Chapter 32 Freshman Report

In the morning, no parents came to consult, and Murong Qingyun and Lu Zhisheng chatted for most of the day. The circle of the half-day shift in the morning is round. At that point, I began to be hungry, and naturally I need to find a place to solve the problem of people's livelihood. Lu Zhisheng took the initiative to invite Murong Qingyun to lunch, but Murong Qingyun politely refused.

Last night, Yang Mengmeng said that she would make some good dishes to reward him for his official work on the first day. Murong Qingyun knew that the consequence of not going back was that the phone calls came one after another until he was forced to come back. The consequence of shutting down the phone is to attract her endless nagging. In the morning, Murong Qingyun, who did not eat the breakfast made by Yang Mengmeng himself, began to suspect whether he had eaten it at noon.

Freshmen reported that students and parents are full of canteens, and eating is probably like going to the battlefield. Murong Qingyun, who was walking on the road, felt that it was better to go home and eat. Before he entered the door, his nose smelled a fragrance. Murong Qingyun, who was relieved, understood that his worries were superfluous. Yang Mengmeng forgot to make breakfast, but he still knows how to make lunch.

After entering the room, Murong Qingyun found that Yang Mengmeng had been well and waited for him to eat. If he threw away the bag, he would eat with chopsticks. Yang Mengmeng quickly stopped his behavior and asked him to wash his hands. He can only wash his hands obediently when he is saying that women are troublesome. At the same time, she did not forget to tell him to wash it with hand sanitizer.

Murong Qingyun returned to his seat, grabbed his chopsticks and ate. On the table is a spicy boiled fish, a spicy diced rabbit, a green pepper shredded potato, a ginger chicken and kelp duck soup. Not long after he went out, Yang Mengmeng woke up. She found that there was no one around and in the room. Looking at the time, she knew that she had overslept and regretted not fulfilling her promise. After tidying up quickly, she rushed to the vegetable market. Fortunately, there is a vegetable market near the school, or she will definitely take a taxi.

Murong Qingyun kept eating with chopsticks and said worriedly, "I found out if you bought too many dishes this time? Have we finished eating together?

Yang Mengmeng picked up food for him and said carelessly, "There is a refrigerator. What are you afraid of? Just be content! In three days, I will also go to the kindergarten to report. At noon, I definitely won't have time to come back to cook for you. In the evening, I will cook more dishes. You come back to make hot lunch. The food in the canteen is both bad and unhygienic. In the past, we did not have this condition. Now, if you have the conditions, you have to make full use of it. Don't mind the trouble, you must go home to eat. After eating, you leave the dishes and chopsticks in the sink, and I'll come back to wash them after work.

Murong Qingyun, who put down his chopsticks, scratched his head a few times and said with a long face, "I will feel very sorry for you say that. You are so virtuous, and I am such a scoundrel. It feels like I'm enslave you."

"It's good to know. If you don't treat others well, you will be punished by God. Yang Mengmeng, who had just put the dish into Murong Qingyun's bowl, said helplessly: Aren't I your mother and girl?"

Murong Qingyun corrected her statement and said, "Wrong, to be precise, you should be my big girl."

Yang Mengmeng twisted the meat on his thigh and said unhappily, "You conscienceless guy, I'm your wife, not your maid. You really think of me as your girl."

"You said the word girl yourself, and I just corrected it a little." Murong Qingyun endured the pain and hurriedly said, "You are my wife!" I have never denied this objective fact.

Yang Mengmeng, who changed her face like turning over a book, said happily, "This is just like what people say."

Is it all nonsense that I used to say? Then you have been dating ghosts for a long time, and you will be crushed by ghosts at night.

Looking at Murong Qingyun, who only buried his head in eating and didn't say anything, Yang Mengmeng felt a little bored and said curiously, "Is there any interesting news about today's freshman report?"

"A new colleague came and was in the same office as me. His first influence on me was not bad. We blew the bull all morning. I guess we have to continue to brag at work in the afternoon. Murong Qingyun told the truth.

"You are so relaxed in your class, playing with money." Yang Mengmeng smiled.

"When I'm busy, I'm still very tired. You have to believe that my money is not easy to come by. Murong Qingyun shook his head.

"I know you work hard. The mouth and buttocks are the hardest. Yang Mengmengle said, "I'm tired of bragging, while my buttocks sit for a long time and lack exercise."

"It's easy to spend money, but difficult to make money. Soon, you will understand this truth. Murong Qingyun preached.

It is clear that Yang Mengmeng has no practical action. Murong Qingyun didn't agree with this at all. His tongue tasted the cooking skills of small hoofs and improved again. I guess her most talented thing is cooking. Murong Qiuwei is definitely the best among people, but her cooking skills have not grown up, and the cooking food can be used as a terrible one.

After dinner, the two are still the same as before. Murong Qingyun was still like an old man, moving his buttocks and didn't care about anything. He crossed his legs and smoked. The rest of the matter is still left to Yang Mengmeng. For this reason, he doesn't pretend not to see it, nor does he think that this is what she should do. After all, the times are progressing, and the status of Chinese men is declining. Many men are doing what women should do now. Today, many women only have the same skill: warm the bed.

He often pretends to say that he passed a stall and bought some hand cream and other things to Yang Mengmeng. In this regard, Yang Mengmeng is an acoon who knows that the so-called bargains are hundreds of yuan. Every time this happens, Yang Mengmeng always says not Murong Qingyun's "garbage". But every time, my heart is as sweet as if I had been filled with two catties of honey.

In September, the weather is still hot and people are prone to fatigue. They usually take a nap and then go to work or study energetically. The original plan was once again affected. The passage on the fifth floor was passed back and forth, and the 522 dormitory next to Murong Qingyun was noisy.

Yang Mengmeng, who wanted to know what had happened, opened the door and saw a new teacher moving next door. She stood over and found that the female teacher had many shoes, clothes and bags, but she did not see herself. The reason for the noise is that workers are installing air conditioners, range hoods, and assembling beds...

Yang Mengmeng, who had nothing to see, turned back to the dormitory and met Bai Bing returning to her bedroom after lunch. When the two met, they didn't even give each other a symbolic smile. They looked hard and pretended not to see each other. They proudly went back to the dormitory and closed the door heavily to express their dissatisfaction.

Murong Qingyun saw Yang Mengmeng with an unhappy face and said with concern, "It's okay when you just went out. What's wrong with you when you come back?"

"What's wrong? I asked to change the dormitory and didn't want to live opposite the door with the fox. Yang Mengmeng said angrily.

Murong Qingyun, who heard the unsuspensed voice, knew that Yang Mengmeng must have met Bai Bing. The two women seem to be born with hatred, or their predecessors are enemies. After meeting once, they are like water and fire. Murong Qingyun felt very embarrassed and said a few fair words for Bai Bing. He was immediately suspected by Yang Mengmeng that the two had an unclear relationship, so he could only pretend not to hear and continue to smoke without saying a word.

Yang Mengmeng approached him and repeated, "I ask to change the dormitory."

Murong Qingyun, who didn't want to demolish and move again, coaxed and said, "The teacher's single dormitory is already nervous. Don't embarrass me!"

Yang Mengmeng gritted his teeth and said, "Are you reluctant to leave that fox spirit and don't want to move away?"

Murong Qingyun, who is not good at dealing with such things, continued to coax: "If we really change the dormitory, Bai Bing thought you were afraid of her! She doesn't know how to laugh at you secretly?"

Yang Mengmeng, who bit her lips and was silent, felt that Murong Qingyun's words were reasonable and said firmly, "Then we won't change it. If we want to change it, let the fox spirit opposite us change it."

It finally came to an end, and Murong Qingyun was quite rejured. Beware that before he returned to the right place, his mobile phone kept ringing. He took out Bai Bing's phone from his pocket and saw that it was Bai Bing's phone, and his heart was trembling again. From her voice, it can be concluded that some emotions exist. She told him briefly that she would ask him to go there immediately or bear the consequences.

Murong Qingyun told a kind lie to Yang Mengmeng, and then went out without forgetting to close the door. Before he came to knock on the door in a hurry, the door had been opened. He made a normal friend posture and swaggered in. He closed the door with his backhand for fear of being seen by unrelated people.

Bai Bing sat on the chair, crossed her hands in front of her chest, and said angrily, "Today, I'm very unhappy. Do you know why?

Murong Qingyun, who nodded, whispered, "I know. Don't pinch the two of you. Why?"

"The war was caused by her, and I just fought back in self-defense." Bai Bing blamed.

Murong Qingyun doesn't know who caused this matter first, and he doesn't want to know. He just wants the two to get along well, and he doesn't expect to be friendly. He didn't want to be the gossip headline of Hedong Normal University. After coaxing Yang Mengmeng, he came to coax Bai Bing. It's because his eyes looked at the place he shouldn't have looked at.

"Just let her go! She is just a little girl's temper. Murong Qingyun is very pertinent.

"Why didn't she let me?" Bai Bing counterattacked.

"I don't want you two to be so stiff. Everyone bows their heads, looks up and lives opposite the door. It's better to be more friendly." Murong Qingyun persuaded him.

"Peaceful coexistence, no problem. Go find an axe and split you in half. Half of me and her, the problem will be solved!" Bai Bing suggested.