Fast time travel: Veteran Green Tea is showing off his acting skills again

Chapter 194 The White Moonlight of Those Years 34
Xia Ling, who was sitting by the bed, got up and turned on the light.

Xia Zhe was so stunned by the light that he couldn't open his eyes. After squinting for a long time, he realized that the person beside him was his little niece, and the person sitting by the bed was his elder sister Xia Ling.

Xia Zhe, whose sweet dream was disturbed, became angry all of a sudden, "Are you sick? Scary at night?!"

"Why...why did you put her on my bed?"

Xia Zhe turned his head, looked at Wei Wei who was sleeping soundly in the quilt, and moved his body slightly to the side, pretending to be disgusted.

Xia Ling said: "There are only two houses in the family, one for my parents. I used to live in this house, but it was given to you later. We can't live in your mother's house. Where can you live in this house?"

Xia Zhe reluctantly opened his eyes, "You mean, let me go?"

"No. Tonight you look at Wei Wei sleeping, I'll go live on the sofa outside." Xia Ling looked at Xia Zhe who was full of reluctance, "She has no father to protect her now, mother's uncle, you should be her uncle Big tree. I know you want to go out to rent a house, and I also know that all the classmates in the dormitory have left, and it’s not interesting for you to be there by yourself. Let’s make a deal. Every morning and night, you pick up and drop off the children, and I will help you rent a house and pay the rent .I'm very busy now, I leave early every day and come back late every day, so I don't have time to take care of Weiwei, so if you come to take care of Weiwei, it's considered part-time job for me."

The corner of Xia Zhe's mouth was about to rise, but he suddenly caught what Xia Ling said just now, "What do you mean you don't have a father? Where's your brother-in-law?"

"We're divorced." Xia Ling looked at Xia Zhe, watching his eyes gradually widen, "He cheated, so we got divorced. Don't tell your parents about this, I didn't get much money, so you have to Only by working hard can Wei Wei go to school. As an uncle, you have to take good care of this poor little girl."

Xia Zhe didn't know what to say, but felt that after Xia Ling divorced, she was no longer that wealthy wife who had no worries about food and clothing, and he felt ashamed to let her rent a house for him.

"Jiangdu Lanting 1-1201, you can move in directly tomorrow. I will send the password to your mobile phone tomorrow. Remember to send your child to kindergarten in the morning and pick her up at 04:30 in the afternoon. I will pick her up after work , remember to take her to have breakfast in the morning." Xia Ling got up and shook Xia Zhe's shoulders, and said earnestly: "I can trust you, right? Protect Weiwei and be her big tree. Just like when you were young, I also Once made your big tree."

Xia Zhe stared blankly at his sister leaving, then turned to look at his sleeping niece who was sweating profusely.

Sad and happy, to be able to live in such a luxurious house, and so close to the school, I am happy just thinking about it.

But seeing this little niece as big as a doll, how could he have the confidence to take good care of her.

But what Xia Ling said suddenly reminded him of a time when he was in elementary school, when he fought with others, he was fine, but twisted his foot.

At that time, my sister also came to pick him up after high school every day, and sometimes even skipped class to pick him up.

It was snowing heavily that day, and my sister carried him like this, walking on the snow with difficulty and effort, step by step, and carried him back home abruptly.

After returning home, she hastily cooked a bowl of hot noodle soup for him, but he thought the noodle soup tasted too bland.

As time passed, everything became natural.

He always felt that the elder sister standing in front of him was a steel giant who would never get hurt, so when he needed it, he asked her for what he wanted again and again. If he didn't give it, it meant that she didn't love him. Selfish.

But he never once asked her about her situation, whether she was doing well, fortunately, whether she was happy or not.

It wasn't until today that she turned around to ask herself for help that Xia Zhe finally realized that her sister is also an ordinary person who is also sad, injured, dominated by the ups and downs of life, and always works hard involuntarily.

Early the next morning.

When Xia Ling went downstairs, she saw Mo Cheng's car parked downstairs. As soon as she got in, she found two scratch marks on Mo Cheng's neck.

"Why are you injured?" She asked, taking out a small medicine pack from her bag, unwrapping the iodophor stick, and gently dabbing on the wound on Mo Cheng's neck.

"It's okay, I scratched my neck carefully when I went back last night." Mo Cheng moved his body slightly, and the iodophor stick was coldly moving back and forth on his neck, making his face a little hot, "It's okay."

"Why is it okay? It's going to be tetanus." Xia Ling answered softly while carefully painting the wound.The air was like orchids, and Mo Cheng's ears were reddened by the fragrant and burning breath.

He squinted his eyes and looked at Xia Ling who was seriously putting on the Band-Aid for himself, and some warmth gushed out of his indescribable heart.

When she takes care of herself, she is always so meticulous.

"Okay." Xia Ling withdrew his hand, smiled at Mo Cheng, "Let's go."

Mo Cheng came back to his senses and started the car, "Why do you carry these things with you?"

Xia Ling put the things back into the bag, and muttered softly like a raving in response: "Wei Wei always got bruised in kindergarten, and when I was young, I also stumbled when I walked, and I got used to it after a long time. And when your company started , when I was going to deal with the drinking party, I often couldn’t pull you, and you always fell down. When I took a shower, I also touched my hands randomly. Once I dropped the glass and grabbed the glass, cutting my hand. I have I have a habit of preparing these things, and I haven’t changed until now, but I’m always prepared.”

He didn't know any of this.

When I was drunk, I lost consciousness, and I always woke up refreshed the next day, thinking that I should be so decent and refreshed.

But he didn't know that someone took care of him all night last night.

Mo Cheng took a deep breath, his eye sockets were a little sore, some days were his daily life, and he always felt that it was no big deal.

Now that it is gone, I know how precious it is.

When he arrived at the company, Xia Ling proposed some amendments, but there were generally no major problems.

The atmosphere today was not as awkward and tense as yesterday, but the discussion ended in a very peaceful manner.

The main reason is that, in Mo Cheng's heart, Xia Ling is no longer that housewife who doesn't understand anything.

He closed the computer, packed the things in his hand, and said to Xia Ling: "Then I will fix it according to what you said next time, and send it to you for review again, and I won't come here."

Xia Ling nodded, and suddenly his stomach churned again.

She frowned and endured, not wanting to let Mo Cheng know about her pregnancy at this moment.

It's still too early.

But she couldn't help it anymore, she covered her mouth and rushed out of the conference room, and went straight into the toilet.

"Why—" Mo Cheng saw that something was wrong with Xia Ling, and just as he was about to ask, he saw Xia Ling rushing out, and he also dropped the bag in his hand and ran over directly.

He patted Xia Ling on the back, watching her vomit faintly.

This doesn't seem to be the first time. Recently, she often made such an expression, and she would stop discussing from time to time, frowning and suffering for a long time.

(End of this chapter)