69novels Chapter 18 Chapter 18
Chapter 18 Chapter 18
Ning Qingwan dreamed about her 18th birthday again.
It was raining outside, and the flowers and plants planted by Ms. Fan in the courtyard were tottered by the rain in the wind. Ning Qingwan braved the wind and rain and moved them to the porch.
The sound of conversations in the room penetrated the walls and was blown into the ears by the wind.
"I know her birthday, but I just can't forget that in order to give birth to her, I almost died on the operating table!" The choked voice paused for a moment, "You also had a car accident that day."
"But that's not Wanwan's fault."
"That was my fault. I regret it every day. I should have killed her in the first place. Maybe there will be no such things."
Ning Qingwan stood in the rain, the wind was very strong, it didn't matter whether she had an umbrella or not, the rain was blowing on her face and it was bitingly cold.
She couldn't remember how she walked back into the house, Ning Jingjue was smoking on the balcony, "Did you hear that?"
"There is no mother who doesn't love her child, mother just can't get over that hurdle." Ning Jingjue has comforted her like this since she was a child.
At first she believed and expected it, but as she grew older, she gradually realized that Ms. Fan would never be able to overcome that hurdle.
Ning Qingwan took out a cigarette from the cigarette case on the table, lit it, and smoked like Ning Jingjue.
After taking a sip, he was choked and coughed a few times.
Ning Jingjue said with a smile: "Smoke is not a good thing."
Ning Qingwan didn't take it seriously, she had a strong learning ability, and soon her smoking posture was more familiar than Ning Jingjue's old chimney, and the suppressed feeling was released with the smoke rings she exhaled.
"Is there anything more relaxing than smoking?"
Then a face emerged from the smog, with eyebrows and eyes somewhat resembling her, younger, more youthful and sweeter than her.
The smoke cleared, Meng Xia's face was flushed, and she stared at her with surprise and anticipation.
Ning Qingwan saw herself in those sparkling eyes.
"The phone password is your birthday."
"I remember what my sister likes and what I hate."
Such a sweet soft emphasis.
The look in the little girl's eyes when she looked at her seemed to be filled with only her.
Let her really feel that she is needed.
Moving her eyes down to the pink lips, the soft touch was immediately recalled, and she applied it without thinking much.
Like the best dessert ever.
The girl's body was made of water.
Hooked her and wanted to indulge in it.
"Sister, I, I won't."
"Don't be afraid, my sister will teach you."
The little girl looked at her with tears in her eyes, and snorted softly like a cat, "It hurts~"
She slowed down a bit.
"Are you comfortable?"
"comfortable......"
"Then do you like my sister?"
"like......"
"Which one do you like?"
The little girl looked serious: "It's the fans' love for idols."
Ning Qingwan was angry, and felt more uncomfortable than before because of the pent-up air in her heart. When she exhaled the pent-up air, she suddenly opened her eyes and looked around. She was the only one on the big bed.
She twirled her fingers, the dream was too real...
After getting a cigarette from the bedside table, Ning Qingwan got up and got out of bed. Ning Qingwan stepped on her slippers and walked to the French window. It was raining outside, and the rainwater hit the window, winding and slipping out water stains.
After looking indifferently for a while, Ning Qingwan walked towards the third-floor rooftop with a cigarette in her mouth. After stepping on two steps, she heard her phone ringing.
She glanced at the phone screen and raised her eyebrows slightly.
......
The phone vibrated repeatedly, and Meng Xia took it out to take a look. Father Meng's call, she vaguely knew the reason why Father Meng called her, and she was frightened but didn't want to answer it.
If someone blocked him, it would be over, but it happened to be the father who was connected by blood. Meng Xia took a breath and answered the phone.
"Where are you?"
Meng Xia was stunned for a moment, and asked where she was, could it be that Ji Tong contacted Meng Yuanxiu because he missed her at the school gate?
"I, I'm at my classmate's house."
"Which classmate? Boys and girls?"
"You don't know, girl."
"What kind of messed-up people do you know?" Meng Yuanxiu paused, then lashed out at him again, "Don't go home during the holidays, don't stay at school, just go to other people's houses? I've taught you for nothing all these years!"
Meng Xia frowned. Whenever she saw Meng Yuanxiu's education to the heroine while reading, she always felt suffocated.
In reality, her father was also this kind of person.
They have to report where they go, what they do, and what friends they make, what they will do in the future, what type of partner they want to find, and their life plans are clearly arranged. They only think what they think is good and right, and they never take into account whether others are willing or not. accept.
"Did you block Mr. Ji?"
After talking a lot and finally getting to the point, Meng Xia pursed her lips and remained silent, slandering Ji Tong in her heart for being disgusting and narrow-minded.
"Mr. Ji wants to make friends with you, but you blocked him without saying a word. After studying for so many years, you haven't even learned the most basic manners!"
"I don't like him, I don't want to be friends with him, why do you insist on me getting in touch with him?" Meng Xia felt his head ache even more and his heart was blocked when he heard Meng Yuanxiu's words.
"How do you know if you like it or not if you haven't had much contact with him? Dad can tell that Mr. Ji is interested in you."
"I'm not interested in him..."
Meng Yuanxiu sighed, and softened his tone, "Mr. Ji has helped Dad a lot, so you should take it as a face for Dad. Feelings are things that need to be cultivated slowly. If it is not interesting now, it does not mean that it will not be there in the future."
In the original text, in order to thank Ji Tong for his small favors in business, Meng Yuanxiu deliberately matched the heroine with Ji Tong. It was a mess, so they used means to directly destroy the Meng family.
Meng Xia bit her lip and sneered in a trembling voice: "Are you going to sell your daughter to make profits for the company? Are you not afraid of losing your wife and losing your army?"
When she said this, Meng Yuanxiu immediately became angry: "What are you talking about! Mr. Ji is talented, educated, good-looking and good-looking, and everyone in the world is good-looking. You are a high-ranking match with him!"
Meng Xia endured it, and suppressed the urge to tell Meng Yuanxiu the whole plot. With Meng Yuan's character, even if he told him, he wouldn't listen or believe it.
"I can't afford to be too high. If you think he is good, you can be with him by yourself!" With the strength of Jiu Jin, she also had the guts to challenge Meng Yuanxiu.
After she finished speaking, she hung up the phone with trembling hands, Meng Yuanxiu made two more calls, but Meng Xia didn't answer and never called again.
When the car drove to the gate of Yuefeng, the driver glanced at her through the rearview mirror, "Little girl, we're here."
Meng Xia got out of the car, walked two steps like stepping on a ball of cotton on the soles of his feet, drifting so far that he couldn't find his way, so he simply squatted on the side of the road to slow down for a while.
Patting his hot cheeks, he turned on his phone and saw Meng Yuanxiu's WeChat message - [Go back to school early] and recommended Ji Tong's friends.
Meng Xia looked at it with a frown, her nose was sore, and her heart was full of mixed emotions. Her father in her previous life was also very strict but never persecuted her like this.
She gritted her teeth and pulled Meng Yuanxiu into the blacklist. After turning off the phone, she raised her hand to cover her face, and there was a grievous whimper like a small animal between her fingers.
The wind blew the leaves rustling, and the bean-sized raindrops fell from the sky without warning.
Meng Xia looked up at the gate of the community in front of him.
She took a taxi here in a daze, and she didn't even think about whether Ning Qingwan was at home.
Meng Xia sucked her sore nose, wiped the rain and tears off her face indiscriminately, hesitated for a while, and still couldn't help picking up her phone to call Ning Qingwan.
The phone only rang twice before it was connected.
"Hey?"
The familiar voice made Meng Xia feel at ease for no reason, but she opened her mouth but didn't know what to say.
Ning Qingwan didn't urge her either. After a moment of silence, Meng Xia whispered, "Sister..."
On the other end of the phone, Ning Qingwan frowned slightly when she heard Meng Xia's voice, "Why are you crying?"
Originally, she had stopped crying, but after she asked this question, the tip of her nose turned sore, as if the floodgate had been opened again, and she wanted to cry uncontrollably.
Meng Xia held back her tears, and firmly denied: "I didn't cry."
The nasal voice became thicker, and Ning Qingwan heard her voice that had been waxy for several minutes, and asked directly: "Where are you?"
Meng Xia froze for a moment, realizing that it was a particularly abrupt thing for him to come to find her, he faltered and couldn't speak.
"Ok?"
"At... the gate of my sister's community."
Whenever Ning Qingwan uttered single-syllable characters, it was always more attractive than her uttering a whole sentence, and Meng Xia couldn't help but be honest with her.
Ning Qingwan went downstairs and glanced at the rain outside the window, her brows furrowed even tighter, "Wait for me."
Meng Xia sniffed and said "Mmm" obediently.
After hanging up the phone, Meng Xia lowered her head and poked the flowers on the sandals with her fingers. After a while, there was an extra umbrella on her head, and she looked up and saw Ning Qingwan.
"Sister~"
Meng Xia smiled, her eyes were still red, her hair was wet from the rain and stuck to her face, her cheeks were flushed and wet, it was not known whether it was rain or tears.
"Fool, why didn't you go in and find me when it was raining outside?"
Ning Qingwan pursed her lips tightly, looking uneasy. When she came, she saw Meng Xia nestled on the side of the road, like an abandoned kitten, which made her look very uncomfortable.
"I'm afraid my sister isn't at home." Meng Xia pursed her mouth and talked about going to the bar, but didn't mention anything about calling Meng Yuanxiu.
"Quite capable, how much wine did you drink?"
Meng Xia stretched out a finger.
"A glass?" Ning Qingwan frowned, staring at Meng Xia's flushed face, a glass of wine was on top of her head, and she hadn't drunk it for so long.
"One bottle." Meng Xia whispered guiltily.
Seeing Ning Qingwan's serious face, she boldly pulled Laning Qingwan's hand hanging by her side, and said coquettishly, "Sister, I was wrong."
A warm hand held her, shaking it once and for all, causing ripples in her heart, Ning Qingwan took advantage of the situation and held that hand.
Meng Xia could feel the texture and coolness of her palms when she clasped her hands, while Ning Qingwan's hands always seemed to be cold.
"Get up and go home."
Home?Meng Xia was in a trance for a moment, then stood up holding Ning Qingwan's hand, and immediately frowned, "Legs are numb."
Ning Qingwan handed her the umbrella, and squatted down with her back facing her, "Come up."
After hesitating for a moment, Meng Xia climbed onto Ning Qingwan's back with a blushing face.
She was wearing shorts today, and when Ning Qingwan carried her on her back, her cool hand slid across her thighs, and she couldn't help shivering.
Ning Qingwan noticed that the person on her back trembled, and asked, "What's wrong?"
Meng Xia bit her lip and explained: "It's cold."
"Then hold tight." Ning stood up straight and turned her upside down, "Hold the umbrella."
Meng Xia pursed her lips but couldn't hold back the upward curve of her mouth. She wrapped one hand around Ning Qingwan's neck and moved the umbrella forward with the other hand.
The hands were soft to the touch, and the little girl on her back was tightly attached to her. Ning Qingwan thought that it would be fine if she carried the little girl on her back for the rest of her life.
Then, the little girl on her back buried her head and rubbed against her neck, whispering softly and softly.
"Sister, you are so kind."
The soft lips brushed against the earlobe vaguely, and the soft touch on the back became clear.
Ning Qingwan froze for a moment, then suddenly remembered that charming dream, she closed her eyes, and walked forward with Meng Xia on her back without changing her expression.
At the door, Ning Qingwan put Meng Xia down, opened the door, and pulled her into the room. Meng Xia kept her head down until she changed her shoes, looking cute.
Meng Xia's drinking has always been slow to come on and go slowly. After arguing with Meng Yuanxiu, she only felt dizzy. When she was carried by Ning Qingwan, the pleasant fragrance lingered around her.
More intoxicating than wine.
Ning Qingwan touched her rain-wet hair, "Take a hot bath, I'll catch a cold."
Meng Xia raised her eyes and glanced at Ning Qingwan, smiled, her eyebrows curved, "Sister, you are so pretty."
Before the words fell, the man had already thrown himself into his arms, hugged him tightly, tilted his head and sniffed Ning Qingwan's neck, "Sister, you smell so good."
It smells like mint and cream, elegant and delicate with a touch of sweetness.
The tip of her nose rubbed against the delicate and moist skin, Ning Qingwan subconsciously wanted to hide, she turned her head, and her neck was completely displayed in front of Meng Xia's eyes.
Meng Xia swallowed her saliva staring at the milky white skin, which looked like a cream cake, her head was in a mess, but her heartbeat became more and more clear.
It was like someone was beating a drum in her heart, again and again, encouraging her.
Meng Xia leaned over and licked it lightly.
Ning Qingwan took a deep breath.