Meng Qinghe got up to go to work and was startled when he saw someone in the kitchen.
Realizing that they were the two people who had gone to see the doctor last night, Tang Huan asked with concern, "What did the doctor say, Xiao Huan?"
Tang Huan quickly replied, "The doctor said it was a cold. I'll be fine after a few days of IV drips and medication."
Meng Qinghe came over to get the thermos and told her, "Wear warm clothes these days. If you really can't, ask for a few days off to rest at home. It's cold at school too."
"I understand, Dad." Tang Huan responded with a smile.
The water in his hand was about the same temperature. Meng Zeyan put the bowl on the table and reminded Tang Huan: "Drink the medicine."
Meng Qinghe was walking out with a thermos in his hand when he heard Meng Zeyan talking. He stopped, turned around and said to him, "Your uncle's second son has been making a fuss about joining the army recently. Give your uncle a call later. He can't stand hardship, so give him a shot of prevention."
Meng Zeyan also turned around and replied to him: "Okay, I'll fight later."
While the two were talking, Tang Huan quickly drank the medicine and slipped away from them.
Now, whenever she stood next to Meng Zeyan, she felt guilty, as if she was afraid of being discovered.
The problem is that there is nothing between them yet!
Looking at the person who slipped away, Meng Zeyan's lips curled up slightly.
Meng Qinghe saw that he was still smiling, but was afraid that he would be too scared. "Just talk to him nicely and let him know that this is not a joke. Don't scare him."
At the beginning, Meng Qinghe made up his mind to send Meng Zeyan to the army because he really couldn't take care of him. He thought that after he suffered and was tempered, he would know what was good for him.
I didn't expect that he would really make it.
Now that Meng Zeyan is setting an example, the rest of the guys are always eager to join the army, and they really think it's fun.
Tang Huan returned to the room, closed the door, took off his equipment and got into bed. Logically, he should have been very sleepy, but he was very energetic.
There was a book Tang Shuo had sent her lying on the bedside table. She had only read twenty pages of the book.
She wasn't planning on studying history, and she would get sleepy after reading just two pages.
I didn't read the book much, and there were a lot of things inserted in it.
Phone numbers, notes written by Meng Zeyan, and sometimes favorite leaves that he happened to pick up on the road.
The usual hypnosis books were no longer effective and had no effect at all.
She was a little excited, wanted to laugh, wanted to roll around in bed with the quilt, and wanted to tell everyone that the person she liked also liked her.
She has never been in a relationship, so how could she not know this?
No, they are not together...
Was last night a confession?
But after confessing, shouldn’t I ask her if she agrees?
He didn't ask, does it count?
Doesn’t it count?
So difficult...
As the excitement faded, I couldn't help but feel depressed and worried.
If others knew, she and Meng Zeyan would be scolded, right?
Maybe even the parents-in-law would object.
Tang Huan couldn't imagine how the old couple hated her. Would they drive her away?
Do you want your parents' love or Meng Zeyan?
Would Meng Zeyan be in a dilemma? When the time comes, he will have to choose between his parents or her...
If you know this will happen, why go in the wrong direction?
Isn’t it good to stop loss in time?
So difficult...
Many voices were clamoring in Tang Huan's mind. She couldn't imagine how many people would laugh at and criticize her if she really stayed together regardless of everything.
Those voices must be even more unpleasant than the ones in her head. Can she bear it?
Tears slid down the corners of her eyes into her hair. No one understood better than herself, and she couldn't bear it.
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