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One morning, Zhang Meili went out early, and Kong Ming was alone at home, and he didn't know where she had gone without seeing her. Although there is still not much contact between the two, their relationship is different from usual. I want to know more about her, and I want to stay together and do nothing. After thinking about it, Zhang Meili didn't come back until evening.
She went home and changed her shoes, as if she didn't see the person sitting on the sofa in the living room looking at her, she went upstairs silently with her head down.
She went to the hospital to see her mother today, but she still didn't recognize anyone, but the hysteria gradually stabilized after several years of treatment. It's okay to talk to her, but no matter how much you say, you don't seem to listen. The doctor said to treat her gently and calmly, speak softly and slowly, and not stir up her emotions.
Zhang Meili talked to her for a while, then quietly watched her eat, sleep, and stare blankly, and even asked loudly, "I am your daughter, do you really plan to remember?" , Even tears may drive Xu Mo crazy. She had to find an unoccupied fire escape, and she couldn't stand up even when she was nestled in a corner.
Who can help her? Who can help her?
"What's wrong with you?" Someone asked in his ear.
Zhang Meili sat on the edge of her bed, curled up and covered her face, her eyes hurt, and she was very tired.
This was the first time he entered her room after she regained her own bedroom. Seeing that something was wrong with her, Kong Ming hesitated at the door for a long time before pushing open the door and approaching her, squatting on the edge of the bed, raising his head, grabbing her wrist and trying to see her face, and asked again because he was worried: "What's wrong?"
"Leave me alone!" She shook off his hand angrily, staring at him with red eyes, "You can't help me! No one can help me! So don't ask!"
"So what if you know? What can you change?"
"Isn't it hypocritical to keep asking about things that can't be helped, and then give useless sympathy?"
He listened quietly for a while, then said, "It can be comforting."
"What?" She was impatient.
The boy turned her face, pressed his lips together for a moment, and then said, "Comfort."
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He posted it again.
Every time he kisses more skillfully, he always observes her face carefully after the kiss, as if to see if she is in a better mood.
"What kind of consolation are you talking about?" After getting used to it, it didn't seem so difficult to accept. The one who accepted him was herself, and she had no reason to get angry.
Kong Ming held her face in his hands, gently pressed the corners of her swollen eyes with his thumbs, and replied: "They said that kissing would be very comfortable."
She never thought that one day she would discuss this kind of issue with this person, and she had to hold on at this moment: "It's ridiculous, just dragging someone along when you're in a bad moodis that okay?"
"No." He was a little dissatisfied with her misinterpretation, and pressed her eyelids with his fingertips to make her relax her eyes, then leaned over and whispered, "It's with the person I like"
This time, she even stuck her tongue in. Apart from the psychological discomfort, her mind was blankall the sadness was covered up.
When returning to school after the holiday, Kong Ming went out first and took the bus. Zhang Chengxin was afraid that his daughter would not eat fruit at school, so he picked up half a box of apples to send to her. Zhang Meili didn't want to, because seeing her classmates would probably attract compliments like "Your father is so nice, he drove you here by car", which would make her feel sick, so she insisted on going by herself.
Carrying the suitcase and walking to the bus stop, I saw a person, and I couldn't help being surprised: "Why are you still here?"
Kong Ming reached out and took the box, and waited for the car with her.
The students of N University were put together by these two again. Just when everyone started to think that the dating incident was purely a rumor, they saw with their own eyes that when they returned to school after the National Day holiday, Kong Ming personally sent the passer-by girl to the girl's dormitory downstairs, and gave her a box of apples.
Zhang Meili gnawed on the apple and listened to the rumors, and vomited the apple peel aggrievedly: She ate her own food, so it was given by Kong Ming! ?
On this day, she was working as a tutor in Bai's house as usual. The little mixed-race boy lay on her lap and pouted, "Dad said that he will send me to elementary school next year."
Zhang Meili sat on the sofa and fed him a mouthful of pudding with a spoon: "That's a good thing." Then she stuffed the spoon into the little hand, frowned and said, "I'm a big kid who is about to go to elementary school, and I want my sister to feed me, don't you be ashamed?" Shame? Are you ashamed?" Grabbing Mo Mobai's tender face with both hands, the two laughed together.
At the beginning, Bai Mo accepted his life, but after getting along for a long time, he became very clingy. When Bai Lanjin was at home, he was clinging to his father, and when his father was not at home, he looked forward to Zhang Mei.??When I come home, children like to play with young people. Sometimes Zhang Meili is not in a hurry to go back after tutoring time, and waits with him for Bai Lanjin to get off work.
Later, I heard him say what he likes to eat, and my aunt does not know how to cook. She looked at the child's longing eyes, and accidentally overflowed her feminine instincts. She searched for recipes and lent them to the Bai family's kitchen to cook for him.
Today I made mango milk pudding. I boiled some sago and poured it on. It looks good and tastes good.
Just as he was talking, there was the sound of the door opening from the entrance, Bai Mo's eyes lit up and he rushed over: "Father!"
Seeing Bai Lanjin looking at her, Zhang Meili could only smile and nod: "Hello."
The man was much more casual than her. He took off his suit jacket and hung it up, and pulled off his tie. He responded casually: "Momo is so annoying, please trouble you." Before she could speak, he went into the bathroom to wash his hands.
Zhang Meili stayed here this time because she had something to say, but Bai Lanjin walked around and didn't give her a chance to talk. She just watched him say "I'm so busy that I didn't even eat lunch" and went into the kitchen and took another small bowl Pudding came out and asked her, "You did it?"
"yes¡¡"
After he chewed the peony and drank it in a few sips, her face was a little stiff.
Bai Mo was watching cartoons, when Bai Lanjin came over and collapsed on the sofa next to her, hugged her son and sat on her lap: "Is Mo Mo good at home? Did you cause trouble for my sister?"
"UhMr. Bai" She tried to speak.
Bai Lanjin played with her son for a while before raising her head, and said to her, "Just call me Bai Lanjin. You used to call me quite smoothly, didn't you?"
This person is very vengeful
Zhang Meili slandered, and quickly got back to business, "It's actually like this, I want to ask for leave during the next class, the school organizes the autumn sports meeting, and I can't miss it."
"Next week" Bai Lanjin thought for a while, shaking her head and frowning, "Oops, Momo Kindergarten doesn't have classes that day, he pesters me to accompany him but I really don't have time, and if you don't come, he can be alone what to do?"
"Is my sister not coming? No, no," Bai Mo began to pester him again, "Daddy will play with me."
"Look, come if you don't want to participate in the competition," Bai Lanjin asked her to think about it again.
"Butthe roll call is needed," Zhang Meili was also in a dilemma.
Bai Lanjin turned to his son and said, "Sister's school has a sports meeting, so I can't come to accompany you, and Dad really can't get away"
"Sports meeting, the sports meeting in our kindergarten is fun!" Momo danced.
"Yes, sister, this is a sports meeting for college students."
"Is it fun? Is it fun with us?"
"It's fun. When my father ran 10,000 meters when he was studying abroad, he was dropped by a group of black people for several laps."
"Oh! It's so interesting! I want to see it too!"
"Momo wants to watch it too? Then let my sister take you to play?"
"good!"
Then two pairs of expectant eyes looked at Zhang Meili.
"Uhwell" Zhang Meili said helplessly.
On the day of the sports meeting, after Bai Lanjin sent his son to the school gate, he called their dormitory. Zhang Meili picked him up, and as soon as he brought him to the department, he was hurt by a group of big brothers and sisters from the Appearance Association.
Momo has a doll's face, snowy and tender, sticking to Zhang Meili and no one will let anyone touch her. The girl Xiaoman was so moved that she lured him with the little doll for a long time before she got the privilege of being allowed to hold the little hand.
Sports events, except for student cadres and athletes, everyone else is very free. Xiaoman and Momo were playing, and Zhang Meili was sitting on the stand doing nothing.
In the afternoon, my dorm roommate Wang Qian suddenly appeared with several forms in her hand. When she saw Zhang Meili, she grabbed her and said, "Zhang Meili, please help me go to the class leader of their freshman Chinese department, called Duan Rongyang, and ask their class Why does the number of athletes not match the list." Then he stuffed a form for her.
Wang Qian is a cadre of the student union, and she is indispensable in student activities. She is too busy at the moment to ask her roommate to help.
Zhang Meili asked several people to find the venue of the freshman Chinese department. When she saw a boy, she asked, "I'm looking for the monitor of your department, called"
"Oh, looking for the fat man, where is it!" The boy pointed.
Zhang Meili looked in the direction, only to see a large pile of clothes and jackets taken off by the athletes, piled up into a hill, no one was there!
"I'm not looking for Fatty, I'm looking for Duan Rongyang."
The boy still thought she was stupid, and pointed again: "Isn't there!? Sit on the floor!"
It was only when Zhang Meili got closer that she realized that what she thought were two piles of clothes was actually one pile, and the other pile of unknown objects was actually a person sitting cross-legged on the ground with a piece of clothing covering his head.
"Excuse me, I'm looking for Duan Rongyang," she bent down and said to the hooded man.
The man lifted his clothes and stood up. Zhang Meili straightened her back in shock due to her tall and strong figure. She Zhang Meili also has 168 anyway. Seeing this school girl has to look up, even by visual inspection, she has 175!
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The persona of Duan Rongyang needs to be changed. At the beginning, I planned to write the story of Xiao Duan and Xiao Tang after I finished writing Don¡¯t Believe Her, and the names were all chosen. Now that I think about it, the original character setting story is not easy to unfold, so I need to make some changes. Of course, if I didn¡¯t write an article later, then it¡¯s as if I didn¡¯t say anything?, another pile of unidentified objects is actually a person sitting cross-legged on the ground with a piece of clothing covering his head.
"Excuse me, I'm looking for Duan Rongyang," she bent down and said to the hooded man.
The man lifted his clothes and stood up. Zhang Meili straightened her back in shock due to her tall and strong figure. She Zhang Meili also has 168 anyway. Seeing this school girl has to look up, even by visual inspection, she has 175!
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The persona of Duan Rongyang needs to be changed. At the beginning, I planned to write the story of Xiao Duan and Xiao Tang after I finished writing Don¡¯t Believe Her, and the names were all chosen. Now that I think about it, the original character setting story is not easy to unfold, so I need to make some changes. Of course, if I didn¡¯t write an article later, then it¡¯s as if I didn¡¯t say anything - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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