Zhou Qingmiao actually thought of this and didn't want to cause trouble: "I don't have the energy to care about this, but what I told her was so ugly, she shouldn't come to me again." ”

Su Zhenzhen thought that what Zhou Qingmiao said was that she was pregnant, but in fact, Zhou Qingmiao meant not only that she was pregnant, but she also had to renovate the style of the backlog of old goods in the garment factory recently, so she was really busy, and recently she was busy with her studies and her career.

A noon did not have a good lunch break, pregnant Zhou Qingmiao, who was already sleepy, really didn't have any energy in the afternoon class, and the first two classes were dozing off all the time, fortunately, the teacher in the class was a very gentle female teacher, and she usually saw some students who were sleepy and not strict, at most, she came down and gently knocked on the desk to remind her, and she didn't say anything when she saw Zhou Qingmiao dozing off.

After class, Su Zhenzhen sighed with emotion: "Fortunately, these two classes are not Teacher Li who meditates in public classes, she doesn't care if you are a girl or a boy, whether she will be embarrassed, and she will let you stand for two classes directly after watching you sleep." ”

Zhou Qingmiao also had palpitations.

Dozed off after two classes, the spirit of three or four classes was okay, but Zhou Qingmiao, who had been on the course for a day, was a little tired, and occasionally thought about why he was so tired, about the reason for receiving Luo Yunsu's negative emotions at noon, and his mood was not very good.

Lei Xudong didn't have time to pick her up today, she rode her bicycle home, she didn't care about this, anyway, it was a waste of time and trouble to pick her up.

After arriving home, Lei Xudong had not come back, the house was empty, Zhou Qingmiao was a little lazy, he didn't want to cook, so he sat on the soft carpet in the living room, lying on the low coffee table to modify the style of clothes, maybe he was in a bad mood, and his interest in painting was not high, and he had no inspiration.

With a stabbing sound, Zhou Qingmiao tore up the page of the painting, crumpled it into a ball and threw it on the ground.

While drawing the design draft, Zhou Qingmiao looked at the time from time to time, thinking about why Lei Xudong hadn't come back yet.

Lei Xudong came home, took the key and opened the door, and saw Zhou Qingmiao, who was sitting on the carpet in the living room drawing, lying on the coffee table in a bored daze halfway through the painting.

Lei Xudong judged Zhou Qingmiao's mood, took off his shoes at the entrance, walked into the living room, just took off his coat, shook it gently, shook off the dust and wind and frost outside, and hung it on the hanger, Zhou Qingmiao noticed his arrival.

"Seedlings." Lei Xudong, who took off his coat, was only wearing a thin cashmere sweater, which Zhou Qingmiao bought for him, he was originally a hanger, and after wearing it, he was even more upright and stylish, with a little more elegant and gentlemanly temperament, and a handsome and deep face.

Before Lei Xudong walked over, Zhou Qingmiao had already gotten up from the carpet, rushed over and hugged his thin waist, clasped his hands tightly, buried his head in his chest and cried, crying a lot.

Lei Xudong's handsome face was stunned at first, then he was startled when he came back to his senses, his heart was distressed, his two thick eyebrows were furrowed, and he hurriedly hugged her waist with one hand and touched her head with the other, thinking that Zhou Qingmiao was bullied at school and suffered some grievances, otherwise why would he cry so wronged.

waited for her crying to be a little quieter, then pushed the person away, held her shoulders and asked her softly what happened, why she was crying like this, and whether someone in the school bullied her.

Zhou Qingmiao finished crying, and she was a little dazed, she didn't know what she was crying about, but after crying, Lei Xudong coaxed her so patiently, and her irritable mood improved, and she just wanted to say that she had no inspiration today, and the style of the dress was not changed.

Thinking about it again, Lei Xudong didn't agree with himself from the beginning, and spent too much energy to get this, so he could only honestly say how he felt at the moment: "I'm hungry, I don't want to cook." ”

Hungry and crying?

When Lei Xudong heard this, the corners of his mouth twitched, and sure enough, he was a fool of three years of pregnancy: "I'll cook for you." ”

"No, your cooking is so bad!" Zhou Qingmiao said willfully.

Lei Xudong: "............"

(End of chapter)