Chapter 20: Shameless

The car for the two of them drove out of the community at the same time. Audi with Qi Xiaoyan went straight to the airport. Fang Chengran's Martha made a circle around the highway and drove back.
When Xie stood at the door of Yang Wei's house again, Fang Chengran had a sinister smile on his face—fortunately, he was smart and stole Yang Wei's key in his pocket while Qi Xiaoyan was talking on the phone.
He found the door key from his pants pocket, and opened the door lightly as a thief, and put Yang Wei's key back in place.
Qi Xiaoyan waited 20 minutes at the airport and finally saw the person he was waiting for: "Aunt Zhao." He shouted at a middle-aged woman in a light-colored suit at the exit, his voice was not loud, Just so that people can hear clearly the woman holding the small black roll and look around. When she saw Qi Xiaoyan, she immediately smiled: "Smile, have you waited a long time?"
"No." Qi Xiaoyan stepped forward to help her with her luggage, and the action was very gentle: "My car is parked outside, let's go out first."
"Okay." Aunt Zhao got into the car with him and looked out of the window with some novelty. "I haven't been to City A for two years, but I can't recognize it anymore. This city is really changing."
Wu Qi smiled and did not answer, but Aunt Zhao was interested: "Smile, are you busy teaching at the university?"
"OK."
"I saw the paper you published a while ago in the magazine and it was wonderful."
"Thank you."
阿 Aunt Zhao laughed, "You are still the same as when you were a kid." She paused and asked, "How is your wife?"
Wu Qi smiled and groaned, "She's fine."
Aunt Zhao laughed and said, "I was shocked when your mother said you were married. You did n’t know that your mother was always worried that you would grow old alone. Alas, thanks to our family Wenwen was waiting for you So long."
Aunt Zhao and Qi Xiaoyan's parents are colleagues. The two originally lived in a compound, and the relationship was not bad. Qi Xiaoyan has been very good since he was a child. Aunt Zhao has long liked his son-in-law, but unfortunately Qi Xiaoyan has gone too fast. Her family Wenwen has not graduated from high school, and he has already gone abroad to read a blog.
"Aunt Zhao joked." Qi Xiaoyan turned a corner at the intersection in front, and there was no emotion in his voice. Aunt Zhao knew that he was like this, and there was no dissatisfaction: "Where are we going?"
Wu Qi smiled and said, "Ding Ou Hotel, I have called to book a room for you."
When Yang Wei woke up, it was already seven o'clock in the evening. My stomach doesn't hurt anymore, but I'm hungry now. She lay in the quilt for two minutes, slowly got up, and went to the kitchen.
A faint smell of food permeated the living room, Yang Wei's brows moved, and she carefully glanced into the kitchen.
Li Fang Chengran held a spoon in his right hand and was trying the porridge in the spoon. He lowered his head slightly, and his bangs on his forehead brushed his eyebrows, with a hint of hazy charm. This is really a pleasing picture. Yang Wei couldn't bear the damage. After watching for a few seconds, she coughed and said, "Fang Chengran, haven't you left yet?"
I heard Yang Wei's voice, Fang Chengran raised his eyes slightly, and a slight smile was drawn to the corners of his lips: "I think you must be hungry when you wake up, so staying here to help you cook, isn't it touched?
Yang Wei laughed, walked over and glanced at the pot. It was Xiaomi Egg Brown Sugar Porridge: "Do you still make this?"
Xie Fang Chengran picked up the phone on the side and shook it, "There are a lot of searches on the Internet."
薇 Yang Wei nodded heartily and sincerely, Fang Chengran waved to her: "Sit in the living room and it will be all right."
"Okay." Yang Wei took two steps outside, suddenly stopped, and then looked back, "Fang Chengran, have you been here?"
"Yes."
"So ... has anyone been here before?"
She Fang Chengran's spoon in his hand was a little meal, looked up at her: "No, why do you ask?"
Yang Wei smiled and said, "It's nothing, don't confuse the porridge."
"I'm not you." Fang Chengran kicked her out of the kitchen, and Yang Wei stepped onto the sofa to sit down, holding her pillow and dreaming.
So you really are nightmare? She said how Qi Xiaoyan would come.
After a while, Fang Chengran came out of the kitchen with two bowls, and Yang Wei hurried to pick up a bowl. The two sat at the table, Fang Chengran watched her take a bite of porridge, and asked expectantly, "How is it?"
Yang Wei gave him a thumbs up: "Chef Fang! Your family deserves to open a hotel!"
Li Fangcheng laughed aloud: "I'm basically cooking by myself when I'm abroad."
薇 Yang Wei blinked: "Aren't you three or five or seven girlfriends?"
"It would be nice for them not to let me serve them." Fang Chengran spread his hands.
Yang Wei swallowed the porridge, her eyes a little joke: "You pretend."
Fang Chengran looked at her, and suddenly changed the topic: "Is your wedding picture in your bedroom like that?"
Yang Wei's eyes darkened for a moment, and she nodded, "Yeah."
Fang Chengran said, "Since you don't want to see it, why not just take down the wedding photo?"
Yang Wei froze, and the spoon in her hand unconsciously stirred in the porridge: "Well, the wedding photo is too big. The wall will look very empty and unsightly when you take it off."
Fang Chengran frowned his lips and said nothing.
After eating, Fang Chengran took the initiative to wash the dishes again. Yang Wei was a little bit sad: "No, you can put it in the sink. I'll wash it myself later."
She Fang Chengran looked back at her and said expertly, "Less water in the physiological period."
Yang Wei's mouth chuckled a little smile: "Is your girlfriend telling you?"
"The clerk told me." Fang Chengran corrected seriously. After washing the dishes, he looked at the time and finally felt that he should leave: "I'll go back first, you should rest early."
好的 "Okay, thank you so much for today."
Fang Chengran stopped and looked at her with bright eyes intently, like the most beautiful obsidian: "Don't you give me a kiss of thanks?"
Yang Wei froze for a moment and took a step back: "I thought you were free."
Cheng Fang couldn't help but laugh out loud, stepped forward and quickly pecked at Yang Wei's cheek: "Another good night kiss for free."
吻 The kiss was light and fast, but it made Yang Wei completely hold it.
She has not been kissed by anyone other than Qi Xiaoyan.
Fang Chengran raised her hand and dialed the black hair on the side of her face, and her eyes became ambiguous: "If you stay like this again, I will kiss your mouth."
薇 Yang Wei was excited for a while, and quickly took two steps back: "Hahahahaha! Good night!" After closing the bedroom door swiftly, without forgetting to lock it.
Li Fang Chengran: "..."
I seem to be completely treated as a satyr.
I knew that I had just kissed.
Qi Qi laughed and sent Aunt Zhao to the hotel before returning to school. The project of Shuao Textbook is about to reach the deadline. He parked the car and went directly to the teaching and research building.
Three graduate students are inside. The girl with ponytails holds a magazine in his hand and says to the glasses next to him, "Look, is Song Jin talking about Professor Qi?"
The boy habitually pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose and advised, "You better not care about Professor Qi. Seeing this project is over, I don't want him to turn around and still give us a bunch of projects."
The girl staggered her lips, still holding the magazine in her hand: "I did not expect that Professor Qi's first love turned out to be Song Jin, which is simply too fantasy."
"Who's first love is Song Jin?"
Suddenly, Qi Qi's voice came from behind, shocking the girls, and the magazine in her hand "snapped" to the ground.
Qi Qi smiled and walked up to pick up the magazine, opened it, scanned it, and put it back on the table. The three graduate students looked at his face carefully, and even the sound of breathing was minimized. Qi Xiaoyan turned on the computer to view the document for a while, and the three people on the opposite side said: "Pages 137 to 159, and pages 177, 185, 199, 203, and 211.
"..."
Purgatory on earth.
"Deliver on time to the press on Friday."
"..."
Damn! between! Refine! prison!