Chapter 21 Doing Good deeds

After Bai Bing left, Murong Qingyun breathed a long sigh of relief and almost lost his eternal hatred. He slowly sat by the edge of the bed, and his nose could still smell the perfume that could inspire the most primitive nature of human beings. Suddenly, he suddenly felt a trace of loss and a little regret, and imagined her proud twin peaks in his mind. If you can knead it, it must be very cool. The skin is like mutton fat and white jade, and the touch will never be bad, so your hands move unconsciously twice.

Since Qiu Wei has something to find herself, she must go back, lest Bai Bing find that he is not in a hurry to go back, causing a series of troubles. Murong Qingyun, who changed his clothes, deliberately closed the security door very loudly in order to let her hear it. He quickly walked downstairs, passed by the moment he could see her window, and subconsciously looked up. Bai Bing happened to climb at the window, threw an eyebrow to Murong Qingyun, and a flying kiss, which scared him to trot down his head.

Starving to death is small, dissection is big, and Murong Qingyun will never do it. However, he still doesn't want to be the object of criticism and gossip. Hedong Normal University was so big that it was inadvertently seen by some people and spread the words to Yang Mengmeng's ears. The consequences were unimaginable.

Murong Qingyun, with the white and red sun, came to the bus stop and was ready to take the bus home. After a short journey, he stood alone next to the bus stop, sweating all over his body. He looked at the direction of the bus and sighed that Yang Mengmeng was indeed a god. In such hot weather, her interest in shopping has not weakened at all. If she has such great enthusiasm and perseverance on the other hand, it may still be a bad thing.

About ten minutes, a No. 11 bus finally appeared. Murong Qingyun got into the empty car and immediately felt that he was in the sauna. He staggered to the back row near the window and sat down. He intended to be more comfortable and blow the wind. As a result, with the hot wind blowing, his buttocks felt like sitting on the fire bed. In order not to have hemorrhoids, he had to stand up again.

After getting off at the bus stop near his home, Murong Qingyun wore a pure cotton T-shirt that had soaked it through his sweat. He didn't care much, so he wanted to go home and blow the air conditioner and strode on the road where he could almost cook eggs. As soon as he stepped into the house and felt the cold air, he felt much better.

Mong Qiuwei, who sat on the chair and had a cup of tea next to him, put down the book she was reading and said, "You still told me that I will be back right away. Do you want me to wait for you for more than an hour? Mom's time is precious. You have to compensate me."

Murong Qingyun thought that taking the bus could save money, but he never thought that he would lose money as soon as he entered the house. If he had known this result, it would have been better to take a taxi and sighed, "How much do you want me to compensate you?"

Murong Qiuwei didn't seem to care about her son and said rudely, "Then give me 2,000 yuan!"

Murong Qingyun breathed a sigh of relief, much less than he expected. He had a feeling of picking up a cheap price. He picked up his own water cup, took two sips of water, and said cheerfully, "Oi, I'll give it to you later. Don't you have something very important to tell me?"

Murong Qiuwei, who didn't show a smile, said calmly, "I told you to go home for this. Do you know that there is a severe drought in the southwest, there is no precipitation for several months, the fields are cracked, it is difficult for people and animals to drink water, and the crops are dry?

"I saw this news when I was surfing the Internet. What does this have to do with me? I'm not the Dragon King, and I can't control the precipitation. Murong Qingyun leaned his back on the chair and said lightly.

"Do not pretend to be stupid for your mother. You know what I mean." Murong Qiuwei still said calmly.

"Sister Qiu Wei, you have taken 2,000 oceans from me, just think of me as a donation. I am poor. What else do you want?" Murong Qingyun said with a kind of hurt look.

"One is one, two is two. Your 2,000 yuan should be given to me. After all, you have wasted your mother's time. You know that I am democratic and kind-hearted, and I never force people to do things they don't want to do. What is money? It's just paper. It's important to save people." Murong Qiuwei said seriously.

"The problem is that I like that kind of paper, which is so red and festive." Murong Qingyun said what he said.

"How much do you plan to donate?" Murong Qiuwei blew a mouthful of tea floating on the surface of the cup.

Before he got on the car, Murong Qingyun noticed that his left eye was beating violently and knew that there must be nothing good going home. A few minutes ago, he expected that he would have to take out five digits to deal with the waste of Qiu Wei's time and resolve the so-called crime of "seeking money and killing". When she said that it was only 2,000 yuan, she was glad that Qiu Wei didn't open her mouth. Now it seems that I am really stupid and naive.

Murong Qingyun reluctantly stretched out his two fingers of his left hand and whispered, "20 yuan."

Murong Qiuwei put down the teacup in her hand and said with a satisfied smile, "I know that my own son will not be without kindness. I thank you for your generosity on behalf of the victims. In this way, I received the 200,000 yuan first. The bank account number is still the same. 202,000 yuan will be transferred to my mother tomorrow.

When Murong Qingyun heard this, he almost collapsed and hurriedly explained, "Sister Qiu Wei, my mother, I am your own son. You don't have to scrape like this!"

"Does the number you donated also count as money? You won't be ashamed to say it. If you feel unidentified, I don't mind if you donate again. Murong Qiuwei looked at Murong Qingyun and smiled.

No, Murong Qingyun can only admit his bad luck. If you want to donate less, there is no door. The more you want to get less, the more you will get. He feels so painful, and his flesh hurts even more. With a bitter face, he gritted his teeth and nodded to agree to Qiu Wei's number. If you don't agree quickly, you are afraid that you will have to take it out.

"By the way, didn't you give this money to the Black Cross? Recently, there have been many negative reports, especially two pounds. I'm afraid... Believe it or not, I believe it anyway." Murong Qingyun covered his chest and said with a painful expression on his face.

"Is your mother so brain-damaged? My mother has always done good deeds by herself and never pretends to be in the hands of others. Murong Qiuwei said seriously, "At the same time, you'd better stop for a few days when I'm not at home. Don't bully Meng Meng."

"I'm so honest that she usually bullies me." Murong Qingyun said slowly.

"Now, your mother is in a very good mood. Call your daughter-in-law and say that I will treat you to Western food." Murong Qiuwei laughed.

Are you in a bad mood? In less than ten minutes, you scraped a sum of money from me, and the labor efficiency was too high. The money for inviting guests to dinner is not the money I just paid. Murong Qingyun could only complain a little in his heart and dared not say it. He called Yang Mengmeng and told him about the meal. She is super happy. After all, Murong Qiuwei has always invited her to dinner, or asked her to go shopping with her and other activities. The places she went in and out are quite high-end places, and they are much affordable.

Murong Qingyun sitting on the chair is still healing, and Yang Mengmeng has come back excitedly. Before her people entered the door, her voice came first: "Mom Qiu Wei, I'm back."

Murong Qiuwei, who heard the sound, got up, greeted him in the direction of the door, and said with concern, "Little girl, look at you sweating profusely. Why don't come in and rest. Where did you go on such a hot day?

Yang Mengmeng, who entered the house, stood in front of the air conditioner and said coldly, "I'm going shopping with my friends!"

"The spirit is good." Murong Qiuwei smiled and said, "The dead child won't go to the refrigerator to get a bottle of drink for your daughter-in-law."

It's too unbalanced. I just spent more than 200,000 yuan. Sister Qiu Wei didn't move her buttocks from the chair, and she didn't ask herself whether she was hot or not to drink water. The treatment of him and Yang Mengmeng was so different that his heart and flesh hurt even more. He pretended not to hear it and continued to heal himself.

Only then did Yang Mengmeng notice that Murong Qingyun's face was expressionless, and she was a little puzzled. She whispered to Murong Qiuwei, "What's wrong with him?"

Murong Qiuwei said respectfully, "Don't care about him. Men also have a few days.

Yang Mengmeng covered her mouth and giggled. She walked to Murong Qingyun, grabbed the water glass in his hand, looked up and drank it. He glanced at her and continued to lament alone. In the past, Sister Qiu Wei remained calm in order to wait until "the pig is fat before killing". She is even willing to scrape her own son's money, so she will not be soft-hearted to scrape outsiders' money.

"After a while, you call your mother and the four of us will go to eat western food together. A new good western restaurant has opened near our kindergarten. Murong Qiuwei repeatedly said nonsense for Yang Mengmeng.

"Oh, my mother won't go." Yang Mengmeng suffoed her mouth and replied.

"Listen, go and call your mother." Murong Qiuwei coaxed.

Yang Mengmeng nodded, put down the water cup in her hand, turned home and told her mother. Yang's mother politely refused what she expected. Yang's mother has always been honest and not used to going to high-end places. She has been there once and never went there again. That place made her feel uneasy and embarrassed.

For so many years, the Yang family's mother and daughter have received a lot of favors from Murong Qiuwei, which often makes her feel deeply guilty. Although the two families are about to become a family, she still deeply feels that they are climbing high. Murong Qiuwei is kind to her daughter, and she naturally remembers it in her eyes. It often makes her mother feel ashamed.

Yang Mengmeng, who returned to Murong's house, shook her head and said, "My mother said she was going to work the night shift, so she won't go this time."