Chapter 142: Going Home - Back to 18, I Became Rich by Spending Money
When they arrived at Wen Yan's house, Meng Qinghe cooked for her in the kitchen while she was cleaning. He made her a seafood porridge and told her to eat it when she was hungry by just simmering it over low heat.
Wen Yan opened the suitcase, took out the laundry and put it in the place where the dirty clothes were placed, along with the quilt. She sent a message to the aunt who was packing, and then packed the things she needed to take home back into the suitcase. She felt a little homesick, so she decided to go home early.
After Meng Qinghe put the rice down, he went to the cloakroom and watched her pack. Leaning against the wardrobe, the cloakroom gradually changed from being filled with only her clothes to being filled with some of his clothes.
The whole house, which was originally empty, is now filled with the atmosphere of their life. The drinking cups are couple's, the books he usually reads are placed everywhere on the sofa, and the toiletries of the two are neatly arranged in the bathroom. Although the two did not do the last step, they did not miss the other steps.
He suddenly laughed as he was thinking. Wen Yan was thinking about how many clothes to bring back. When she heard his laughter, she looked at him in confusion, wondering what he was laughing at.
"I suddenly realized something."
"What's the matter?" She looked at him puzzled.
Meng Qinghe relaxed, squatted down, and helped her fold the clothes she took out. Then he said with a smile, "Ayan, I suddenly feel that you have noticed that I look a bit like someone you support. When I went home before, my mother laughed at me and said that I was supported by my girlfriend."
Wen Yan listened seriously, but after hearing the last part, she laughed. She had been squatting on the ground, but now she threw herself into his arms, rubbing his face and saying with a smile, "Isn't that a good deal for me? Supporting a famous university student who is so handsome, the market price is not cheap."
Being ravaged by his girlfriend's face like this, he could only let her do what she wanted. "So, Miss Rich, why don't you consider telling your family about our relationship? The person you support shouldn't be too embarrassing, right? Give them a buffer period this year. I'm wondering if I can visit my parents-in-law during the Chinese New Year next year."
He felt a little reluctant when he thought that they wouldn't be able to see each other during the holidays and would no longer be within reach. If it wasn't unrealistic, he even wanted to take her with him, and she could follow him, or he could follow her.
Wen Yan was really amused by his appearance. Where did your Mengshen demeanor go? Now you become so familiar.
"From what I know about your father-in-law, he probably doesn't really want you around. When we left for National Day, he specifically told me not to fall in love, thinking I was still young. And what do you think the reaction would be if you told the father of an 18-year-old girl that she had a boyfriend? I think if he did, Old Wen wouldn't have a good New Year."
Hearing her words, Meng Qinghe could only sigh deeply. The Long March had just begun, and the young man still needed to work hard.
That night, after Wen Yan took a shower, he let her see what it would be like for a man who wouldn't see his girlfriend for a long time.
Wen Yan's hands were so sore by the end that there was not a single spot on her body that was unharmed. It felt as if she had been bitten by a dog and she had no strength left in her body. After finishing her work, Meng Qinghe had to carry her into the bathroom to clean up.
When she woke up the next morning, she saw marks all over her body, including strawberry marks on her neck. Wen Yan wanted to strangle that guy to death. If her mother saw this, it would be like Mars hitting the Earth.
Seeing this handsome face in front of her, she wanted to go up and take a bite. Before she could move, the man who had woken up at some point came forward and kissed her.
He gave her a full, deep kiss before letting her go.
"Good morning, Ayan."
"I'm not uneasy at all. Get out of my way. I want to get up. I don't want to see your face now." Wen Yan pushed him away and tried to get out of bed.
Just as I was about to turn around and get out of bed, I was picked up and carried to the bathroom.
He was handed a toothbrush with toothpaste squeezed on it with both hands. He glared at the person who was smiling brightly in the mirror, took the toothbrush, and told him to get out quickly, saying that he was so annoyed.
Seeing her come out after washing up, and then walk into the restaurant without even looking at him, Meng Qinghe hurriedly and attentively handed her the first cup of hot water in the morning, pulled out a chair for her, and handed breakfast to her.
Wen Yan was not appeased by his behavior at all. She put one hand directly on his waist and twisted it. Meng Qinghe's expression stiffened for a moment. Tsk, this strength, his baby has already practiced to this level of proficiency.
"You did it on purpose, didn't you?" he asked, glaring at him.
He raised an eyebrow, his face calm and his heart still, saying, "How could that be? Am I that kind of person? It's not that I'm a little excited just thinking about not seeing you for so long. Is there anything that doesn't feel right? I'll give you a massage."
When she heard him say, "rub it," she thought of the scene last night. She glared at him and quickly pushed him away, "Don't disturb me while I'm having breakfast."
Sitting opposite her, he watched her eat the breakfast he prepared bite by bite, his eyes soft and doting.
Wen Yan's face almost turned red when she saw his eyes. What was so good about it?
After Meng Qinghe put Wen Yan's suitcase in her car, he hugged her tightly. He missed her before he left. In the past few months, he not only cooked her, but also completely sacrificed himself.
When it was time to leave, Wen Yan started to get emotional, hugging him and not wanting to let go. "You must remember to think of me, think of me every moment, call me every day, and I will be back when school is about to start."
Stroking the girl's soft hair, a familiar fragrance wafted from her body, rushing straight into his nose. "I was worried that you'd have too much fun during the winter vacation and forget about me. I will call you every night. Send me a message when you're unhappy, and send me a message when you're happy, too. Remember?"
I felt relieved when I felt her nod in my arms.
"Okay, let's go. Your uncle and aunt are waiting for you to come home for lunch. Be careful when driving on the road. You can't take the highway. If you take the national highway, pay attention to whether the road is icy and be careful not to slip. Drive slowly and send me a message when you get home." Because Wen Yan only got his driver's license this year and his probationary period has not yet ended, he cannot go on the highway.
Meng Qinghe carefully checked the car and only let her go after he confirmed there were no safety hazards.
"I'm leaving. Bye."
He waited until the car drove out of the underground parking lot before he turned his gaze away and prepared to leave.
After she left, Meng Qinghe took a taxi back to school. His luggage had already been packed and placed in the trunk of the car. After seeing Wen Yan off, he prepared to go home. In fact, he had finished the exam several days ago, but he waited until he saw his girlfriend off before leaving school.
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