Fu Jingyou pondered for a while, opened his lips, and said tentatively:

“Honey……？”

His accent was not standard, and he was even a little hesitant to say it because he wasn't sure if it was the right way to read it.

But his expression was focused, his voice low and hoarse, and the deep and affectionate peach blossom eyes that reflected her face were enough to make up for all the affection.

It's probably in the eyes of a lover.

Lu Miao's beautiful black and white lychee eyes flickered twice, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and she suddenly laughed out loud.

“Mr. Fu， I love you， always will.”

Her red lips opened and closed gently, her voice was soft, and the unfamiliar foreign language sounded like love words.

In fact, what she said was indeed love.

Mr. Fu， I love you， always will.

Mr. Fu, I love you, always.

Fu Jingyou doesn't know English, so naturally he can't understand it.

But it didn't affect him to feel the heart of his daughter-in-law.

Her eyes are crooked, her lips are red and her teeth are white, and under the light and shadow of the forest, her smile and smile are like glowing pearls.

It's so bright that you can't take your eyes off it.

All feelings are hidden in the eyes.

She loved him.

The chest throbbed deeply, and there was an indescribable satisfaction.

Fu Jingyou's thick eyelashes trembled, and he closed his eyes and leaned over slowly.

The last time she kissed him on the cheek outside, he was so ashamed and panicked that he couldn't do it.

This time, it turned out to be his uncontrollable kiss to her.

Love is a wonderful thing.

It's throbbing, it's responsibility.

It's patience, it's partiality.

It's bitter and sweet......

Life is gradual, and Fu Jingyou gradually tastes as sweet as honey.

He let go of Lu Miao, panting slightly, and promised in a deep voice:

"I'll learn."

In order to have a better life for the family in the future, and to keep up with the pace of the daughter-in-law.

"Hmm."

Lu Miao bowed her head, pursed her rosy lips and laughed.

"It's almost there, it's time for you to go back to school!"

"Well, I'll see you when I get home in the evening."

"Good...... That's right, Brother You! ”

Lu Miao put away the lunch box and grabbed the hem of Fu Jingyou's clothes before he got up.

She puffed out her rosy lips and coquettishly:

"I'm done! I want to drink soda at night, and I want well water to calm down! ”

The box of soda brought by Zhou Hong was placed under the small table at the head of Lu Miao's bed.

She kept thinking about it.

"Nope."

Fu Jingyou pulled back the hem of his clothes, and he was not at all as serious as the gentle expression just now:

"My aunt said before that you should avoid eating things just after you finish it, otherwise you will come back, which is not good for your health."

Lu Miao stood up and stomped her feet, wanting to vent her dissatisfaction.

Fu Jingyou rubbed her head like a child:

"I'll get it for you tomorrow afternoon."

Lu Miao pursed her lips and pouted, "I want Jingshui to be calmed!" ”

"Okay."

That's fine.

Wait one more day, wait one more day!

Glancing at my watch, it was less than half an hour before my lunch break.

I was afraid that Fu Jingyou would be in a hurry for a while, and he wouldn't care about the road conditions when he rode a bicycle.

Lu Miao didn't dare to delay any longer, and waved his hand to urge:

"Go ahead, I'm going upstairs too!"

Fu Jingyou bowed his head, and with his daughter-in-law's share, he put the empty lunch box into the bag.

Pushing the bicycle in the shadow of the tree, he swayed to the side of the National People's Congress.

……

Translating the biography of the character, Lu Miao was not in a hurry.

The publisher said that it would be possible to deliver the manuscript within 15 days, or half of the manuscript.

Lu Miao originally wanted to do it slowly, and then send it over after the free activity class next Thursday.

Wait until the school holidays on the weekends to take a break, just in time to go over again.

At that time, the first draft should be almost reviewed, just in time for the second work schedule.

Lu Miao's time was well planned, but when she went upstairs to prepare for the morning break, the class guide Li Jiancheng was writing a notice on the blackboard.

Next week, the free activity class will be changed to a voluntary labor class.

The weather is getting hotter and hotter, and there is more and more farm work in the fields, and there is a shortage of manpower everywhere.

All schools are involved in the rural work.

Lu Miao had no choice but to readjust the schedule, preparing to get all the characters and go to the publishing house this weekend.

In this way, even if you participate in volunteer work next Thursday, the original weekend plan will not be delayed.

During the lunch break, Wang Mian and Guan Yangyang borrowed her book and read it slowly.

She used the time to read the content of the manuscript in her heart after reading it in the morning.

Compare the English sentences of the poetry collection and repeat them in Chinese in further detail.

Guan Yangyang didn't know what Lu Miao was doing, and with a book in his hand, Guan Yangyang focused on reading, so he didn't pay much attention to Lu Miao.

Wang Mian is different.

He knew that Lu Miao was on an errand under the publishing house, and took over the work arrangement of the translator.

Lu Miao worked hard to write, Wang Mian turned his head frequently, and his eyes were about to fall off in shock.

Why is the salary of a translator so high?

The lack of talent is one of them.

The second reason is that translation is never an easy task.

Wang Mian majored in English, and he knows this very well.

But looking at Lu Miao, he didn't even beat him.

While reading the book, the translation is extremely smooth.

It's like copying.

Wang Mian was surprised, but he really couldn't understand it.

He couldn't understand how Lu Miao did it.

Is it really like the rumors outside, she really can't learn God?!

Lu Miao didn't know that in Wang Mian's heart, she was already a legendary existence.

……

Lu Miao used the school lunch break to translate.

Usually for half a day of class, she is busy at the desk most of the time at home.

The children frolicked, occasionally running over, clasped around their knees, screaming softly for their mothers.

Tang Mei was afraid of disturbing her, so she would always close the door.

Zhou Shi'an was also very sensible, and saw that Lu Miao had something to do, so he took the two little ones to the courtyard to have fun.

With a big child with them, the two little ones of the Fu family are obviously more happy than in the past.

Gradually, the small courtyard couldn't shut them down.

Tang Mei took out her free time, carrying small snacks and water, and often went out for a stroll with one big and two small ones.

When they went out, the small courtyard quieted down, which was also convenient for Lu Miao.

Time slowed by, with a gap of one Thursday.

When I went to school again on Friday, Wang Mian brought good news to Lu Miao.

After class early on Wednesday afternoon, he went to the four news agencies on Wednesday, and after a series of assessments, he was finally retained.

I wanted to say it yesterday, but several classes participated in the voluntary trip to the countryside together, and the venue was very chaotic.

He never had a chance to tell Lu Miao about it.

The work content arranged by the Fourth Notification Agency, as well as the permitted conditions, are exactly the same as what Lu Miao told him before.

Wang Mian's face was ruddy, excited and excited:

"Xiao Lu, thank you so much! If it weren't for you, how would I have access to this?! ”

Lu Miao sat slightly sideways, her white fingertips hooked the ends of her braided hair and stirred it, and she smiled at the tails of her eyes and said:

"Congratulations first, but I won't help you in vain, when you get a manuscript fee, please eat an old popsicle, right?"

Wang Mian was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect her to say this.

It was only for a moment, Wang Mian reacted, nodded and shook his head:

"Not too much, not too much!" (End of chapter)