Chapter 966: Diary of Jiang Qingchi's Doting Wife (5)

Mu Yanzhu was taken aback!
What is he doing with her?
It's hard for her to think about it. There are too many extreme people in society now, because they break up and beat each other, even stabbing each other to death.
No, no, Jiang Qingchi is not that kind of person, Jiang Qingchi is not that kind of person...
"Jiang Qingchi is not that kind of person" a hundred times silently in my heart, and the footsteps behind him are getting closer.
Until she was hugged from behind.
The man crossed an arm and pressed her shoulder.
Mu Yanzhu clearly heard his own voice with a trembling sound...
"You, you let me go..."
In the gloom, Jiang Qingchi's deep eyes were full of chills, he firmly hugged Mu Yanzhu, and suddenly opened his mouth and bit her right neck.
"Obviously you are wrong, why don't you apologize?!"
"..."
Mu Yanzhu's tears flowed out.
"If you don't apologize, I won't apologize."
Her neck hurts. Is he a dog? The bite made her scalp numb.
Jiang Qingchi lowered his head and rubbed Mu Yanzhu's face.
His anger was gone, his anxiety was gone, and now there was only panic.
After a day of panic, when she went to the study room, he waited outside the door and heard her crying inside, calling his girlfriend, and wanted to go in several times and tell her not to cry, and held back.
Then he endured until she finally came out of the classroom and saw her go to the bathroom to wash her face. He hid at the end of the corridor, watching her quietly like a thief.
He followed along the way she walked from the classroom to the library.
Once upon a time, he was walking in the front and she followed.
A few people apart, no one speaks, but he is the apex, she is the end, and then connected into a line, everything in the middle can be isolated, as if everything in the world does not exist.
He had never followed someone so sullenly.
I saw her entering the library, listening to music with headphones on, and writing and drawing on the book, just as usual.
Oh, I cried, complained to my girlfriend, and that's it?
His heart, his devotion, his kindness to her, just lost it?
How could it be reconciled.
So after she fled, he continued to follow her, this dark little stone road, he walked for the first time, staring at the staggering figure in front of him, not getting angry.
I have been with her for a day, and if I continue, she will go back to the dormitory!
When his thoughts returned, Jiang Qingchi held Mu Yanzhu tighter.
She ran away for fear of letting go.
"Even if everyone counts you, so what? Don't you have me?"
"You do not understand……"
"Well, I don't understand anything, all I know is that you are trampling on my heart recklessly by relying on me now to you!"
"..." Mu Yanzhu said nothing.
Jiang Qingchi didn't speak either, and quietly hugged Mu Yanzhu for a while.
He won’t be like other boyfriends, gently wipe the teardrops from the corners of his girlfriend’s eyes, and then use the most sultry subwoofer in her ears to persuade: "Little boy, don’t cry, you cry so much that my heart hurts Up."
Jiang Qingchi would be too crooked, but too crooked, he couldn't learn.
Mu Yanzhu's tears had dried up, Jiang Qingchi let go of her, took her by the hand, and sent her downstairs in the dormitory.
"Go in, don't think too much."
How can you not think too much? !
"Go to bed early, don't stay up late, have you heard?"
How can you not stay up late! He must have insomnia again tonight!
Seeing her indifferent, Jiang Qingchi leaned down and kissed the corner of her mouth.
"Don't go in again, I don't mind sleeping with you in the hotel tonight."
Then Mu Yanzhu hurried in.
Jiang Qingchi straightened up and kept staring at Mu Yanzhu's back. Her figure completely disappeared from the corner. Only then did she retract her gaze and walked to her dormitory.
...
"Mom, I'm uncomfortable."
"Son, what's the matter?"
Yannian pushed Jiang Beiyuan away from him, and concentrated on calling his son.
Jiang Qingchi at the other end was already lying on the bed, wearing wireless headphones, his eyes gloomy.
"I don't want to go to school anymore. I want to work early and earn money to support my family."
"What excites you? You have to make a sports car around the corners, right?"
"I didn't want it anymore. That kind of pickaxe is boring."
"Then what's the matter with you? Is the school food bad? Or is the game bad?"
Jiang Qingchi was speechless.
In the eyes of his mother, is his life only eating and playing games? !
"I like a person, I'm afraid she can't wait for me, I'm afraid she will run away."
"I heard your mother wrong? Are you my son? The previous ones were all because they were afraid you would run away. This time the cart is upside down? Fengshui is turning around? Have you met true love?"
Jiang Qingchi: "I didn't joke with you, Mom, I want to be better for her."
"Oh~ that's not bad. It's good for you to have this idea. Don't just say it, you have to take action. Do people think you are insecure?"
Saying the last words, let Jiang Qing Chi Digu initiate.
Yes, Mu Yanzhu should just feel that he is insecure.
"I can't see our future!" The words she said, her expression at the time, were vividly visible.
Jiang Qingchi hung up the phone and thought about it for a long time.
...
Early the next morning, as soon as Mu Yanzhu left the dormitory, he saw Jiang Qingchi standing under the tree.
He slid his hands into the creaking nest, and there was heat from his lips, and a faint white mist appeared.
This made Mu Yanzhu a daze. It turned out that late autumn had come unconsciously.
Late autumn is approaching, can winter be far behind.
Mu Yanzhu retracted his gaze and walked forward on his own.
She almost walked to the corner, Jiang Qingchi was taken aback, did she see him? ?
Then hurry up to keep up with your wife, Jiang Qingchi, you are here to ask for peace, don't get angry, don't get angry, and make such psychological hints to yourself over and over again.
When he approached the canteen, Jiang Qingchi rushed over and opened the curtain for Mu Yanzhu.
Mu Yanzhu pursed the corner of his mouth and looked over, "What do you mean?"
"What do I want to ask you? I have been waiting for you downstairs in the dormitory for an hour, Jiang Yan!"
Mu Yanzhu: "My last name is Mu, not Jiang."
"Well, you are not Jiang, you are sexy."
Then Mu Yanzhu's face blushed!
The passing girls looked towards this side with a smile.
Mu Yanzhu pretended to be calm and walked in to buy food. It was only 7:20 at this time and there were not many people in the cafeteria.
Mu Yanzhu found a position by the window and sat down.
From this angle, you can welcome the baptism of the morning sun, and people's mood will become clear.
Jiang Qingchi also bought rice and sat across from Mu Yanzhu.
Mu Yanzhu: "Don't you need to be with your girlfriend?"
"Isn't it with me."
With that said, he took the meat buns that she had bitten twice, and ate them.
Mu Yanzhu glanced at someone's hearty breakfast, "You still grab so much food from me."
"Yours is delicious, I think this bun is sweet."
"Don't you like sweet things?"
"It's not the same. I like everything about you."
Mu Yanzhu's heart missed a beat, and the hand holding the spoon shook slightly.
"You and that girl are fine, let's stay with her."
"Why so many words?"
Jiang Qingchi took the chopsticks and knocked on her head.
"You don't have a professional class this morning, I will go with you."
"Today, the teacher checked the names and did not allow family members."
As soon as the voice fell, Jiang Qingchi laughed.
A mouthful of white teeth, dazzling.
Smile smile, I don't know what's funny.
But this guy laughed so seductively, because of this face, she endured all his bad temper.
"Am I a family member? Huh? Say it to your husband again."
"You can do it yourself, I'm going to class."
Mu Yanzhu put on her schoolbag and left. She didn't carry the schoolbag Jiang Qingchi gave her, so she changed one.
Of course Jiang Qingchi noticed, and followed her next to her, "Where is the schoolbag I gave you?"
"I'll return that bag to you this afternoon. After all, it's ninety-eight thousand and I don't want to owe you."
"You are so special--"
Jiang Qingchi, don't be upset, don't be upset, the daughter-in-law of your choice, even crying.
My father said, to coax a woman, one sentence is not enough, two sentences; two sentences are not enough, three sentences.
Three sentences are not enough. If you say 10,000 sentences, she will always be angry.
"call."
Suppressing the swear word, and looking up again, the daughter-in-law has gone far.
Hey, I haven't seen her walk so fast before!
Mu Yanzhu was worrying, because the editor had just sent her a message, saying that her manuscript failed yesterday and asked her to write it again and send it to her before noon.
"Go to work, I'll teach you the lesson." Jiang Qingchi also saw the message.
Mu Yanzhu shook his head and put the phone in his pocket.
"Stubborn girl... I will answer the call for you!"
"Can you do it?" Mu Yanzhu was dubious.
"I can wear women's clothing for you, you say, is there anything I can't do?"
Speaking of this, Mu Yanzhu's heart softened.
Yes, this person still dressed up for her. He was wearing a wig and pulling his uncle with him that day, and let the people on the playground look at them. He didn't care.
...
Mu Yanzhu went to work, Jiang Qingchi went to class for her. The teacher was hired from outside and didn't recognize people, but the classmates all recognized people.
The prince is wearing a black sweater, brown slacks, a pair of brand-name canvas shoes, and the white laces are always spotless.
Sit in the last row with the bag, and looked over.
Jiang Qingchi took out a financial book and read it.
Starting from today, he has to study hard, and he can't just meet the passing grades, otherwise he wants to graduate ahead of time, it will be difficult!
"Little brother, can you ask for your WeChat?"
Fang Yiyi, Mu Yanzhu's roommate, came over.
She happened to be sitting in the last row, very close to Jiang Qingchi, so close that she could smell the good smell of laundry detergent on his body.
For the first time, she felt that the smell of boys was so charming.
Jiang Qingchi didn't look up, "My wife won't let me chat."
"Heh...what do you talk about, can't you be a friend?"
"No shortage."
"You are in your sophomore year, right? You may have to take the postgraduate entrance examination in your senior year. You can consult me ​​if you have any questions then!"
He is now anxious to graduate quickly, and let him go to graduate school?
Let her dream of spring and autumn!
Jiang Qingchi turned to his side, supporting his forehead with one hand, his attitude of refusal was obvious.
Fang Yiyi's mouth squashed. Although he didn't ask himself to be boring anymore, he didn't mention too much resentment in his heart.
I don't know what Ecstasy Mu Yanzhu has given this handsome guy. Are there any boys who don't talk about it these days? !
"Come on, click the name."
Class begins.
The teacher called a name and looked at someone.
It's Mu Yanzhu.
Jiang Qingchi: "Here."
Perhaps his deliberately lowered voice was very magnetic, or perhaps his face was so sassy that the teacher couldn't help but look at it twice and then asked him to stand up.
"Are you Mu Yanzhu?"
Jiang Qingchi didn't change his color: "Yes."
The teacher is a young and beautiful female teacher, smiling like a flower, "Your name is very feminine."
"Yeah, that's right, my mother had a dystocia when I gave birth, and the fortune teller said that I was short of water in my life, so naming it is a good match.
Jiang Qingchi has developed an ability to find excuses easily.
When he was young, as long as he was late for school, he made excuses every time:
"My mother is dystocia, my aunt is dystocia, my sister is dystocia, my aunt is dystocia, my aunt is dystocia, my grandmother is dystocia..."
Because of this, Yannian smashed chestnuts on his head.
"Gotta, Jiang Qingchi, your family is hard to give birth!"
Thinking back, the teacher waved his hand with a smile, letting Jiang Qingchi sit down.
During this whole class, the teacher was standing on the podium to give a lecture, but his eyes were constantly looking towards Jiang Qingchi.
He looked down to read the book, his eyebrows pierced, and his deep facial features made it hard to remove his eyes.
It's not that the teacher has never seen a handsome student, but it is rare that such a temperament and appearance coexist.
This kind of scene is like a celebrity mixing into a crowd, and the radiant light on your body cannot be blocked. Even if you wear a mask and a hat, it is very conspicuous.
Because the temperament is there, it was cultivated.
get out of class is finally over.
Jiang Qingchi read a class book today, didn't play games, and had to leave with his schoolbag on his back. The teacher greeted him to go over.
"Give me your WeChat." The teacher was packing up, pinning the broken hair from his forehead to behind his ear.
Very gentle action, but Jiang Qingchi felt nothing.
He is very calm. He has encountered this kind of teacher before, so he is not surprised, "Teacher, I don't play WeChat."
"Really? Don't lie to me, don't look at me as a girl, you think I'm a good lie."
Install Nima.
Jiang Qingchi: "Teacher, I really don't play. My family raises pigs and I don't have time to play mobile phones."
"Impossible, I think you have a very good temperament, but you don't have your temperament to raise pigs."
"No way, my father has to let me pretend to be a nouveau riche."
Jiang Qingchi pretended to sigh, looking very helpless.
"As for me, now I just want to study hard. After graduation, I will return to my hometown and get rich by raising pigs. I believe that I am the most beautiful piglet in the village!"
Looking at a very energetic young man, why is he so in the second grade?
The teacher then let Jiang Qingchi go.
As soon as he walked out of the classroom door, the spirited fighting spirit on Jiang Qingchi's face turned into a sneer.
He wouldn't be too lazy to bird her if it wasn't for her being Teacher Mu Yanzhu! It's not that she is afraid that she will spoil Mu Yanzhu.
...
Jiang Qingchi knew which study room Mu Yanzhu was in. After opening the door, he saw her leaning in the corner at first glance.
The worried heart suddenly settled down, like a person who has been wandering on the sea for a long time, finally found a small island.
She likes to sit in the corner.
Jiang Qingchi walked in.
As usual, she sits in the back and he sits in the front rows. He won't disturb her during work hours, but let her know that I am here and I am here. You can rest assured.
Mu Yanzhu looked up and saw Jiang Qingchi's back.
I was so fascinated just now, when did he come?
He didn't even notice it.
At this moment, the sunshine was just right, the time was just right, staring at his back in a daze, tears flowed out unconsciously.
Because she suddenly discovered that she liked Jiang Qingchi a little bit more than he thought.
No, there are so many points.
Finally hitting the last keyboard, Mu Yanzhu stretched out.
Jiang Qingchi was extremely sensitive to her movements, and turned around, "Have you finished writing?"
His voice is very soft, very soft.
Mu Yanzhu gave a hmm, red eyes and red nose.
Jiang Qingchi came over from the front.
"why are you crying?"
"It's okay... I'm writing abusive essay again, you don't have to worry about me."
"Then you can't write something sweet?"
"Tragedy makes people know how to think about life, just like me. Every time I watch tragedy, although my tears burst, but after crying, I think in my heart, I must live a good life and cherish the people in front of me! "
Jiang Qingchi hummed, "Well, let's write more tragedies, I don't care about you."
After a few seconds of silence, he stared at her for a moment.
"So you know you cherish me well."
...
Love early and love late, it is better to love just right.
Mu Yanzhu's heart was particularly moved by this phrase that was too vulgar.
She and Jiang Qingchi met again after 17 years.
He used to be a cute and ignorant little milk bag.
Now he is a cute and domineering little wolf dog!
He longed to run freely in the fields.
Longing for the sea, longing for the sky, longing for freedom, longing for the broad road.
In the eyes of outsiders, he is unruly, unruly, and not easily tamed.
However, there is only one person who can tie his free soul, release his lonely factor, redeem his restless heart, and become his life, that is:
His only!
Mu Yanzhu sighed inwardly, "Are you hungry, I'll treat you to dinner."
"..." Jiang Qingchi bent one leg on the stool, bent over and hugged Mu Yanzhu.
He touched her soft hair, with low eyebrows, "Wait later, I want to hold you for a while."
Mu Yanzhu's heart became very soft... very waxy.
"Are we reconciled?"
"What do you mean?"
"You didn't connect seamlessly?"
"I will hold your grandpa's banana peel."
Mu Yanzhu: "..."
So this is considered reconciliation, right?
Inexplicably broke up, and inexplicably reconciled.
Eighty percent is because Jiang Qingchi has the initiative!
When I didn't know how it was related, how cold this guy was. Every time she took the initiative to chat with him, he would just ignore it, and then got in touch, and it was quite cold, so she coaxed her.
Xin said that she was four years older than him, and she let him.
Now the feng shui took turns. In the two days she went home, Jiang Qingchi sent her a message and called her, making it as if she hadn't been weaned. Mu Yanzhu was very moved because of the humble nature of being afraid of being abandoned.
She was quietly held by Jiang Qingchi, and heard him sigh in her ear, "Now you give me the investment money, I will double, double, and double back to you in the future."
"Your mouth is getting better and better."
"I didn't just say it! I'm starting to study hard now, just to have a good job in the future, do you think everyone has as much ink in their stomach and can write so many words like you?"
Mu Yanzhu smiled.
The EQ of this product is quite high, not only has it elevated her, it has not devalued herself.
But Jiang Qingchi was right.
He was most afraid of writing when he was young. Last time the teacher arranged to write a 3,000-word electronic essay. He held back no two lines for a day. Mu Yanzhu did it for him in half an hour.
Yannian said, Jiang Qingchi is up to his father.
So did his father, he worries as soon as he writes a paper! Two hundred words are good.
...
Three days later, Mu Yanzhu met Jiang Qingchi's "Xinhuan".
It is not uncommon to encounter beautiful women in the women's bathroom.
With a glance, Mu Yanzhu recognized this girl. It was the first day she broke up with Jiang Qingchi. She walked side by side with him and passed the girl beside her.
Thinking about it now, it's actually okay to walk side by side, and she didn't hold hands or hugs, but she could experience an unspeakable ambiguity.
It may be because the beauty sees Jiang Qingchi's eyes, there is light.
"Are you Jiang Qingchi's girlfriend?"
The beauty has already spoken.
Mu Yanzhu felt that she and her roommate Feng Ruting looked a bit like, both had melon seeds and long hair.
"Hello." Mu Yanzhu felt jealous when he met without a rival.
She is very calm.
The other party smiled brightly, "What's your name?"
"Mu Yanzhu."
"Your name is very nice, my name is An Xin, Xin is warm Xin."
An Xin.
Mu Yanzhu always felt that people with the surname An looked good, such as An Qing, An Ran, An Nuan, Quiet and so on.
The name is very literary, and the name is just like the person, it is like a glimpse.
An Xin wore a one-shoulder sweater with her white shoulders exposed. Mu Yanzhu looked at her shoulders, not to mention envy her collarbone, she was just thinking that she hadn't worn a skirt for a long time.
"What are you looking at?"
"...It's okay, sorry." Mu Yanzhu looked back in embarrassment.
"Haha, I'll just ask you what you are looking at, why are you sorry."
An Xin smiled.
"Mu Yanzhu, if you have time now, let's talk."
Mu Yanzhu did have plenty of time. She was very free these days, and then entered an empty classroom with An Xin.
An Xin Xiaozui fired the machine gun and kept talking about Jiang Qingchi with Mu Yanzhu.
She said that she and Jiang Qingchi are classmates in the same class, and that Jiang Qingchi is very smart. Because he is handsome, the teacher has a high rate of questioning in the class, but he is not good at learning, and he is not smart enough to learn from the seriousness. Last year he almost failed One door.
Mu Yanzhu listened quietly, without replying.
"I like Jiang Qingchi very much." An Xin finally went straight to the subject.