Chapter 205: Hug

Author: Cold-faced Ruoxi

The sunlight shines in by the window, making the originally spacious dining room brighter and more colorful.

The round table was filled with various delicacies, and everyone sat together to have a meal.

The atmosphere at the dinner table is not awkward, but it is a strange thing that cannot be said to be.

Qi Yan was eventually forced to stay for dinner. This meal was a torment for her, and she felt light and tasteless no matter what she ate.

Qi Jian recently announced that he had never come back, and he was the only four of them who were eating this meal.

"Yanyan, come and have some crabs." At the beginning of the meal, Qi Zhen's mother was peeling the crab shells, and she gave Qi Yan a good crab meat.

Not only did Qi Yan not accept it, she also sneered: "You don't need to pretend to be a hypocritical to me."

"Why did you talk to your Aunt Qin?" Seeing that she had no rules, Qi's father directly put down his chopsticks and looked at her seriously.

"What Aunt Qin, mistress is mistress." Qi Yan didn't hold on now, looked at her father, and spoke arrogantly and domineeringly: "And you, what qualifications do you have to talk to me?"

Every time she came back, she could turn her family upside down. This time, Qi Yan didn't give them a good look in front of her grandmother.

Qi's father endured her for many years, but now she was so angry that she was angry. His voice was filled with strong anger: "I am you, why are you not qualified to talk to you?"

"Yanyan, don't be rude." Grandma Qi's seat happened to be sitting between them, and the left and right sides were talking, which made her have to come forward.

"My mother's body was not cold back then, and she dared to enter the house. What was she not a mistress? What was I wrong?" When she was pulling Qi Jian's mother, she also scolded her father: "The smell is similar, you are not a thing either."

Qi Yan has a thorn in her heart, which has been with her for many years.

Her biological mother took a lot of sleeping pills at home and died of ineffective rescue. At that time, Qi Yan didn't know why her mother did this. In her impression, her mother was depressed all day long and did not live happily.

I thought that the self-harm accident was the mother's way of relief. It was not until Qi Yan came back from abroad that she realized that there were more women and children at home that she realized that she was naive.

Based on Qi Zhen's age, the child was already born after her mother was still there.

Father Qi: "What do you know? I divorced your mother before I met you, Aunt Qin. Otherwise, how could we tell me about the certificate?"

"You can remarry if you are widowed, but you still think of me as a three-year-old?"

Qi Yan dared to say this because she knew that they did get the certificate after her mother passed away.

"If you don't believe it, I can show you the divorce certificate now."

"Who knows if you will fool me with a fake divorce certificate?" Since beating that incident, she has completely trusted this man, and even if it is true, she will not accept it: "Anyway, I still say the same thing, this family has her or me, and I or her."

After Qi Yan put down her harsh words, she stood up and left directly.

...

In the afternoon, a few irregular white clouds hung on the blue sky.

Lu Qingye moved his suitcase packed in advance to the downstairs and was about to set off to the airport.

"Do you need me to take you to the airport?" Meng Chuyuan happened to be sitting in the lobby downstairs. When she saw Lu Qingye coming down, she raised her eyes and looked at him.

Meng Chuyuan took the initiative to bring up this matter, and Lu Qingye thought it was quite incredible.

He pulled the lever of his suitcase and responded softly to her: "No."

Jiang Yi said that he would come to see him off later, and the two of them had to discuss some work matters.

Lu Qingye knew that she got up early today and she would definitely need a nap later, so he didn't want Meng Chuyuan to accompany her for a trip.

"Okay, I won't give it to you later."

Not long after, Jiang Yi drove to Lu's house alone. The two chatted in the living room for a few words, fearing that the traffic jam on the road would be stuck later, so they could only temporarily terminate the chat.

Jiang Yi put the suitcase into the car for Lu Qingye early, raised his hand and put it on the car body, and looked at them with interest.

Meng Chuyuan only sent him to the door, and asked him thoughtfully before parting, "Have you brought all the things?"

"It's all." He didn't have much luggage, and only had a few pieces of cold-proof clothes in it. He basically carried important documents and documents with him.

Seeing their conversation so concisely, Jiang Yi couldn't wait to ask: "Don't you two hug me?"

The two of them looked sideways at Jiang Yi. Judging from his vision, Lu Qingye and Meng Chuyuan were probably not at three feet away.

Jiang Yi's voice reached Lu Qingye's ears, causing him to frown slightly.

Meng Chuyuan showed calmness and lightness, and there was no slight turmoil in his eyes.

After a while, Meng Chuyuan took the initiative to raise his legs and looked up at the man in front of him, his voice slightly soft: "Then let's hug him."

She opened her hands calmly and generously, passed through the inner sleeves of Lu Qingye's clothes, leaned forward slightly, and gently grabbed both sides of his coat.

Meng Chuyuan's embrace was like a breeze blowing through the willows, leaving slight turbulent ripples.

A light fragrance mixed in the air, and the clothes on her waist were grabbed by her, feeling a slight fall, and all of this was telling him that it was real.

In an instant, Lu Qingye recovered from his senses, and he could instinctively raise his hand and place it lightly on her back.

A simple hug was nothing in Jiang Yi's eyes, but when he saw Lu Qingye approaching a girl at such a close distance, his expression became a little richer.

The hug lasted only two or three seconds. When we separated, Meng Chuyuan raised his head and smiled at him: "Peace all the way."

Perhaps what happened just now happened too quickly, Lu Qingye still had a little unresponsiveness.

They were already on the way to the airport. Jiang Yi said a few words to him, but Lu Qingye looked absent-minded and didn't listen at all.

Jiang Yi looked at him through the rearview mirror and spoke in disgust: "Your soul will not fall into your home, right?"

Lu Qingye: "..."

When he adjusted his condition and remembered what happened a while ago, Lu Qingye asked a lot: "How was the thing you asked you to do last time?"

Jiang Yi patted his chest reliably: "Don't worry if I do my business."

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Lu Qianling and his school have recently begun preparing for the school sports meeting. At present, each class has counted the number of participants and will organize square rehearsal training after class.

This afternoon, Lu Qianling and his class happened to have physical education classes. The students who signed up for the sports meeting used their spare time to practice. The remaining students who were cheerleaders would think of slogans in advance in private, and only Lu Qianling was idle.

Some classmates saw Lu Qianling standing under the shade of the tree without doing anything, and suddenly walked up to talk to her: "Lu Qianling, have you signed up for a woman's 1,500-meter race? Why don't you go to training?"

Lu Qianling responded calmly: "It's just one thousand five hundred meters, what's there to practice?"

Every time the school sports meeting was held, Lu Qianling wanted to take leave and leave school, so how could he take the initiative to sign up?

However, last year their class had a very messy grade. According to study, their class was naturally the first in grade, but they were almost at the bottom of the grade in terms of sports.

That day, Lu Qianling used this matter to mock those classmates who didn't like her, but the matter of not signing up was also mentioned.

For this matter, Lu Qianling directly signed up for the women's 1500-meter race as of the day of registration. Seeing that she dared to play so big, the students participating in the competition naturally boasted that Haikou would get the best back.

"That's it? Lu Qianling, do you have no idea about this?"

Lu Qianling curled a sneer at the corner of her lips: "Look at when did I pant?"

She is not a spoiled lady.

When I was a child, my two brothers at home had the habit of running morning and night, so Lu Qianling naturally was not idle either.

If they weren't too busy with work now, they might have seen them come back sweating every morning.

"The physical test is only how many meters. I bet you can't stand up after running 1,500 meters."

Lu Qianling: "Then please open your eyes and see if I can stand up."

...

There are three days left before the variety show will be launched.

Liao Jiake took the initiative to contact Liao Jiayan that day, but she hung it on for several days.

When Liao Jiayan woke up, she saw her news again, and finally remembered to reply to her: [I will go]

Last time she was drunk at an open-air barbecue bar, she met Meng Chuyuan by chance. In fact, Liao Jiayan couldn't remember what they were talking about that night.

However, she vaguely remembered what Meng Chuyuan said: her parents just regarded Liao Jiake as a tool to make money.

When I remembered this sentence again, Liao Jiayan's mood was indeed a little different from the past.

Liao Jiake replied almost instantly: [That's great, Yan Yan, thank you]

After reading it, Liao Jiayan exited the chat box, and then added Meng Chuyuan's WeChat through the program group's WeChat group chat, verifying the text message directly stated the purpose: [Do you have time to have dinner together at night?]

It was only about half an hour later that Meng Chuyuan saw his friend’s application.

Seeing the friendship between stories that night, Meng Chuyuan agreed to the friend's request and agreed: [Yes]

Liao Jiayan: [Do you bring someone]

Meng Chuyuan looked at the message she sent, obviously didn't understand, so she slowly called a question mark.

Liao Jiayan: [Will your husband come here? I have no other meaning, I just want to ask about the number of people, so I can order the restaurant location in advance]

【I am alone】

Meng Chuyuan stays at home most of the time, chatting with her mother-in-law, teaching her to play cards, and then. Liao Jiayan asks her to go out for dinner tonight, and she also wants to go out.

In the evening, Meng Chuyuan appeared on time to meet in the restaurant they agreed to meet.

"Am I late?" Meng Chuyuan was a little surprised to see that Liao Jiayan was already sitting in her seat.

"I arrived early." She lived in a nearby apartment.

After Meng Chuyuan sat down, he took a cup of hot water to warm his hands. It was rare to see Liao Jiayan much cheerful than on the show. He couldn't help but joke: "Sister Yan Yan, I look good recently."

"Is there any?" Liao Jiayan was praised by her and held her face shyly. When she raised her eyes inadvertently, she found that Meng Chuyuan had a silk scarf hanging around her neck today, and the workmanship seemed quite unique.

She stared at her for two or three seconds and said, "Your scarf looks pretty."

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