the singles team.

Pan Sen: Bah, just chill out among the single guys.

Zhao Zichuan: Climb.

At this time, in the high school dormitory group, Qin Mo posted a picture of pocket money without mosaics: Want me to lend it to you? It means that the pocket money is more than your living expenses.

Seeing the 2,000 yuan pocket money, Huo Qiu was shocked: F*ck! The pocket money is more than my living expenses, almost as much as my two months' living expenses.

Wu Bo: This is already my living expenses for two months.

Pan Sen: Qin Mo, will we die if you don't give us one more shot? Qin Mo: Sorry, I'm used to it.

Everyone: ...

Fuck! Even through the screen, I can imagine Qin Mo's don't mess with me face.

Pan Sen's teeth itched and asked: Is there anyone who wants to team up with me to fight him? Huo Qiu: I want to live longer, so I won't participate in this kind of suicide activity.

…

Wende came the next morning, at the gate of the institution. After class, Wen Xia heard Ma Shanshan say that her father had come, and she was stunned for a moment.

When she went out, she saw Winder wearing a thin black down jacket. His serious face became even more serious, but the moment he saw her, his expression softened noticeably.

Wen Xia sniffed, suppressed the sudden discomfort, and shouted happily, "Dad."

Winder looked up at her, "Well, I came to talk about something, so I just stopped by to see you."

"Dad, you came here to see me."

Wen Xia hugged his arm and said, "Dad, stay a few days before going back. I haven't seen you for a long time."

"Yeah." Winder did not refuse, and he had never refused her.

Knowing that Wen Xia had to attend class, he stayed for a while and then said he had something to do and would be back in the evening.

Wende had nothing to do in the afternoon, so he went shopping for clothes in the mall alone. He bought some for Wen Xia and then for Qin Mo.

Luo Yan happened to be buying clothes for Ning Yan.

When the two saw each other, they were stunned for a moment. Luo Yan took the initiative to greet them: "Xia Xia's father."

"Um."

Winder looked at the clothes in her hands. This store sells niche brands and each piece of clothing costs over a thousand dollars. He then looked at the clothes she was wearing. They were styles from a few years ago.

He quickly looked away and paid.

Luo Yan also paid.

When they were at the door, Winder pursed his lips and said, "It's on the way, let's go together."

Luo Yan was embarrassed to bother him, "No need, I'll take bus 229 and arrive in just ten minutes."

Wendt was a man of few words. He didn't drive the car and was obviously waiting for Luo Yan to get in.

Luo Yan had no choice but to sit in the back seat, "Thank you, Xia Xia's father."

When we got downstairs of Luo Yan's house, Luo Yan said before getting out of the car, "Wait for me for a few minutes."

She hurried upstairs, and soon came back downstairs in a hurry, handed Wend a black plastic bag of vegetables, and panted slightly, "My mother brought me a lot of vegetables, all grown at home, take them home and eat them."

The plastic bag she picked up casually might have been soaked with water on the stove, and suddenly a drop of water dripped onto the seat.

She quickly took it out and said hurriedly, "I'm sorry."

Winder shook his head and said in a deep voice: "It's okay, give it to me."

The man didn't look dissatisfied at all. Luo Yan was stunned for a moment, then quickly handed it to him again, "I'm really sorry."

"It's okay, you can get on." Winder watched her get on before driving away.

…

When Wen Xia and Qin Mo returned home, Wend had already prepared the meal and was rummaging through the cupboards, looking for something.

Wen Xia took off her shoes, walked over and asked, "Dad, what are you looking for?"

"Spoon." Winder said.

"It's at the edge. Let me get it." Wen Xia opened the cabinet next to her and touched a box, "..."

Condom.

Largest size.

The atmosphere is suffocating.

Her pupils dilated, and she turned her neck stiffly to look at Qin Mo. Why was this thing here? Qin Mo coughed unnaturally. He had put it there a long time ago and had forgotten to use it. He walked over and calmly entered the bedroom in front of his father-in-law.

Wen Xia didn't dare to look at her father's eyes. Wen De looked normal. He reached out for the spoon and said, "Eat."

After finishing the meal in a weird atmosphere, Wen Xia made the bed for Wen De and went back to her bedroom.

She looked at the culprit and whispered through gnashing teeth: "Qin dog!"

Qin Mo held her waist innocently and admitted his fault: "Wife, I haven't committed any crime yet."

Wen Xia grabbed him twice to vent her anger, "The evidence is irrefutable, and you still want to quibble!"

"It's all your fault. Dad saw this. Aaaaaaah!! I'm too embarrassed to face anyone." She threw herself on the bed and pulled the quilt over her head.

Qin Mo knew he was in the wrong, so he consoled her: "It's a normal need, Dad understands."

"I don't know your head. Have you ever seen that thing in anyone's kitchen?"

Wen Xia poked her head out, glared at him, and then threw him a pillow, "Go sleep in the study."