Chapter 82 Handing in homework

After Ye Rou returned to the dormitory, she was very excited, and after Murong Qingyun returned to the dormitory, she smoked one cigarette after another, and her heart was very entangled. Qiu Wei finally finished her homework, copied the information from the computer into the USB flash drive, took the USB flash drive and went to the photocopying room in the department. You should make full use of public things to do private work.

Murong Qingyun sorted out the printed materials and held a thick pile in his hand. After weighing the weight, it was still very heavy. Since he took advantage of the public once, he decided to continue to take advantage of the public. He picked up the public phone and called Sister Qiu Wei. I have to give her my homework. Murong Qiuwei asked him to bring back all the relevant materials in the evening and eat at home by the way.

Murong Qingyun had no objection to handing over his homework and the two sacks of information to Sister Qiu Wei, but he had no intention of eating at home. He no longer wanted to be a mouse and let her destroy and ** himself, so he made the excuse that he ate a lot of meals at noon, but he has not digested it yet. He is very full and can't eat any more. In order to better get rid of it, Murong Qingyun asked Murong Qiuwei to go to Yang Mengmeng, and also paid attention to explaining that her recent appetite was super good. She is often still in front of her, praising Qiu Wei's mother's cooking is quite good. Murong Qiuwei didn't listen to his deception at all and asked the two to come back together.

Murong Qingyun, who is super depressed, can only go home for dinner under pressure. Murong Qiuwei, who had nothing to do, went to the office and asked Yang Mengmeng to go to the supermarket to buy vegetables with herself after work, and then went home to cook and eat. People in the office are extremely envious of the good relationship between their mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, while Yang Mengmeng has a bitter face and is quite painful and entangled in her heart. There is no problem for her to do all the housework alone, but it will be as painful as it is to try the dishes cooked by Qiu Wei's mother.

Yang Mengmeng had no choice but to follow Qiu Wei's mother to go shopping at a nearby supermarket, and then she hoped to cook more dishes. She would cook fewer dishes, and she would suffer less. Murong Qingyun once again gave full play to the fine tradition of playing procrastination, returned to the dormitory to drag out the two sacks of information, and happened to meet Bai Bing. She offered to send him back to see her aunt by the way.

Murong Qingyun loosened two sacks of his head and told truthfully, "Yang Mengmeng will also eat at my house. Well, my mother likes her very much and completely regards her as her daughter. She likes her far more than she cares about me. Don't join in this fun, so that everyone won't be unhappy.

Bai Bing kicked two sacks and said unhappily, "Can't I just see my aunt?" They don't argue about anything, just want her to know my existence. I don't want to be air."

"Don't lose your temper." Murong Qingyun coaxed, "Don't be like Yang Mengmeng. She has a little girl's temper, but you don't have that personality. I know you have a lot of measurement.

Bai Bing smiled sweetly and said, "You men can coax people, so we girls are all deceived by you. That sentence is really good. I'd rather believe that there are ghosts in the world than the man's broken mouth.

"Truth is absolutely the truth." Murong Qingyun looked around the corridor and didn't find anyone passing by. He whispered, "I haven't lied to you. You volunteered to have sex with me in your car and in the left-handed cafe you run. Your pleasant moan is still echoing in my ears.

Bai Bing's face was blushed with shame, spat, clenched his fist and beat him, pretending to curse angrily, "You bastard, don't say any more, or I will really be angry!"

When Murong Qingyun saw no one, he dared to stop her in his arms, kissed her red face, and his lips felt hot and said, "I'm just laughing to tease you. You don't look beautiful when you are angry!"

Bai Bing stretched out her right index finger and poked his hand a few times and said coquettishly, "Have you told the third person about our thing?"

Murong Qingyun cursed and swore, "God knows, earth knows, you know, I know, there will never be a third person to know. The fun in our boudoir can be known to third parties. We are just secretly sweet."

Bai Bing said coquettishly, "Damn it, you know how to bully others."

Murong Qingyun kissed her face again and slowly let go of her. Bai Bing wanted to help him carry the sack down, but he stopped her. After all, she was much more tired than herself in class. He asked her to go back to the dormitory to rest. Bai Bing nodded and watched Murong Qingyun drag the two sacks down the fifth floor before taking out the key from his handbag and entering the room to rest.

He dragged the sack all the way forward and walked a long distance by himself. His hands were a little sore, and he still didn't see the taxi. When I don't usually take a taxi, I often see empty cars. Now, when he needed to take a taxi, he didn't see an empty taxi. Murong Qingyun didn't want to drag the sack anymore, so he stood at a crossroads in the campus and waited for the taxi to arrive. He doesn't believe that there are no male and female students going in and out on dates. After all, there are many activities on Friday night.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, his grandmother has a leg. Sure enough, a taxi did not appear. It was all private cars to pick up girls. Murong Qingyun, who was helpless, could only drag two sacks to the school gate. The security guard really pretended to be strange again and didn't let the taxis enter the school gate, but released the private car. Murong Qingyun believes that security guards are typical discrimination and differential treatment. Private cars are cars, and taxis are also cars!

A student-like couple got out of the taxi, so he quickly stopped the car and asked the driver to open the trunk. I threw two sacks in, closed them with a bang, sat on the co-pilot and set off to go home. When I got home, the house was empty. I ran to Yang's house opposite the door and knocked on the door. No one answered, and it was clear that Yang's mother had gone to the night shift.

Murong Qingyun, who lay on Qiu Wei's free chair, felt comfortable, but his heart was very aggrieved. Every time I think of eating Qiu Wei's cooking, I tremble and eager to go first. She is not alone. At least she pulled Yang Mengmeng into the water. Otherwise, she would be free at night and let herself stand here alone. Since the two are unmarried, they have to endure the guilt together.

Murong Qingyun rocked on the chair and fell asleep. After all, he was physically and mentally exhausted these days. He doesn't know when the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law will come back. He was awakened by a tinkling sound and came out rubbing his eyes to see Qiu Wei killing fish there. Yang Mengmeng wanted to take the initiative to undertake this work, but she refused.

She can't catch a live fish at all. I can't catch it. You knocked the fish unconscious, and she didn't knock the fish unconscious. A wonderful scene appeared, and the carp on the ground was jumping, and she also jumped with her. Murong Qiuwei, who had caught the carp many times, was angry and raised her kitchen knife to kill it. Sure enough, she made a good kitchen knife and cut the carp on the ground into two pieces.

Murong Qingyun, who saw this scene, unconsciously touched his neck and subconsciously swallowed his saliva. I guess no one wants to eat the dishes made with such craftsmanship. Murong Qiuwei, who showed a satisfied smile on her face, hummed Cai Qin's "Can't Forget" to clean up the fish. He is seeing her technique, and he really can't forget it.

Murong Qingyun found Yang Mengmeng, who was busy in the kitchen, and said with a wry smile, "Tonight, we are going to suffer."

Yang Mengmeng nodded her head like a chicken pecking rice, and also smiled bitterly, "That's right! Qiu Wei's mother is good at everything, except that it's not good. Why does she like cooking so much?

"You should ask her this question." Murong Qingyun was sad.

"Go away, don't bother me. I'll cook one more dish as soon as possible, and we will suffer less. Yang Mengmeng drove him away.

Murong Qingyun returned to the living room with great interest and suddenly had an idea to take out his own analysis report on real estate in Hedong City from a sack. He wanted Sister Qiu Wei to read the report in this way and dispel her idea of cooking. With the report in his hand, he walked to Murong Qiuwei and asked her to read the report.

"You put the report on my bedside table. At night, I will turn it over before I go to bed. Murong Qiuwei was very impatient and said, "Go away and don't stop me from killing fish."

Murong Qingyun showed a very sincere look and said, "Sister Qiu Wei, I have put a lot of heart into this report. You'd better take a look first. If there are any shortcomings, I can take them back and modify them. I really want to listen to your Dunton teaching.

Murong Qiuwei didn't raise her head slightly and said angrily, "Don't let me say it again."

He knew his mother's temper, so he shook his head and went to her bedroom with the floor report in his hand. When she is doing this, she especially doesn't like to be disturbed. This hobby is her favorite, but Murong Qingyun's nightmare. Murong Qiuwei loves cooking, but she usually doesn't eat her own cooking. She wants to see the happy satisfaction on other people's faces and praise her good cooking skills, which makes her feel very fulfilling. The sense of achievement of cooking is more satisfying than her negotiating a business of hundreds of millions of yuan. This is what she built on her personal happiness on her son. Yang Mengmeng has to help Murong Qingyun share his pain from time to time.

Murong Qingyun suddenly shivered, touched his stomach, and said to himself, "My stomach, my stomach, I will treat you badly tonight. Tomorrow, I promise to make up for you. You too, after so many years, you are still not used to Qiu Wei's craftsmanship. It's a failure!"