Mr. Zhou’s Little Cutie

Meng Yutang went to city A to participate in a math competition.

Zhou Beicheng leaned against the car door, waiting for her outside with a bouquet of red roses.

This weekend, it was bustling outside with many pedestrians, standing there was a sight, and everyone couldn't help but look sideways.

But because of her temperament, no one dared to strike up a conversation even if she was eager to try.

Meng Yutang saw him when he walked out first with one hand in his pocket.

As always, she finished the test papers first, and this time she handed in the papers directly, but the teacher refused to let him go, so she threatened the teacher: "I have anxiety and will beat people."

It has also been explained before that the child who is number one in Fengcheng may hand in the test early, but they don't want to break the rules.

But Meng Yutang said so, who would dare to keep her here, other candidates still have to take exams, she should stop beating people.

What's more, she really has a criminal record of beating people. These teachers have read her papers before, and they were all amazed, so they asked the people in Fengcheng to inquire about it.

Good guy didn't inquire, but fortunately, he was shocked when he inquired.

...

Zhou Beicheng raised his eyes to see the time when he saw her coming out.

forty minutes.

He couldn't help but smiled and walked towards her.

Meng Yutang quickly took two steps and threw himself into his arms.

The little girl has taken the initiative a lot recently.

Zhou Beicheng put his arms around her waist.

"It's the first time I send flowers, and I don't know if my fiancee likes it or not."

Meng Yutang put his arms around his neck, the ring on his ring finger was shining brightly in the sun.

She turned her eyes to look at the bright red rose, then turned to look at him and smiled.

"I like it, but..."

She stared at his lips, tiptoed slightly, raised her chin and kissed him.

"I like this flower more."

Zhou Beicheng looked down at her and laughed dumbfoundedly.

"I am a flower?"

Meng Yutang nodded.

"What flower?"

"My flower is the only one in the whole world."

Zhou Beicheng's heart suddenly softened.

The little girl's flirtatiousness is really overwhelming.

Zhou Beicheng held her hand: "Let's go, go home."

Sitting in the car, hugging the flowers, Meng Yutang couldn't help but smile.

Zhou Beicheng glanced at her, his eyes were full of tenderness and doting.

...

It's already winter, and it's even colder at night.

It was already night when the two returned.

He went straight back to Meng's house.

Today is Meng Fu's birthday.

Meng Yutang came in with a bouquet of flowers.

It's not red roses, but carnations. She doesn't know much about flowers, but the clerk introduced them to her mother.

Meng Fu happily took it.

Let two people come in quickly.

Zhou Beicheng raised his hand to help her take off and hang up her coat, and bent over to put her changed shoes into the shoe cabinet.

Yi Minglian looked up and saw it, turned around and went in with Meng Fu silently without saying anything.

The room was bustling with activity. Xiaoyu had learned nursery rhymes and pulled Meng Yutang to listen to her singing.

The child's milk voice is soft when singing.

Sitting next to her, Zhou Beicheng raised his hand to peel an orange for her, broke it and put it near her mouth, she opened her mouth and put it in her mouth without even looking at it.

Zhou Beicheng didn't take his hand back, he spread his palm slightly and put it under her chin as if he was waiting for something.

Meng Yutang turned his eyes to look at him, hesitated for a while, and then spat out the seeds in his hands helplessly.

Zhou Beicheng was quite satisfied, so he withdrew his hand.

Yi Jingnan watched for a while, vaguely remembering that Lu Zhiqiu said that Zhou Beicheng actually had a serious cleanliness obsession.

After a long time, he turned his eyes away and bent his lips silently.