Chapter 70 Isolation
"No, I have to do it anyway." It was because he was being controlled by this spoiled girl who kept talking about divorce whenever they had a disagreement.
If they were caught playing tricks, Lao Meng would not punish Lian and Qing, but only him.
Lian Yuqing picked up a pen and wrote the three words "apology".
Although she said she couldn't write, she actually finished the first paragraph very quickly with a sincere attitude. She looked so obedient as she lowered her head to write. No one who saw her would think that she was a dangerous person who would fight with others at the slightest disagreement.
"Okay, now I'll leave everything to my tall and handsome Wei Ying! Oh, which husband is so kind to his wife? Of course it's mine! I'm so happy." She held her chin with her little hand, with starry eyes.
Knowing clearly that the words that kept coming out of her little mouth were not sincere, but these words flowed into his heart like honey. Wei Dong picked up the pen and imitated her word by word.
Lian Yuqing's handwriting is beautiful but irregular, free and unrestrained, just like her, beautiful but unruly, destined not to be content with being just a little woman.
Lian Yuqing was not worried at all about Wei Dong's suspicion, because the master had very little contact with him and he had no chance to see the master's handwriting.
The mistress is a delicate lady from the capital, so it is normal for her to have good handwriting.
She sat in her seat and ate watermelon obediently, spitting the black seeds on the paper. The room was very quiet, with only the sound of her eating and the rustling sound of the pen moving across the paper.
"Hey, what kind of girls do you like?" Sure enough, she couldn't stand the loneliness, so she came over. Afraid of ruining the half-written paper, Wei Dong pushed her away forcefully.
What kind of girl? His thoughts turned. When he was young, he had fantasized about marrying a gentle and virtuous girl, treating each other with respect, taking care of his parents and children, and living a prosperous life together.
I never thought that my wife would be a spoiled, domineering, willful and a little cute girl.
Wei Dong didn't respond for a long time. Lian Yuqing thought he was a very reserved person. He had the answer in his heart but was not willing to say it. He rolled his eyes and said, "Let me guess... He must be gentle as water, proficient in housework, and ask you about your well-being as soon as you get home, right?"
Wei Dong choked and said, "No."
"Pretend, keep pretending."
He put down his pen and asked, "Are you still going to write this self-criticism?"
Lian Yuqing immediately pushed the watermelon in front of him and said flatteringly, "You must be tired from writing. Come and eat some watermelon before you continue writing."
Over the next few days, Wei Dong worked late into the night to help finish the 5,000-word self-review. He even checked it with Lian Yuqing, crossed out the words that didn't look right and wrote his own. This self-review was absolutely perfect!
It's a coincidence that I ran into Cai Weiwei on the day I handed in my apology. Her face was still swollen from being slapped. I heard from Cai Guifen that she had taken a few days off and was too embarrassed to go to school.
When she met her, Weiwei pushed the door and walked into Lao Meng's office as if she had seen her. She even raised an eyebrow at Qing. Is she finally stopping acting?
She was afraid that Meng Qinghai would ask the two of them to shake hands and make peace. From the moment she knocked on the door, she and Qi Weiwei were destined to fight to the death. Lian Yuqing stood at the door for a while, waiting for Qi Weiwei to come out before going in.
Meng Qinghai joked: "Let's discuss it. Come here with Comrade Xiao Xiao."
Lian Yuqing played dumb, "Ah? But I didn't see her."
Meng Qinghai saw it all, but said nothing. He didn't care too much about who disliked whom or who had conflicts with whom in this family compound, as long as they didn't make it public.
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