The bamboo shadow is slanting in the sun, and the evening breeze is gentle.

On a bamboo rocking chair lies a young woman in a light green gauze skirt, beautiful and dreamy, and the indescribable years are quiet.

Meng Zihui looked at Han Qingqing, who was lying quietly in the rocking chair, his eyes were indescribably soft.

The gentle pampering of his life was given to this woman, but even if they were husband and wife, he still couldn't keep her heart.

Ah Mao was the first to notice Meng Zihui's arrival, and shouted at Meng Zihui who was walking in the distance.

"Wow!"

"Wow!"

"Wow!"

"Mao, shut up!"

was disturbed by Ah Mao's dream, Han Qingqing's beautiful eyebrows wrinkled uncomfortably, and he impatiently reprimanded Ah Mao.

But Ah Mao still kept screaming.

Ah Mao is a small yellow poodle, his hair is groomed and soft and well-behaved, and he is usually extremely gentle, his bark is soft, and he rarely roars like this.

"What do you see again?"

Han Qingqing impatiently took off the tulle that was blocking his face, and when he turned his head, he saw Meng Zihui walking in his direction.

"It's you!"

No wonder Ah Mao screamed so loudly.

Han Qingqing frowned even more impatiently, she bent down and patted Ah Mao's head, and reprimanded in a low voice: "Okay, don't scream." ”

Putting Ah Mao on his lap, Han Qingqing asked casually while soothing Shun Mao, "What are you looking for me?" ”

Although they live in the same courtyard, they rarely interact with each other, and Meng Zihui knows that she doesn't like him, so he usually doesn't take the initiative to come to her.

I came to her today, there must be something.

Meng Zihui looked at Ah Mao, who was still grinning at him even on Han Qingqing's legs, his eyes flashed with a faint and unknown light, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Ah Mao is obedient to everyone, but he does not pretend to him.

Every time he approached Qingqing, Ah Mao ran faster than anyone else, rushed between the two of them at the first time, and yelled at him.

Sure enough, not everything can be raised.

"I'm talking to you, what are you staring at Mao?"

It's this gloomy gaze that is so annoying.

Han Qingqing picked up Ah Mao, turned around and left.

"Qingqing."

Han Qingqing shook off Meng Zihui's hand and said unceremoniously, "If you have something to say, don't touch me."

"Qingqing, do we have to do this?"

Every time we meet, it's like an enemy, and it's clear that they should be the closest relationship.

Han Qingqing scoffed at Meng Zihui's words, she was not interested in this kind of question at all.

Therefore, before Meng Zihui could say something that was even more annoying, Han Qingqing had already turned around and left quickly.

Meng Zihui saw that she was still doing her own thing, and the hand that she had thrown away just now was tightly clasped at his side, and he was really afraid that he would not be able to control it.

"Have you ever been to my study?"

The only person who can enter and leave his study without his permission is Meng Shan, but Meng Shan hates reading the most and basically won't touch his books, not to mention that now Meng Shan's eyes are injured, and it is even more impossible to enter his study if he can't see anything.

Therefore, during this time, the only person who can enter and exit the study at will is Han Qingqing.

Han Qingqing, who was about to step out of the bamboo forest, paused, she turned her head to look at Meng Zihui behind her, and sneered: "Why, now I even have to get your consent to read a book of yours?" ”

Meng Zihui frowned and explained, "That's not what I meant? ”

"I think that's what you mean, yes, I went to the study and got a few books.

Why, are you going to tell me now that I can't enter your study in the future? ”

"Of course you can, just ......"

"Just what?"

"You...... Have you read those books? Meng Zihui stared at her with unpredictable eyes and asked.

Han Qingqing raised her eyebrows and looked back at him, seeing Meng Zihui's expression so solemn, she sneered: "What if you see it, what if you don't see it?" ”

She deliberately stretched her tone very long, and seeing that the corners of Meng Zihui's forbearant forehead were sweating, Han Qingqing smiled indifferently: "I didn't see it." ”

Hearing her say that she didn't look at it, Meng Zihui let out a long sigh of relief.

Then he sighed helplessly: "You don't like to read the few books you take, I asked Meng Gang to help you collect a few interesting books, how about you read them?" ”

"Cut!

Not so good? ”

Han Qingqing snorted casually and was about to turn around and leave.

Meng Zihui called her solemnly again, "Qingqing? ”

This matter can't be joked around, he can spoil her without a bottom line, but this thing can't.

Han Qingqing turned his head a little angrily, glared at him angrily, and said fiercely: "Meng Zihui, are you like this for a few books?" ”

"It's not a matter of a few books, if you like it, I'll find you something else."

"Hmph, aren't they just a few broken books, who are rare.

Little peach, little peach. ”

Seeing Han Qingqing shouting outside, Xiao Tao hurriedly ran out, "Miss." ”

"What about the book you picked up in the study yesterday?"

"On the table." Xiao Tao pointed to the window.

Because the window is open, you can clearly see that there are many books on the table in the room, which are scattered there, and at first glance they have been thrown there at will.

Han Qingqing snorted coldly and said mockingly: "If the master didn't agree, we moved other people's books." Now that everyone has come to the door, they are still stunned for what to do, go and take it out and give it back to him. ”

Seeing that others were so crowded, Xiao Tao also pouted dissatisfiedly: "But, those books haven't been borrowed by Miss Haven't had time to read yet?" ”

When did their young lady suffer this kind of grievance, and read a few books to see people's faces?

"What else to watch, people don't allow us to watch it, are we still so bored with ourselves?

Why don't you go get it yet. ”

After speaking, Han Qingqing also pushed Xiao Tao urging and asked her to hurry up and get the book.

Xiao Tao listened to her words the most, turned around and hugged a large stack of books, and handed them directly to Meng Zihui, without the slightest awareness of the dignity of the master and servant.

Hmph, whoever shows their young lady the face, it will show the face to whomever it sees.

Who doesn't have a temper yet.

Meng Zihui naturally didn't have the same knowledge as them, he took the book and flipped through it carefully, and suddenly, he frowned and said, "Only these?" ”

Han Qingqing pursed her lips, "Naturally, it's not just that, but yesterday when I roasted sweet potatoes in the forest, Ah Mao played and flipped through a few books, and they were all burned." ”

Han Qingqing pointed to the dark mass not far away, and muttered in a low voice, "It's there, but Ah Mao didn't mean it." ”

Meng Zihui looked at Han Qingqing, who bowed his head and didn't speak, suspiciously, and twisted an ancient book in his hand that had been burned, and twisted his eyebrows tightly, not knowing what he was thinking.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Han Qingqing's heart sank, and finally gritted his teeth and patted Ah Mao's head ruthlessly, "I have already taught it yesterday, if you are not angry, you can fight it yourself?" ”

After speaking, Han Qingqing also handed Ah Mao forward.

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