Chapter 15 Instant Noodles

As soon as the chat box opened, Murong Qingyun and Yang Mengmeng had endless words. Although the two can't talk about it at night, they can be regarded as a long talk. The mind got a communication, and the body forgot to communicate. Fortunately, the two have been half living together. As long as the body and mind want to communicate, it can still be anywhere at any time.

Generally speaking, as a vigorous man, the desire for physical communication is definitely greater than the physical and mental, as long as the woman in front of him doesn't look like a hanging ghost. For most men, verbal communication is only a process, and organ comfort is the focus and result. In the face of beautiful women, you can only see and can't touch them. It must be as uncomfortable as a cat scratching the heart.

At dawn, Yang Mengmeng couldn't hold on. The eyelids of her eyes had already begun to fight, and there was some unsatisfactory feeling in her heart. However, I can only give up. After all, there are fewer and fewer opportunities for the two to speak freely, and more time in silence. At the same time, Murong Qingyun felt that his body was also tired, so he hugged her and fell asleep.

When I woke up, it was almost three o'clock in the afternoon. After reading the time, Yang Mengmeng put her mobile phone back on the bedside table. Her stomach was a little hungry, but she was still within the tolerable range. She was not in a hurry to eat. She continued to snuggle in Murong Qingyun's arms with a smile and enjoyed the sweetness of happiness.

Smiling eyes like a crescent moon, she has no intention of sleeping, recalls the primary stage of their green love. College love is a hundred couples who can achieve positive results and then enter the palace of marriage. Even she can't remember the more accurate initial stage when the relationship was established and when it started. Junior high school? High school? Before doing that, the two had always been vaguely ambiguous and did some intimate actions with each other.

Since they have been engaged, Yang Mengmeng obviously felt that one of her legs stepped into the door of marriage. This time, it is not a private subscription for life, which is recognized by the parents of both sides. The difficult relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law has always been a historical problem in China, but it is definitely not a problem for her. From primary school to now, she has liked Murong Qiuwei very much, far closer than her biological mother.

The sweeter Yang Mengmeng couldn't help laughing. Murong Qingyun, who was about to wake up, opened his eyes a moment in advance, looked down, and noticed that the beautiful women around him greeted him with a smile. In response, he responded with a smile, stroked her green silk and expressed his love. However, she enjoyed it so much that she squeezed her head into his arms and hugged her hands tighter.

After a period of warmth, Murong Qingyun's stomach sounded a siren and said with a sense of self-deprecating, "Let's solve the stomach problem first. My stomach is already seriously dissatisfied and there are continuous protests.

Yang Mengmeng, who was enjoying the warmth of his lover, naturally said unwillingly, "If you are hungry for a while, you will lose weight!"

"I want to eat. I'm really hungry." Murong Qingyun touched his stomach and said sadly.

"Eat, eat, eat... You know how to eat. Are you the second apprentice of Tang Monk? Yang Mengmeng said with a smile in a trace of dissatisfaction.

"It doesn't matter if Zhu Bajie is Zhu Bajie. I am a miserable person. Either I have been destroyed by the angry cooking skills of Sister Qiu Wei for a long time, or poisoned by the gutter oil takeaway that God knows is not as poisonous as arsenic. I just want to eat a clean and hygienic meal. Why is it so difficult to eat delicious homely meals? I thought that the young lady of Gao Laozhuang was beautiful and virtuous and could make me live a happy life. Hey... It seems that God has deceived the kind me again. Murong Qingyun sighed.

"I get up and cook for you. Who calls me your cook? Although the chubby pig is more cute, I still hope you can lose some weight. Yang Mengmeng gently beat Murong Qingyun's chest and smiled.

Before the two got up, Murong Qingyun did not forget to touch and pinch Yang Mengmeng's beautiful chest. Yang Mengmeng, who scolded the hooligan twice, left his arms, got out of bed and went straight to the refrigerator, and there was a faint blush on her little face. Murong Qingyun was in good interest and got out of bed humming Chen Xiaodong's "Heart has a Love".

Yang Mengmeng opened the refrigerator and found that there was nothing in the large space, so she had to take out a few bags of regular food for the family: instant noodles. Immersed in happiness, she smiled stupidly and cooked instant noodles. For a moment, Yang Mengmeng once again felt the happiness of her first love.

In broad daylight, the well-dressed Murong Qingyun no longer wandered around the room naked as unscrupulously as at night, but walked behind Yang Mengmeng, hugged her with his hands around his waist, put his jaw on her collarbone, and his face against her face against her face, praising: "My daughter-in-law is really virtuous."

Yang Mengmeng, who stared at the change of water in the pot, said sweetly, "Your mouth is so sweet... Go and wash up."

Murong Qingyun said with an honest face, "I'm telling the truth. Don't look at this big pot of water, it won't boil for a while. We still brush our teeth and wash our faces together. This is called husband and wife working together to advance and retreat together.

Yang Mengmeng, who had no objection, was very happy to wash with Murong Qingyun. In the process of brushing her teeth, she naughtyly put the foam of the toothpaste on his face. Murong Qingyun must have "retaliated" and touched the foam of toothpaste on Yang Mengmeng's face. They made a wonderful picture of each other's jokes and fights.

After the preparation, Murong Qingyun habitually turned on the computer, clicked on the music player, and songs came out of the speaker. Yang Mengmeng tore open the packaging bags and seasoning bags of instant noodles, put them into boiling water in the same way, and then stirred them in the pot with chopsticks. Waiting for dinner, he sat on the chair and smoked.

After a while, Yang Mengmeng put a large pot of cooked instant noodles on the desk with both hands, then returned to the balcony and took two bowls and two pairs of chopsticks on the chopping board. Murong Qingyun couldn't wait to pull the chair and lean towards him. Take the noodles into the bowl from the basin.

Yang Mengmeng felt some hot on her face. She was not in a hurry to move her chopsticks and said with a smile, "Husband, do you remember the first time we had noodles together? I will give you half of a bowl of Lanzhou ramen, and you will say that you can't finish it. Oh... I'm acting like I love you. At that time, you foolishly thought that I only ate a little!"

Murong Qingyun, who ate two mouthfuls of noodles, retorted, "Of course I remember. You didn't eat it to lose weight, so I ate it reluctantly. I remember that I wanted half a catty of noodles at that time, and then you added a tael to me, which made me... It was my fault that I was too simple and thin at that time. I was embarrassed to say. You lied to me that your food is easy to feed. In fact, you do eat less staple food. I don't deny this. However, you eat a lot of snacks in your mouth.

A murderous look flashed in Yang Mengmeng's eyes and said dissatisfiedly, "Do you regret it?"

Murong Qingyun was silent for a moment, looked at Yang Mengmeng sitting next to him, and blurted out, "Now, can I return it?"

Yang Mengmeng beat Murong Qingyun's back and said unhappily, "Damn it... Go to hell! I will not return the goods. Life is the person of your family, and death is the ghost of your family. Life haunts you all the time.

Murong Qingyun, who was preparing to move his chopsticks, shook his head and said, "You are so vicious." After saying that, continue to eat your own noodles.

The unrelenting Yang Mengmeng put down the bowls and chopsticks in his hand, timugged his body, and pulled Murong Qingyun to make it clear. He didn't bother to talk to her and just ate noodles. People are iron, and the food is strong. If you don't eat a meal, you will be hungry. Murong Qingyun fed his stomach first, and then slowly argued with her when he was energetic.

Yang Mengmeng, who pushed the basin with noodles aside, said angrily, "Who is vicious?"

Holding an empty bowl and staring at Murong Qingyun not far away, he said with a hippie smile, "I'm vicious."

Yang Mengmeng's face immediately turned into a sunny day. He nodded and said with a smile, "If you know your mistakes, you are still a good comrade."

The basin was pushed back to its original place by Yang Mengmeng and took the initiative to pick noodles for Murong Qingyun. Murong Qingyun did not show his voice, and his heart was full of laughter. The most poisonous woman's heart was really reasonable. Only women and villains are difficult to raise, which makes more sense. When she is happy, she calls herself her husband, Qingyun... When she is unhappy, she becomes a nuisance, go to hell...

After eating noodles, we will go to Wal-Mart to buy something. I found that there are still a lot of things to buy. Yang Mengmeng said lightly.

"Can I not go?" Murong Qingyun asked tentatively.

"Do you think it's appropriate for a beautiful woman like me to buy such a lot of things alone?" Yang Mengmeng asked.

"It's appropriate." Murong Qingyun said happily.

When Yang Mengmeng was about to move the basin away again, Murong Qingyun changed his mouth without a position. She was satisfied with his answer. In the rest of the time, the two finished the noodles peacefully. Murong Qingyun habitually put the chair back in place, pulled out a cigarette to light it, and smoked it leisurely. The cleaning and cleaning work was naturally handed over to Yang Mengmeng.

Thirty minutes later, Yang Mengmeng cleaned the bowls, chopsticks and basins, cleaned up the corners of the room, and finally took off her nightdress and put on the outfit to go out. During her dressing-changing process, Murong Qingyun had to read the whole process with an aesthetic perspective. According to his logic, this is interest.

Yang Mengmeng, who was not dressed up and was wearing a sunshasol, and Murong Qingyun, who was wearing shorts and vests and spilling slippers, walked on the way to Wal-Mart supermarket. The two had just walked out of the school gate and didn't know that a woman stood in front of them.

"Old classmate, long time no see. What a coincidence that I can meet you here!" The woman's face showed joy.