After Escaping Marriage [GL]

Ms. Song said, "Isn't it a coincidence that this isn't it?"

Cheng Yuanxi's legs were numb when he was slapped by his mother's palm. He took the phone in Song Qingrou's hand and read the two lines back and forth. He didn't know if he was happy or disappointed. are good friends."

Song Qingrou widened her eyes and said, "What kind of good friends? It's clearly written about girlfriends!"

Cheng Yuanxi first moved his legs away calmly, and said with a smile, "Mom, girlfriends are not necessarily girlfriends, they may just be female friends. The little girls in my company call each other wives, but it doesn't necessarily mean that."

Daughter-in-law flying to the mouth? Absolutely not!

Song Qingrou insisted: "It must be a girlfriend! You straight man!"

Cheng Yuanxi: "..."

Song Qingrou changed her words: "You crooked man! How can we understand what our women are thinking."

She and Cheng Yuanxi looked at each other with a calm expression.

Song Qingrou's expression was shaken.

What if it's really just female friends? Song Qingrou really doesn't understand the young people nowadays. Moreover, Cheng Zhanxi took great pains to escape from marriage last year, and in the end he bumped into his fiancée. What kind of ancient novel is this, is it that Yu Qingtang had planned to wait and see?

Hiss, when Song Qingrou thought about it this way, she suddenly felt that it was not good. What role does her daughter play? Goat into tiger's mouth? Although this tiger is very beautiful.

Cheng Yuanxi folded his right leg on his left and said, "Mom, why are you struggling so much? Just ask my sister if it's okay."

Song Qing Ju said: "Isn't she sleeping? The exhibition is tired, let her sleep more."

Cheng Yuanxi: "I didn't let you ask now, when she wakes up."

Song Qingrou couldn't wait, turned her head and clicked into Cheng Zhanxi's circle of friends.

Cheng Zhanxi's circle of friends is much richer, including works of art, daily life, and showing affection.

Song Qingrou and Cheng Zhanxi have more mutual friends. The names of the likes are arranged in several columns. Song Qingrou found Yu Qingtang from the dazzling names, but she hardly commented, and the few comments seemed very polite.

【nice】

【What kind of flower? 】

Song Qingrou had bright eyes and found an unusual line from it.

Yu Qingtang: [When will I go home]

Song Qingrou raised her hand, and Cheng Yuanxi stood up in time to save her leg: "Mom, do you want to drink water? I'll pour you a glass."

Song Qingrou waved her hand.

What water to drink, she just wants to know what the relationship between the two of them is now.

In order to get the answer as soon as possible, Song Qingrou didn't even sleep for a nap. It is estimated that Cheng Zhanxi woke up, and a transoceanic call was made.

Cheng Zhanxi from East 1st District had toothpaste foam in his mouth, and said, "Hello, Mom."

Song Qingrou: "Are you up?"

"I got up, I'm brushing my teeth." Cheng Zhanxi listened to the hum of the electric toothbrush for her.

Song Qingrou didn't ask directly, but foreshadowed a few words and said "unintentionally", "You went abroad for a month, didn't your girlfriend go with you?"

Cheng Zhanxi wiped his face, looked at himself in the mirror with white and red skin, and said with a smile, "I'm going to work."

"What occupation did you say she was last time? Teacher?"

"math teacher."

"What's your family background?" Song Qingrou's mother status made it quite natural for her to ask these topics.

"Well, it's very complicated. I'll tell you later when I have time. But it should be quite rich. Have I told you that she has a building in our community."

Song Qingrou's mind flashed, and she wrote down the word "community" on the paper on the coffee table.

Cheng Zhanxi said, "I live in her house."

Song Qing Ju said, "I have said it before."

After admiring his face, Cheng Zhanxi walked out of the bathroom and said, "Why did you ask this suddenly?"

"Don't you think you haven't brought your friends home for a long time to meet you?"

"How long is it? It's just over a month."

"Mom doesn't care, it's been a long time, and I haven't sent a photo for us to see."

Cheng Zhanxi paused slightly.

This……

It's not that she is stingy. She never posts pictures of Yu Qingtang in the circle of friends, not even the back view. After Jin Siyue went to see her last time, she was even more determined that Cheng Zhanxi would never publish pictures of Yu Qingtang in the circle of friends. She had to let it go. Yu Qingtang made a public appearance, but she could choose to let few people see her. As for the family, she really had no such idea.

Well, she is stingy.

Cheng Zhanxi slapped his eyes: "Didn't I want to give you a surprise? It would be nice to come and see the parents directly."

Song Qingrou: "Then when will you take her home?"

Cheng Zhanxi: "..."

Song Qingrou: "Photo."

Cheng Zhanxi: "...I'll send you a message later."

Ms. Song asked: "If you want to take a photo, Mom still wants to see you."

Cheng Zhanxi raised the corners of his lips: "Okay, I'll look for it later."

Song Qingrou: "What's her name?"

Song Qingrou adheres to the idea of ​​respecting her daughter's privacy, especially not to mess with emotional matters. Cheng Zhanxi didn't take the initiative to say it, and she didn't ask, besides... what if she didn't catch up and broke up soon after they were together, how embarrassing.

Cheng Zhanxi: "Yu Qingtang, Yu of Tulip, Qing of He Qing Haiyan, Tang of Haitang. Mom, what are you laughing at?"

Song Qingrou: "Did I laugh?"

Cheng Zhanxi wondered: "you laughed, and laughed out loud."

Song Qing said: "Oh, this name sounds like a beauty."

Cheng Zhanxi of course knew that her mother was a serious face control, so she smiled and said, "People are also really beautiful, hundreds of times more beautiful than photos."

Song Qingrou said, "I'm going to have lunch. Send me the photos on WeChat."

Hanging up the phone, Song Qingrou called her son over and said, "Did you say before that the community your sister lives in was developed by the Wei family?"

Cheng Yuanxi remembered, nodded and said, "Developed by Yusong, the famous mansion."

"That's right." Song Qingrou began to worry about another matter, "Are you saying your sister has been raped?"

Cheng Yuanxi: "?"

Song Qingrou analyzed: "Miss Yu Qingtang dignified, why did you go to a small place like Sicheng to be a math teacher, and just happened to be your sister's landlord and neighbor with her, did you know that your sister ran away from the marriage, but was angry, so I came to the trick Please go to the urn. After dumping her to achieve the purpose of revenge, wouldn't your sister be miserable?"

Cheng Yuanxi: "..."

Who told him that the relationship is born from the heart, that a beautiful appearance cannot have an ugly heart, and now he is coming to slap himself in the face. The only thing that pleased Cheng Yuanxi was that Song Qingrou did not ignore her daughter because of Yu Qingtang's beauty. As for Ms. Song's brain supplement, Cheng Yuanxi felt that it was impossible.

It's not that he believes that Yu Qingtang is a pure and harmless little white rabbit, but that he believes that Cheng Zhanxi's IQ and emotional intelligence, even if Yu Qingtang designs her first, Cheng Zhanxi can take the plan and hold the beauty back smoothly.

Step back 10,000 steps, his sister still has the backing of the Cheng family, and Miss Wei Qi dared to move her finger and try it.

But Cheng Yuanxi doesn't intend to pay attention to her mother's endless brain holes. The writer is imaginative and will constantly overthrow herself. What he says doesn't matter at all.

Sure enough, when she was eating, Ms. Song was absent-minded and kept improving her brain tonic in her mind.

"I still think Xiaotang is a good boy!" Song Qingrou raised her head from the soup bowl, her eyes shining brightly.

Cheng Yuanxi smiled slightly.

Just be happy.

After eating, Song Qingrou also received a group photo from Cheng Zhanxi. Cheng Zhanxi put his right hand on Yu Qingtang's shoulder and stroked her profile with his belly. Both of them looked at the camera and frowned.

Ms. Song was holding her mobile phone, and Cheng Yuanxi was wiping tears from the corners of her eyes.

"Your sister is too aggressive woo woo woo..."

Ms. Song smiled with tears in her eyes: "Mom's good daughter..."

***

Yu Qingtang didn't know that he caused an uproar at Cheng's house.

She only remembered a few days after returning to Sicheng that she wanted to block Cheng Zhanxi's mother. She was in a hurry and almost clicked to delete the contact by mistake. The next day, she remembered that the blocking was too obvious, and changed the circle of friends to be visible for three days.

Cheng Zhanxi sent a message and asked her for the first time: [Why is it suddenly visible for three days? 】

Fortunately, the two of them were separated by oceans, and Cheng Zhanxi couldn't see her panicked expression.

[Yu Qingtang]: When I saw this function, I tried it

[Cheng Zhanxi]: Open it up, I used to look through your circle of friends before going to bed

[Yu Qingtang]: Good

She sat desperately on the bed.

What about Cheng Zhanxi's mother? In the future, you can set permissions. Isn’t the previous one clear at a glance?

Yu Qingtang checked her circle of friends, and saw Cheng Zhanxi's intimate message to her, as well as the blatant "girlfriend"! If Cheng Zhanxi's mother saw this!

This doesn't work, that doesn't work either, Yu Qingtang thought about it, broke the jar, and decided to do nothing and keep it as it is.

Cheng Zhanxi's mother is in her fifties. Although she is well maintained, she looks like she is in her thirties, but after all, her age is there. What if she doesn't look at other people's Moments? Especially when the content you post is so boring. And she is the one who wants to break off the marriage with the Cheng family, so she can't pay so much attention to herself, and read the comments one by one.

Yu Qingtang comforted and persuaded herself.

But the message from Song Qingrou in the chat box made her feel that the psychological city wall she had built was crumbling.

[Song Qingrou]: Push the article "Several health tips that young people must know"

[Song Qingrou]: Xiaotang, are you keeping healthy? Do you usually drink wolfberry water?

Xiaotang dare not speak.

After dragging it into the evening, Yu Qingtang bite the bullet and reply: [It's okay, drink it, thank you auntie]

[Song Qingrou]: You're welcome, spring is coming to summer now, I'll send you some petal tea and herbal tea, give me the address?

Yu Qingtang sweated down.

[Yu Qingtang]: No auntie, I can buy it myself

[Song Qingrou]: Your mother and I are good friends who have known each other for many years. Are we meeting with your aunt?

Yu Qingtang wiped the sweat from her forehead and gave her the address of her home.

Cheng Zhanxi was not at home, and Yu Qingtang didn't have to worry about being seen by the courier. Ms. Song sent her things in a different way almost every day.

The lady on duty at the front desk on the first floor saw that Yu Qingtang came into the building with two express boxes, and smiled as usual: "Miss Yu has express delivery again."

Yu Qingtang looked natural: "Yes."

The lady at the front desk said enviously, "Did Miss Cheng send it?"

I'm on a business trip, and I keep sending gifts home, my fairy girlfriend.

Yu Qingtang smiled slightly, and said vaguely, "That's it."

From my girlfriend's mother.

The lady at the front desk smiled and watched her walk into the elevator. It took a while for her to react: Hmm? Yes, what is it?

Yu Qingtang opened the door of 2102 according to the password. Cheng Zhanxi changed the combination lock mainly for the convenience of Yu Qingtang, and she could not always bring the key. Yu Qingtang changed his shoes and entered the door, put the courier on the floor in the living room, squatted down and worked tirelessly to unpack the courier. This time Song Qingrou gave her a set of handmade purple sand teapots. Yu Qingtang didn't understand this, but Song Qingrou's shot was definitely worth a lot.

It's not worth giving away some food and drink before, it's not worth much, Yu Qingtang has no other idea except feeling embarrassed, but this really doesn't work.

[Yu Qingtang]: Auntie, I received your purple clay pot. It's too expensive, so I can't take it. It has been sent back by courier, sorry

[Song Qingrou]: It's okay, it's just a gift from someone else. I have enough for my family. I wonder if you can use it.

Song Qingrou sat on the head of the bed and looked at the message "The other party is typing" that appeared at the top of the screen.

She stared unblinkingly.

After returning from a business trip, Cheng Yi, who was wearing navy blue men's silk pajamas, glanced at her screen and said helplessly, "Don't scare people."

Song Qingrou smiled and dismissed him without raising her head, saying, "Oh, you don't understand."

"I don't understand." Cheng Yi climbed onto the bed, lifted the corner of the quilt and sat in, and said angrily, "I worked so hard to compress the schedule and come back early. How long have you been looking at me and your daughter-in-law today? , people are not yet in front of you, if you pass the door in the future..."

Cheng Yi lay down and turned his back to her.

Song Qingrou: "..."

As expected of the Cheng family, the daughter-in-law's vinegar can also be eaten.

Song Qingrou put her hand on her husband's shoulder and coaxed softly, "How can I keep looking at my phone, she has to go to self-study at night, and she can't bring her phone in the middle. I just chatted with her for a few minutes, if you don't like it, I will stop talking."

Cheng Yi still turned his back to her and said, "Don't, you talk about you, I'm going to sleep."

"I really don't want to talk anymore." Song Qingrou listened to him the sound of the phone's lock screen.

Cheng Yi's black head moved, but he didn't look back.

Song Qingrou hugged his thin waist from behind, pinching her husband's abdominal muscles in love. She is almost sixty, and she still insists on exercising every day. She has eight-pack abs and is full of energy. She is very good at that. Whose husband can compare to her?

Song Qingrou's mind began to liven up, and her hands became restless.

Cheng Yi held her wiggly hand and asked indifferently, "Is Xixi's girlfriend really that beautiful?"

Song Qingrou said, "Didn't I show you the photo?"

Cheng Yi: "I'm asking a real person, one hundred times better than the photo?"

"A thousand times." Song Qingrou said, "It's not like you haven't seen Yu Ci, she made a sensation in the capital with her beauty back then, didn't she? Those female stars were all overshadowed. Which man doesn't want to marry her back home? If I were a man I'm sure I'll chase after her."

Cheng Yi said in a low voice, "It's just normal. I don't think you are as beautiful as you, and I don't want to marry her."

After being married for many years, Song Qingrou has become accustomed to his love words. She touched her husband's face with a smile, and said, "Good, you are a lover in the eyes of Xi Shi."

Song Qingrou was talking endlessly about Yu Qingtang, a writer, with an astonishing vocabulary. Thirty years ago, she first saw Yu Ci like this. Thirty years later, her original intention has not changed, and beauty is the highest criterion.

Cheng Yi never said a word.

Song Qingrou finally realized that something was wrong with him and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Cheng Yi's voice was a little dull: "I chased after you for three years, is it because I'm not handsome enough?"

Song Qingrou laughed.

what?

"Of course not."

Cheng Yi is very handsome, with sharp eyebrows and star eyes, and extraordinary looks, otherwise he would not even have the qualifications to compete. Looking at the pair of children they gave birth to, they also know that genes are ancestral.

Cheng Yi said, "If I grow up to be like Wei Tingyu, would you agree to me soon?"

Song Qingrou's body froze on his back.

After a few seconds, Song Qingrou answered him with a smile: "How can it be, it won't."

Although Cheng Yi is very handsome, he is too handsome and has a righteousness. Song Qingrou appreciates the type that elders like the most, but he will not lose his mind. Wei Tingyu is different, the flower of Gao Ling is a beautiful young man when he is young, and the young and old are killed. Which woman will not fall when she sees it.

But is it interesting to struggle with such things? No, she didn't like Wei Tingyu in those days, so can't she look at her face?

Cheng Yi didn't speak for a long time.

Song Qingrou had a certain premonition in her heart, and her hand touched Cheng Yi's face precisely, and she felt the tears in her hands, warmly pouring out of her eyes.

Cheng Yi wiped his face indiscriminately, hugged the pillow and got out of bed, and said in a hoarse voice, "I'm going to sleep in the study room."

Song Qingrou: "..."

Cheng Yuanxi came up from the first floor and heard footsteps stopping in the corridor on the second floor. He looked up and saw Cheng Yi who came out of the bedroom with a pillow in his arms. His eyes were reddish, and he seemed to have cried.

Cheng Yuanxi: "..."

As soon as the study door closed, the phone in his trouser pocket vibrated several times.

Song Qingrou: Your dad! What a man! He also eats the old vinegar of more than 30 years!

Song Qingrou: He set a target to hit himself, and even cried when he hit it, he has nothing to do with Cheng Dayi!

Song Qingrou: Does he still have the face to cry? I haven't cried yet!

Song Qingrou: I just looked at my daughter-in-law, and we didn't talk for five minutes in total. When he came back like this, his inner drama was so rich that he had never seen such a difficult man!

Song Qingrou: He's your father, so you can't manage him?

Cheng Yuanxi: "..."

He really endured too much for this family.

But he stood still, looking at the closed bedroom door.

After about three minutes, Song Qingrou opened the door and rushed into the study angrily.

"Cheng Yi!"

The corner of Cheng Yuanxi's lips raised a smile, and he returned to the bedroom on the third floor unhurriedly, pushing the door in and sending a WeChat message to his sister.

[Cheng Yuanxi]: Dad cried again

[Cheng Yuanxi]: [Chat records of Cheng Yuanxi and Song Qingrou]

Of course, the chat record deleted the daughter-in-law's sentence.

Cheng Zhanxi finished his work and replied: [Hahahaha]

Parents quarrel, children eat melons.

The couple fell in love the next day, as if what happened last night had never happened.

Song Qingrou still sent express to Yu Qingtang, and sent the fruits in a vacuum-preserved way, and kept small snacks, enjoying the same treatment as Cheng Zhanxi.

Song Qingrou didn't do this casually, nor was she fascinated by beauty. Song Qingrou asked Cheng Zhanxi if she was sure she wanted to spend her life with Yu Qingtang, and she was determined. Cheng Zhanxi said yes, which was equivalent to stamping her daughter-in-law. She treats her daughter-in-law well, as she should.

As for why you didn't tell Cheng Zhanxi, does it even need to say why? What's the point of telling her? Song Qingrou thought so.

And Cheng Zhanxi didn't mention it, indicating that Yu Qingtang was also hiding from her. This daughter-in-law has a good heart with her, Song Qingrou is very happy.

2102 is full of things sent by Song Qingrou. As long as Cheng Zhanxi returns from Venice, he will find something unusual as soon as he steps into the house. Fortunately, the opposite is still Yu Qingtang's house. She put most of the things in 2101, leaving only a few teas and snacks that she often drinks, which looks like she bought it herself.

The summer heat is getting longer, and the sun hanging in the sky is getting hotter and hotter, baking the asphalt road, and the trees on both sides of the road are like soldiers standing guard.

The school uniforms of the students changed from spring to summer, and when the fans in the classroom were turning on, Cheng Zhanxi came back.

She and Yu Qingtang agreed to come back on the weekend, just so Yu Qingtang could pick up the plane. In fact, the ticket was bought the day before, just to surprise her.

On Friday morning, Cheng Zhanxi quietly returned to China by himself. He first sent his luggage back to 2102. As soon as he entered the door, he could smell the faint fragrance of flowers in the air. The flowers on the coffee table were very fresh. , the sun shines on the floor of the living room, and the light is bright.

Cheng Zhanxi opened the refrigerator and saw the neatly sorted ingredients inside, as well as the remaining rice wrapped in plastic wrap. The pots, pans and seasoning stations in the kitchen have traces of regular use.

Cheng Zhanxi curled the corners of his lips and smiled.

It seems that when she is not at home, Yu Qingtang lives well by herself.

Cheng Zhanxi pushed the suitcase into the bedroom, took a shower and changed clothes and went out.

The lady at the front desk on the first floor looked up, surprised: "Miss Cheng went out so soon?"

Cheng Zhanxi was in high spirits: "yes, go to Teacher Yu."

The lady at the front desk watched her go out of the building and saw her striding up from the glass door.

The lady at the front desk couldn't help but smile, and then felt full of bitterness.

Why can't she have sweet love?

Cheng Zhanxi returned to her heart like an arrow, and ran to the door of No. 1 Middle School without stopping. She raised her wrist and glanced at her watch. It happened to be the time when Yu Qingtang was in class 7. Cheng Zhanxi walked to the teaching building of Class 7, and walked up the stairs lightly while watching the time. Mingming and Yu Qingtang were separated by dozens of meters, for fear of being overheard by her.

Passing by the next class, the teacher of the next class just came out to breathe, and when she saw her, she smiled and wanted to say hello: "Cheng..."

Cheng Zhanxi raised his index finger: "Shh."

The teacher next door closed his mouth.

After that, he saw Cheng Zhanxi leaning on his waist, leaning against the wall of the seventh class at a height lower than the window, heaving a sigh of relief, and standing behind the wall at the door of the seventh class.

The teacher in the next class: "..."

Young people these days are really incapable of reading.

The electric fan blew cold air, and the students in short-sleeved school uniforms sat upright and looked straight ahead. On the podium, Yu Qingtang rested on the table with one hand and pinched the broken half piece of chalk with two fingers. He taught the teaching content in a slow voice.

No one noticed that there was another person outside the door.

Cheng Zhanxi listened to the sound coming from inside, lowered his eyes, listened intently, and couldn't help raising the corners of his lips.

For some unknown reason, Yu Qingtang's fluent thoughts suddenly got stuck, and glanced at the door with a feeling.

The students who listened intently followed and turned to look at the door.

The hallway was empty and quiet.

Yu Qingtang suppressed the strangeness in her heart and retracted her gaze.

The get out of class bell rings.

As usual, Yu Qingtang was surrounded by students on the podium. She sat and the others stood. Now the children are well nourished and tall, they can be described as iron buckets.

Yu Qingtang wiped the chalk dust off his fingers and looked down at the practice questions handed over by a classmate.

The classroom seemed to suddenly become noisy, like boiling water, and then quickly quieted down.

Yu Qingtang heard it, but didn't take it to heart, she was also blocked from seeing anything.

Cheng Zhanxi walked up to the podium step by step, and patted a **** the outermost shoulder. The girl turned her head, overjoyed, and opened her mouth to call someone.

When it was too late, Cheng Zhanxi raised his hand to cover her mouth.

The girl smiled and her eyes narrowed.

The other students on the podium saw Cheng Zhanxi one after another, tacitly didn't say a word, and stepped back lightly to get out of the way.

Seeing that Yu Qingtang lowered his head and read the question without realizing it, the students watching the play under the podium were covering their mouths and snickering.

Unconsciously, there were only two guardians left and right beside Yu Qingtang. Yu Qingtang looked up and saw that the students under the stage were all laughing.

Tong Feifei, who was sitting back in her seat, turned her eyes to her right.

The same goes for other students.

Yu Qingtang frowned slightly, turning her head to the left in doubt.

The last guardian left smiled and stepped aside, the woman stood tall, and a face that fascinated her appeared in front of her eyes.

Yu Qingtang was stunned for a few seconds, raised her hand to rub her eyes, Cheng Zhanxi intercepted her hand in time, and said with a smile, "It's true."

Yu Qingtang suddenly stood up, and the stool behind him was brought to the ground.

Cheng Zhanxi opened her arms, and was rushed back two or three steps by Yu Qingtang's thrust into her arms before she stood firm, the corners of her lips smiled dotingly, she touched Yu Qingtang's head buried in her neck, and said softly, "Okay. ,I am back."

The students covered their mouths and looked at each other with excitement in their eyes.

I didn't expect Teacher Yu to be such a Teacher Yu!

Well, but it's not surprising that Teacher Cheng is such a Teacher Cheng.

Teacher Cheng is finally back!

Don't forget to feed them a mouthful of fresh dog food, familiar formula and familiar taste.

The students burst into a burst of enthusiastic cheers, which attracted the students from the next class in the corridor to look into the door of Class 7, and the students who had just stepped out of the podium blocked their sight.

The classmate next door asked curiously, "What is your class doing?"

The seventh class at the door said, "Have you seen the Cowherd and Weaver Girl Magpie Bridge meeting?"

The classmate next door: "???"

He had never seen this scene.

As soon as the words fell, the seventh class slammed the classroom door and closed the curtains.

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