The Gold Medal Toolman of Quick Transmigration

Chapter 101 Quotations from the Walking Overlord (22)

In order to attend the wedding the day after tomorrow, Miaomiao could only move her work forward. By the time she finished her work, it was already past ten o'clock.

Song Yicheng dragged her to eat supper, so as not to hurt her stomach.

On summer nights, even the wind was hot, blowing on Miaomiao's face, making her just want to go home, take a shower and sleep.

"Chengcheng, take me back, I'm sleepy."

Song Yicheng drove the car, searching for places to eat on both sides of the street: "You didn't eat anything tonight."

"no appetite."

"Eat as much as you want."

Seeing a 24-hour porridge shop on the side of the road, Song Yicheng pulled over and stopped: "Drink porridge, it will be very fast."

Red dates and aloe vera porridge, preserved egg and lean meat porridge are all Miaomiao's favorite things to eat.

Song Yicheng watched her eat half a bowl, and then said with a smile: "I've thought about it, and I think it's okay."

"What?"

Miaomiao raised her head, with question marks all over her head.

Song Yicheng looked at her shiny lips: "What you said, we can make do with it."

Miaomiao came to her senses and nodded, "Then you go back and tell Uncle Chen."

"When will you receive your certificate?"

Miaomiao stirred the porridge in the bowl with a spoon: "Come back from a business trip and solve it as soon as possible."

"Do you want to have a banquet?"

"As for my dad's old antique, it will definitely be done." Miaomiao smiled softly: "Well, you and I will go to my mother's place later, and first ask for the household registration book."

Song Yicheng glanced at his watch: "Should I sleep?"

"No, they like watching TV very much now, and they go to bed later than me."

Although Miaomiao clamored to sever ties with old man Zhuge back then, she was soft-hearted after all, and with Liu Zhaodi's tears, nothing happened.

Later, with the help of the company, she and Sima Yan bought a piece of land in the urban area and built the Fuyun Community, mainly for the company's employees to live in. By the way, they moved all the few elderly people left in Fuyun Village.

It's just that the villagers only have the right of residence, not the right to buy and sell, and their children have no right to inherit.

Of course, if they are willing to pay a small amount of money, they can also sell it to them.

It's a pity that these people's thinking mode is "if you don't take advantage, you will suffer a loss", and no one is willing to pay.

When she moved, Liu Zhaodi wanted to live with Miaomiao so that she could take care of her.

But Miaomiao didn't want to.

On the surface, she is just a girl in her early twenties, but her mental age is almost 40 years old.

She needs a space alone where she can completely relax.

Liu Zhaodi chose the next best thing and wanted to live opposite her, but was still rejected.

There was really no way, Liu Zhaodi could only use tears to attack, and finally the two took a step back and lived in the same unit.

The old couple are old and have inconvenient legs and feet, so they live on the first floor.

In order to save them from bothering her, Miaomiao deliberately lives on the top floor.

There was no elevator, so it was quite difficult for the couple to climb up.

Song Yicheng couldn't remember how many times he had been to Fuyun Community.

When Miaomiao moved, he and Sima Yan helped carry the furniture.

After parking the car, Song Yicheng looked sideways at Miaomiao: "How will we live after we get married?"

He has been living in Chen Yan's house for these years and does not have his own house.

Miaomiao thought for a while, and discussed with him: "If you think you don't look good when you move here, we can buy a new set."

"No, it's fine here."

"You don't mind."

As Miaomiao said, she unbuckled her seat belt and was about to open the door when Song Yicheng held her down: "Is it real marriage or fake marriage?"

"Marriage is marriage, how can we tell the truth?"

Song Yicheng leaned towards her: "Isn't it awkward for us to sleep together?"

Miaomiao remembered a joke and joked with him: "So, buy a canopy bed, and you will be my brother on the upper bunk from now on."

Song Yicheng laughed out loud.

Miaomiao laughed: "To be honest, we are too familiar, I'm afraid it will affect my image in your heart, otherwise I'll give you a couple of flirty words."

"Come on, I really want to know what kind of dirty words you can say."

Miaomiao's eyes flicked forward to the windshield, and she searched out those things that she once regarded as a joke in her mind, and said with a smile in her voice, "The world is too bad, only your arms are the place for people to be."

Song Yicheng's heart was filled with huge waves, and he really wanted to hold her in his arms, but his face was still calm, and his mouth was still provocative: "That's it?"

"Oh, who do you look down on?" Miaomiao turned her head and looked at him: "Don't provoke me, I can't stand stimulation, be careful that I perform supernormally!"

"You can't talk nonsense, just listen to me."

"Come on, who is afraid of whom?"

Song Yicheng looked gentle: "I dream of you at night, and something embarrassing will happen."

"Isn't it?" Miaomiao leaned back against the car door: "Song Yicheng, you've failed your studies!"

Song Yicheng easily pulled her back, and put his arms around her on the chair: "I'm only 1 year younger than you."

Miaomiao has traveled through so many worlds, and has never had a serious relationship, and every time she has a sign, she is killed.

With her mental age of nearly 40 years old, she actually wants to fall in love.

If you don't talk about it, you should be an old lady.

But facing Song Yicheng's offensive, she suddenly faltered: "Chengcheng, don't scare me."

"Hahaha" Song Yicheng laughed and let go of her: "Let's buy bunk beds."

Miaomiao breathed a sigh of relief, opened the car door and looked at the windows of her parents' house, and found that the lights had been turned off, and the old couple probably fell asleep.

"My parents are asleep. I will get up tomorrow to ask for the household registration book."

Song Yicheng watched her get out of the car: "Really don't need me to send it up?"

"Are you bothered by asking me every time?" Miaomiao held the car door and looked down at him: "When we get the certificate, we will go home together."

"Okay. I'm going, go to bed early."

"Bye-Bye."

Miaomiao stood where she was, watched the car leave, and said quietly to herself, try it, you can't stay alone all the time.

"It's like glue, like paint, inseparable."

A familiar voice came from behind, and Miaomiao turned around helplessly: "Did you see it all?"

"Zhuge Cuihua, do you have a heart?" Sima Yan squeezed her shoulder hard: "Do you know what it feels like to have a heartache?"

It is said that a woman's heart is a needle in the bottom of the sea, which is unpredictable.

As it turns out, men do too.

Sima Yan talked like farting, and he regretted it in less than a day.

Miaomiao's head hurts.

There was really nothing she could do about such an unreasonable person.

Seeing that she was silent, Sima Yan took her arm and walked upstairs: "I want to talk to you."

"I don't want to talk to you."

Miaomiao got rid of his control in twos and threes: "It's late, I'm going to bed."

Sima Yan sneered and said, "You're pretty good at it. Did you learn it from Song Yicheng?"

"none of your business."

"You are my woman."

Miaomiao raised her hand to cover his mouth, pulled him to hide behind the flower bed next to him, and soon someone came out from the unit door.

Sima Yan was shocked, he didn't hear anyone coming down at all.

When the people walked away, Miaomiao said in a low voice, "You're chatting with me here in the middle of the night. If it reaches Meimei's ears, she will be sad."

"Meimei, Meimei, it's Meimei all day long, you're afraid of her being sad, but you're not afraid of me being sad?"

Miaomiao lowered her head and didn't speak for a while.

She is guilty.

For things like feelings, unless the person concerned is willing, no matter how you pretend to be good for him, it is also a kind of coercion.

What's more, Miaomiao does have selfish intentions.

Sima Yan cupped her face: "Cuihua."

"It's late, you go."

Miaomiao stood up quickly, walked into the unit door in a few steps, and locked it smoothly.

(End of this chapter)