80s: Little Sweet Wife

Wu Mei was lying on Yan Mingshun's generous back, his face was like a burning cloud, and he whispered, "Brother Mingshun, shall I come down and go by myself?"

"No need!" Yan Mingshun said lightly, Wu Mei didn't dare to make a sound, and lay on his stomach honestly.

Yan Mingshun didn't know why he suddenly softened his heart. It was definitely because of the **** basketball, because the basketball was originally intended to be passed on to him. Speaking of which, Wu Mei was still implicated by him.

Anyway, it will never be because he has a heart of compassion for the little girl who walks crookedly!

Along the way, Yan Mingshun didn't say a word, Wu Mei didn't dare to say a word, she didn't even dare to breathe a little bit harder, her head was actually a little dizzy, she couldn't help leaning her head on Yan Mingshun's back, fainted. Deeply.

He Biyun was in a hurry to wash and cut vegetables, the oil in the pot was smoking white, but her vegetables were not ready, so He Biyun had to cut them casually, poured the vegetables into the pot, and the hot oil splashed on her hands , and several bubbles started in just a while.

"Where did the dead girl die? Yueyue, where did your sister go?"

He Biyun gasped from the pain, and shouted into the back room. In the past, Wumei did all the work of washing and cutting vegetables. She only needed to stir-fry it. It was very easy. Now that Wumei is not there, she can only do it by herself.

"I don't know. I told Meimei in the morning that she should wait for me to go home after school, but she didn't wait for me. I heard from Meimei that she left as soon as school was over."

Wu Yue made another complaint without a trace, and He Biyun was so angry that her eyebrows stood on end, her face was ashen, and the dead girl would look good when she came back.

"Mom, shall I cut the vegetables for you?"

Wu Yue put down her pen and walked over, He Biyun smiled lovingly, and waved her hands repeatedly to let her go back: "No, no, you need to study, Mom will be fine in a while, go away, be careful of the oil bursting."

"Then mom, just call me if you have anything!"

He Biyun was extremely relieved, the kindness in his eyes was about to overflow. Whose daughter was as good as hers? Yueyue looks good, her grades are among the best, she is sensible and filial, and she can't pick one out of 100 million people.

Wu Yue turned around and smiled smugly, knowing that her mother would never let her work, it was just a casual question.

Wu Zhengsi came back with a stack of lesson plans, some white ash and a few red ink stains on his fingertips, which happened to meet Yan Mingshun.

"Teacher Wu." Yan Mingshun called out.

"What's wrong with Meimei? Why did you carry her on your back?" Wu Zhengsi frowned, feeling very dissatisfied.

Wu Mei was about to fall asleep, and when she heard Wu Zhengsi's voice, she couldn't help shivering, she immediately woke up, raised her head and called, "Dad."

Yan Mingshun felt Wu Mei's trembling just now, which obviously frightened Wu Zhengsi. It can be seen that his head teacher is at home, not like the spring breeze at school.

He briefly explained what Wu Mei had just experienced, "I guessed that Mei Mei might have a slight concussion, so I came back with her on her back."

Wu Mei struggled to get down, "Brother Ming Shun, I'm much better now, thank you."

Wu Zhengsi gave Yan Mingshun a gentle smile: "Thank you Mingshun, let's stay for dinner!"

"Thank you Mr. Wu, my grandma's rice has already been cooked, I'll go home first."

Yan Mingshun said goodbye to Wu Zhengsi, looked at Wu Mei again, Wu Mei smiled timidly at him, his wet hair was clinging to his scalp, and a piece of green pepper was lying on top of his head, looking both pitiful and funny. , he couldn't help laughing, reached out and took away the green pepper, turned and left.