Li Shao's favorite wife record

Chapter 515

"Oh." Man Qing nodded, "The scenery in Nuancheng is beautiful, and it's like spring all the year round."

"Yes. Hehe~~~" Beibei agreed with a few words.

After that, when Man Qing talked about other things, she just answered a few words casually, and ended the topic.

The car stopped at the gate of Lichuan, Beibei got out of the car, bent down and waved to the people in the car, "Goodbye."

Man Qing smiled, "Goodbye."

The man in the driver's seat didn't say anything, just stepped on the accelerator, and the car drove forward, and e drove away.

Mao Beibei stood where she was, "Impolite fellow. Hmph~~"

Wiping his nose, he turned and entered the school.

a cemetery.

Man Qing filled the wine glasses one by one, squatted in front of a tombstone, and stroked the photos on the tombstone with her fingers.

The photo shows a young boy, about 20 years old, wearing a white T-shirt with a blue coat on his shoulders.Perhaps when the photo was taken, he had just finished exercising, and his black hair looked a little wet on his forehead.

He has delicate features, and when he smiles, he reveals two white canine teeth, which are warmed by the sun.

Man Qing poured a cup of wine in front of him, "It's been seven years, how are you doing there?"

As soon as the words were out of his mouth, tears immediately fell down his eyes.

From the initial sobbing, she slowly turned into a low sob.

Rong Yan always stood behind her, staring at the photo on the tombstone with a pair of black eyes, frowning tightly.

Time always flies so fast, seven years.

Seven years ago, he was thinking that it would be great if he was the one who was hit instead of him.

Seven years later, he was thinking, if he hadn't pushed himself away at that time, then the person who should lie here and sleep forever would be Rong Yan.

seven years.

State, how are you doing over there?

Today, seven years ago, was the pain buried in Rong Yan's heart for a lifetime.

It hurts so bad I can't lift it.

Coming out of the cemetery, Man Qing's eyes were red and swollen, and Rong Yan looked a little lonely.

The two drove back. They didn't talk as much as when they came, and the atmosphere in the car seemed deserted.

Man Qing fell asleep in the car.

Rong Yan stopped the car and looked at her face.

There are still wet tears under her eyes, her eyelashes are wet, and the traces of crying are obvious.

She should be [-] times more heartbroken than herself!

But damn himself, he still lives in this world well.

Rong Yan didn't wake her up and let her fall asleep.I got out of the car, leaned against the car body, and lit a cigarette slowly...

Man Qing woke up leisurely, only to find that she was the only one in the empty car.

She was leaning on the co-pilot's seat with a man's suit jacket on her body. The car window was ajar, and a cool breeze was blowing in.

Man Qing turned his head and saw the man standing outside the car.

Sensing the sound of the door opening behind him, the man moved and turned around, "Are you awake?"

He had a gentle face and a tall and slender figure. Standing in front of her like this gave her a solid sense of security.

Man Qing looked around, "Why did you park the car here?"

This is not near her apartment, nor his company or Rong's family, but a secluded road next to the sea.

The sea breeze is blowing, and it is a little cool.

Rong Yan was only wearing a thin shirt, and Man Qing handed over the coat in his hand, "Put it on, it's a bit cold."

As soon as Rong Yan reached out to take it, Man Qing covered her nose and sneezed.

"Ah-"

Rong Yan's movements paused for a moment, and in the next second, she put the coat on her shoulders, "You don't wear much, you're worried about catching a cold."

When he approached, Man Qing's heart moved slightly, and she couldn't help raising her hand, grabbing his skirt.

"Rong Yan..." She licked her somewhat dry lips, her cheeks flushed, "I..."

Rong Yan gathered up her clothes for her, "Get in the car, it's windy outside."

When the words came to his lips, he swallowed them back.

Man Qing nodded, "OK."

-

The car drove back to Manqing's residence and stopped.

Man Qing unbuckled his seat belt, "Would you like to sit up?"

"No." Rong Yan glanced at the time, "The company still has something to do, next time."

Man Qing pursed her lips, "Alright then, drive slowly."

"Ah."

Man Qing got out of the car and stood by the side of the road, waving his hands and watching the car go away.The smile on her face disappeared little by little, she pursed the corners of her lips, and a sorrow floated between her brows.

Rong Yan, Rong Yan, where is my position in your heart?
As soon as the car drove onto the road, Rong Yan received a call from Beibei's head teacher.

"Hello, Mr. Li."

"Mr. Rong, is it convenient for you to come to school?" Teacher Li's eager voice came from the phone, "Student Mao Beibei was hit by a ball, if it is convenient for you..."

"I'll be right over." Rong Yan interrupted her directly, hung up the phone, turned around, and drove to Lichuan School.

When Rong Yan arrived, there were many people around the door of the infirmary, and when he entered the door frowning, he just heard Mao Beibei's cry.

"what--"

He frowned tightly, stepped forward and pushed open the door.

Mao Beibei was sitting on a hospital bed, beside the bed stood the school doctor and two other boys.

He ignored the others, and his eyes fell directly on Mao Beibei's face.

The school doctor was treating her wound with a cotton swab in his hand.

The injury was on her forehead, and as soon as the anti-inflammatory potion touched it, she grinned in pain.

Mao Beibei looked at Rong Yan with tears in her eyes, and forced back the tears, "Mr. Rong, why are you here?"

"Is it badly hurt?"

The school doctor recognized Rong Yan, and when he saw him, he said in a respectful tone: "If you scratch a piece of skin, you can take some medicine and it will be fine. It's nothing serious."

Mao Beibei had a sore nose, "It's okay~~"

Rong Yan reached out to the school doctor, "Give me the medicine and cotton swabs."

"Mr. Rong, you..." Mao Beibei looked up at him.

"Don't move." Rong Yan pressed her head with one hand, took a cotton swab with the other hand, dipped it in the medicine, and tapped it gently on her forehead.

"Hiss—" She gasped in pain, and subconsciously retracted her head.

Rong Yan lowered her eyes and gave her a lukewarm look, Beibei gritted her teeth and had to hold back again.

"Tell me, what's going on?" Rong Yan withdrew her gaze and continued to apply the medicine.

"I was not careful..."

Among the two boys standing behind him, one in a basketball uniform stood up and said, "It's me. I accidentally hit this classmate with the ball."

Mao Beibei quickly waved her hand, "No...it's okay, it's really okay, I was not careful."

She doesn't want to make a big fuss about such a small matter.

She knew that Rong Yan had greeted the class teacher before, and asked her to watch Mao Beibei carefully, in order to avoid any trouble she might cause in school.

Maybe the homeroom teacher made a mistake, so when this happened, he hurriedly reported it to Rong Yan.

This matter itself was a small matter, but it might turn into a major event if Rong Yan was alarmed.

"Cough...then what, I really accidentally bumped the ball myself, and it has nothing to do with this classmate."

However, the male classmate who accidentally hit her was even more persistent than her, "Student, you don't have to excuse me. One person does things and one person is responsible. I hurt you. If you say anything in the future, as long as I let you go!" If it can be done, it will be done for you.”

Mao Beibei: "..."

Well, it looks like the guy doesn't want her to excuse him at all.

Then she will shut up.

Rong Yan glanced at her lightly and meaningfully, but didn't say anything.

After taking the medicine, the wound felt cool and the pain was not so much.

The people gathered at the entrance of the infirmary to watch the excitement dispersed, Mao Beibei touched the gauze on his forehead, "Mr. Rong, you go back, I have to go to class."

"I'll take you to the classroom."

"no need……"

Before the words were finished, Rong Yan had already raised his foot and walked towards the classroom.

Beibei curled her lips and had no choice but to follow silently.

Rong Yan's arrival caused a moment of commotion among the classmates in the class, but fortunately, he only delivered Beibei safely, and left after a few instructions.

As soon as he left, a girl came over to gossip, "Wow, classmate Mao Beibei, that person just now was Rong Yan, the young master of the Rong family? He is so handsome."

"What's your relationship with Mr. Rong? I think he seems very nervous towards you."

"Cough...he is my uncle!"

Because Rong Yan appeared once, many girls always came to ask Beibei about Rong Yan's situation, and some about Rong's company.

Mao Beibei bears the title of Rong Yan's niece, and within a day, the table is covered with various gifts and candies.

Those who came to "give gifts" were not only girls from this class, but also many girls from other classes.

Her desk was packed to the brim.

From this, Beibei suddenly smelled the smell of getting rich.

If you sell Rong Yan's life photos, how much money can you make?
As soon as the bell rang for the end of get out of class at noon, and Beibei got up, a boy came in from the door carrying food, looked around, and then walked directly to Mao Beibei's desk.

"Student Mao Beibei, here is the lunch I bought for you." The boy handed over the food in his hand, his face dyed a bit shy.

Mao Beibei saw that he looked familiar, but couldn't remember where he saw it for a while, so she asked, "Who are you?"

"I'm Zhou Fang. The one who accidentally hit you with a ball this morning..." the boy explained eagerly.

"Oh, it's you." Mao Beibei recognized it.

Because he had changed his football uniform and hair now, she didn't recognize him for a while.

Zhou Fang put the food box in his hand on her table, "I'm really sorry for hurting you."

"It's okay, it's okay." Mao Beibei waved his hands again and again, "I'm fine, I'm much better already. You can take this food home, it's really unnecessary."

Who knows that Zhou Fang has a serious face, "I smashed you, and I will be responsible for you to the end."

Mao Beibei: "..."

Why do these words sound so awkward and familiar?

Before she could figure it out, Zhou Fang reached out and opened the insulated box, "I don't know what you like to eat, but I bought you some sweet and sour pork ribs and eggplant with minced meat, as well as a steamed egg and a soup."

Coincidentally, Beibei usually likes the food he bought.

"Then it's your apology to me. I ate this meal, and this is the only meal."

Zhou Fang nodded again and again, "Well, just one meal. Just one meal."

Beibei rubbed her hands together, "Then I won't be polite."

She is a real foodie, and she will not pretend to be a lady when it comes to delicious food.

"Well, this soup is delicious."

"The eggplant is good...the steamed egg is so tender..."

Seeing her eating with relish, Zhou Fang couldn't help laughing, "Eat more if you like."

"Uh-huh."

In the end, she cleaned up all the meals.

The belly was round and round, and Beibei touched her belly with satisfaction, "It's delicious."

Looking up, he saw Zhou Fang staring at him without blinking, and gave him a naive smile, "Thank you, Classmate Zhou."

Zhou Fang took the empty box, his cheeks felt a little hot.

This girl is so funny.

He thought so in his heart.

-

In the evening, after school.

"Zhou Fang, let's go play." A good friend at the same table came over, holding a schoolbag shoulder strap in one hand and a basketball in the other.

"No." The boy carefully packed his schoolbag without raising his head.

Jiyou was a little strange, "Why are you going?"

"Something happened."

Jiyou had a ghostly expression on his face, "Last month your brother got into a fight with someone, and his nose was bruised and his face was swollen. I haven't seen you in such a hurry. Isn't it your habit to play ball after school?"

"I really have something to do today." While speaking, the boy had already packed his schoolbag and carried it on his back.

"It's boring. Then I'll go home too, and make an appointment tomorrow night."

"I don't have time tomorrow night." The boy paused, "Maybe I won't be free for a while."

"No, are you in any trouble?" Ji You asked worriedly.

"No." The boy patted him on the shoulder, "I'll go first."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for the friend to say anything, he walked out of the classroom.

Jiyou looked confused, "What's the matter?"

On the campus that just finished school, there are students carrying schoolbags to go home everywhere.

As soon as Beibei packed her schoolbag, she saw Zhou Fang standing in the corridor when she left the classroom. She was a little surprised, "Student Zhou?"

"What a coincidence." Zhou Fang scratched the back of his head, "Are you going home?"

Beibei nodded blankly, "Yes."

"That's right, I want to go home too, shall we go together?"

Mao Beibei looked at him suspiciously, "Aren't you waiting for me here?"

"No..." Zhou Fang continued to scratch the back of his head, "I just passed by..."

"Oh, let's go together." Mao Beibei nodded.

Zhou Fang looks average, not eye-catching and handsome, but very good-looking, with wheat-colored skin, 1.8 meters tall, and broad shoulders, he looks very secure.

Mao Beibei couldn't dislike him.

The two walked and chatted.

"Does the wound on your forehead still hurt?" Zhou Fang asked.

Beibei touched the gauze on his forehead, "It doesn't hurt anymore, it's just a little itchy."

"If it's itchy, it means the wound is healing. You must not resist reaching out to scratch it, and don't get it wet, otherwise it will leave a scar."

"Is it so serious?" She thought she could tear it off after taking a bath at night.

"Of course." Zhou Fang's eyes fell on her forehead, and he felt a little guilty again, "It's all my fault."

"It's okay, I'll be fine if I'm careful." Beibei waved her hands boldly, "You don't have to be so nervous."

Seeing the school gate, Mao Beibei waved her hands, "I'll go first, goodbye."

Zhou Fang suddenly said, "Wait a minute."

　Severe cold, difficulty concentrating, dizziness...

　　It's not that it's miserable, it's really miserable! EMMMM...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)