Siheyuan: I, Meng De, am not a Cao thief

Chapter 53

When the sky was just dawn, Meng De woke up, saw Lou Xiao'e snuggled up in his arms like a kitten, and gave her a good morning kiss.

Lou Xiao'e opened her eyes drowsily and saw Meng De still beside her, hugging him tightly and smiling happily.

But her hands were dishonest. After Meng De felt it, he asked with a smile, "Do you want to start your morning exercises?"

The little cat who just tasted the fishy food nodded seriously.

Meng De is naturally willing to take her for morning exercises.

The strenuous morning exercise left the two of them covered in sweat.

Although it was uncomfortable, Meng De didn't have time to wash. He was going to work, so he reluctantly said goodbye to Lou Xiao'e.

As soon as he opened the window, Meng De felt a gust of cool wind. He sneezed directly, but he didn't care and jumped down.

Walking on the road, I found that the weather is really getting colder, and it will be autumn soon.

In order to keep his body warm, Meng De ran to work, and sneezed four or five times on the way to the factory.

"Brother, don't you have a cold?" Zhang Liang asked when Meng De sneezed.

"Nonsense, brother's body is so strong, how could he catch a cold." Meng De said stubbornly.

He sneezed a few more times while on patrol with his brothers, making him realize that he might actually have a cold.

After morning exercise, it is when you are weak, and when the cool wind blows, you are likely to catch a cold.

"Brother, don't be brave. I think you just have a cold. After get off work, you come home with me and ask my mother to cook a bowl of pear soup. It will have miraculous effects against colds and ensure your recovery."

Zhang Liang couldn't bear to see Meng De sneeze from time to time. After work, he didn't allow Meng De to refuse, so he took him home.

It's a pity that today Zhang Liang's parents have gone out to work and are not at home.

However, Zhang Ying has long learned her mother's craft.

Zhang Liang knew that there was an unclear relationship between his sister and Meng De.

He really didn't want to see his sister shed tears for Meng De again, but now Meng De had a cold again, which made him very entangled.

At first, what Zhang Liang wanted to do was to let his mother stew a pear, let Meng De eat it, and then leave quickly, so that he would have no communication with his sister.

"Sister, please make pear soup for my brother. He has a cold." After some struggle, Zhang Liang let his sister make it.

Zhang Ying took a look at Meng De and found that he really had a cold, so she agreed.

She didn't want to have anything to do with Meng De either. As ordinary friends, there was no need to deliberately avoid it.

Meng De sat in the room, waiting in embarrassment.

Not long after, Zhang Ying finished pear soup and brought it to Meng De.

"thank you."

Meng De smelled the unique fragrance and looked at the crystal clear pear soup, and he started without ceremony.

The pears are soft and sweet, and the soup is delicious.

A bowl of pear soup was quickly finished by him.

"Brother, after you finished drinking, do you feel warm all over, or else I'll bring another copy tomorrow morning." Zhang Liang said.

"It's okay, this is the scarf I bought this morning, I thought it was blue in a daze, but after I put it on, I was reminded by the road that it was purple, which is not suitable for me.

After I leave, you will give it to your sister for me, and it will be the hard work of stewing pears. "

Meng De's backpack is carried with him, it is convenient for him to take things out of the space.

"Brother, you were confused this morning. You thought purple was blue, hahaha." Zhang Liang laughed without thinking deeply.

After Meng De left, Zhang Liang brought the scarf to Zhang Ying and told about Meng De's confusion.

"Sister, please put it on and take a look. I think it suits you very well."

Zhang Ying is not as simple-minded as Zhang Liang.

There was a big difference between purple and blue. If that didn't help, he could just ask the salesperson what color it was. How could he not be able to tell the difference?

Moreover, the scarf is as new as it was worn by a man, so it is possible that it was specially bought for myself.

After Zhang Ying put on the scarf, she found that it really suited her. She looked more beautiful and a little more gentle.

Her mind was completely confused, and she couldn't figure out what Meng De meant, but she couldn't accept two women serving one husband.

When Mengde returned to the courtyard, he found that the lights in Shazhu's room were still on, and two figures could still be vaguely seen on the window, embracing each other.

"Daughter-in-law, it's late at night." Sha Zhu hinted with a smile.

"No, I'm still in pain and I don't want to exercise, so let me rest for another day, okay?" Wang Xiuli said coquettishly against the silly pillar.

"Okay, then have a good rest tonight, and we'll talk about it tomorrow." Silly Zhu secretly rejoiced, it seemed that he was really good, and his daughter-in-law didn't recover for two days.

In fact, Shazhu gave Wang Xiuli a very ordinary feeling these few times, not as brave as when he was drunk.

But she has just been ringed now and is not suitable for exercise.

When she is healthy, Wang Xiuli will still try her best to serve Sha Zhu, and she will serve him even more attentively.

Apart from not giving him a child, he can satisfy Sha Zhu in other aspects.

For her biological son, Wang Xiuli had no choice but to let her son live in Shazhu until he died.

Meng De looked at the figures hugging each other on the window, and separated within a minute. He couldn't help but think, silly Zhu is too fast, and he confessed in a minute.

Just as he was returning to the room with a smile, he was stopped by Qin Huairu.

"If you think about it, you can come to me. How did you learn to lean on the window?" Qin Huairu said softly.

Meng De quickly opened the door and pulled Qin Huairu into the room, fearing that someone would see him.

"Oh, don't be so impatient, first tell me what you did last night?" Qin Huairu paid attention to when Meng De came back every day.

Seeing Qin Huairu's angry look, Meng De thought, "Damn it!"

"Ahhh."

"Why are you sneezing? Do you have a cold?" Qin Huairu asked concerned.

"It's okay, I... ah... sneeze." Meng De sneezed several times in a row.

"Let me make some ginger soup for you, and you should lie on the bed."

Qin Huairu put Meng De on the bed very distressed, and didn't bother to ask him what he did last night.

Watching Qin Huairu bring a bowl of warm ginger soup, Meng De felt warm in his heart, and said a few words of love.

"Hurry up and drink the soup, and then take a good rest. I'll go back first."

Qin Huairu wants to leave, but Meng De is not willing to let her go.

"When you're better, we'll fight for three hundred rounds, that's fine, now you have to go to sleep obediently."

"Okay, this scarf is for you. The big red scarf is very suitable for you. I have a surprise for you in a few days."

Meng De intends to find a good time to give Qin Huairu the sewing machine.

"It's so kind of you. You even have a cold, but you still want to give me a scarf. I don't want any surprises, as long as you are well." Qin Huairu hugged Mengde happily and said.

"I want to report to you in advance. After a while, I will go abroad with the leader for more than a month." Meng De said.

"Ah, this is a big deal, you are not in good health yet." Qin Huairu was even more reluctant.

"With your ginger soup, I'll be fine in two days. You have to take good care of yourself when I'm not around."

"I'll take good care of you when you recover." Qin Huairu winked.

Mengde's heart trembled, if he hadn't caught a cold, he would have taught Qin Huairu, a vixen, a lesson.

Her smile is so captivating.

(End of this chapter)