My Little Monster Sweet Wife + Spoiler

It was the first time for Dou Xiaoye to see someone else propose in the street in reality, and she was fascinated by it, when a voice next to her ear asked her, "Isn't it very romantic?"

"Yeah!" Dou Xiaoye nodded like a pounding garlic.

The girl seemed to agree, the boy jumped up excitedly and hugged her, and the two kissed passionately under the blessing of the stranger.

Dou Xiaoye also applauded, halfway through, Wei Xiao's big hand wrapped around her small hand.Not knowing why, she raised her face.Wei Xiao didn't say anything, just kissed her in this gesture.

Dou Xiaoye was slightly taken aback. After all, this was on the street. Wei Xiao didn't wear sunglasses or a mask. If someone recognized her...

She couldn't continue thinking, and was so dazed by Wei Xiao's kiss, her mind was left blank.

Wei Xiao reluctantly ended the lingering kiss until the excitement of the proposal over there died down.

The blush on Dou Xiaoye's face hadn't completely faded, he lowered his head, and suddenly heard Wei Xiao say: "Xiaoye, when you graduate, let's get married."

Dou Xiaoye raised his head suddenly, his eyes were full of shock.

"Bang" sound -

The gorgeous fireworks exploded above their heads, illuminating the earth and also illuminating Wei Xiao's affectionate eyes, which is too beautiful to behold.

Dou Xiaoye blinked, remembering this moment.

That was the first time Wei Xiao proposed to her.

Chapter 62

The rainy April is coming to an end, the temperature is getting warmer, the green plants that are full of water are growing crazily, and the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant.

Dou Xiaoye walked out of the subway station, looked at the blue sky above his head during the day, and sighed from the bottom of his heart: What a beautiful weather!

After getting off the subway, I took another bus transfer. After nine stops, I got off and walked another 200 meters, making seven turns and turns, and finally saw a striking sign—a remote driving school.

Dou Xiaoye took a breath, and said to himself in the air, "It's really hard to find."

Dou Xiaoye had never been here before. She only heard from her roommate Zhang Xiaoke, who had passed the test, that the location of the driving school was a little off, so she was asked to come here earlier, and told her: "Some coaches are very irritable. It's not good to be late."

So Dou Xiaoye went out an hour early.

There were still 10 minutes before the time agreed with the coach, she walked in quickly, and was told that the coach who arranged to take her was taking another student, and asked her to wait.

The person who served her was a young girl. The girl had a nice attitude. She brought her a chair and asked her if she wanted a drink of water.Dou Xiaoye shook his head.

Besides her, there were four other people waiting, two men and two women, each of them immersed themselves in playing with their mobile phones.Dou Xiaoye didn't know when the coaching would end, so he also sat down and played with his mobile phone.

Open WeChat, click on a familiar profile picture, and see this line of text: "I'm off to work."

The corner of Dou Xiaoye's mouth curled, and he replied: "Okay."

After thinking about it, I added another one: "I'm here, waiting for the coach."

The other party didn't reply, and she was not in a hurry.Before she could log out of WeChat, an unread message suddenly appeared in the 523 dormitory group.

The message came from roommate Zhang Xiaoke: "It's so boring, what are you doing?"

Dou Xiaoye moved her fingers and asked her, "Are you bored at work?"

Zhang Xiaoke: "Hey, the leader is picking up the guests, so I help make a pot of tea, and I have nothing to do."

They are seniors this year, and all classes are suspended in the second semester, waiting for their dissertation defense.I haven't graduated yet, and some of my classmates' work has been implemented, and the four people in the 523 dormitory are also going their separate ways.

Zhang Xiaoke was lucky enough to be admitted to a certain department of a certain agency in the city. Her daily job is to send emails, send couriers and deliver tea and water. The salary is not high, but it is very easy. In her own words: "This kind of job is suitable for people like me who don't want to make progress."

Liu Miao is still groping on the road of music as always. Others are busy looking for jobs everywhere, so she goes around singing with her band, which can be regarded as a wonderful flower in the Chinese Department.

Xu Panpan said back then that she wanted to take the postgraduate entrance examination, but she gave up for some reason. Some time ago, she met a rich boyfriend, and now she is doing an internship in his company.

When she was in her junior year, the supervisor once approached Dou Xiaoye, saying that she could be given a place in the department's graduate school, and asked her if she wanted to continue her graduate studies, but she refused.The instructor was shocked.

Not only the instructor was shocked, even the students in the class were also shocked. After all, everyone knew that Dou Xiaoye was a top student who received the first-class national scholarship every year. Everyone thought that she loved learning. Who would have thought that she would give up such a thing? Good chance?

Dou Xiaoye didn't think it was a pity. She didn't take the postgraduate entrance examination, and she didn't let herself be idle. During college, she was busy taking various certificates, one of which was the "Teacher Qualification Certificate".

In March, Dou Xiaoye went to an interview for a Chinese teacher at No. [-] Middle School in City A and was hired.In a few months, she will be a personal teacher.

After the work is done, just wait for the thesis defense, but you can't wait for nothing, right?After thinking about it, Dou Xiaoye decided to take the driver's license test at this time.

"Didn't you practice the car today?" - There was another line of text in front of my eyes in a daze.

Dou Xiaoye withdrew his thoughts and replied: "I haven't arrived yet, just wait here."

Zhang Xiaoke may be really bored, the chatterbox can’t be closed when it is opened, I caught her and chatted for a long time, until the battery of Dou Xiaoye’s mobile phone changed from 80.00% to 65, and Zhang Xiaoke was called away by the leader. .

Two of the students who were waiting together were called away. Dou Xiaoye stood up and asked the girl who had served her before: "How long is it?"

It was agreed to start at nine o'clock, and it is already 09:30.

The girl looked at the time and said with embarrassment on her face, "It should be soon, just wait."

What else can Dou Xiaoye say?I can only wait.

She was the only one left in the end.The battery of the mobile phone is only 50.00% left.

A dark and strong man with a cropped hair cut opened the glass door and walked in, and asked in a rough voice, "Which one is Dou Xiaoye?"

Dou Xiaoye stood up awkwardly: "It's me!"

The man stopped drinking the Red Bull, his eyes lit up, he looked her around presumptuously, and stepped forward: "Are you Dou Xiaoye?"

Dou Xiaoye saw the name on the work card on his chest, which was the same as the name of the coach who contacted her before, and said with a smile: "Yes! Coach, I have been waiting for an hour. Is it my turn?"

The man put the Red Bull aside and said, "Why didn't you call me when you arrived?"

"I don't have your phone number..."

"Send me a WeChat message!"

"I sent you but you didn't reply."

A trace of unnaturalness flashed across the coach's black face, he touched his nose, and said, "I was busy just now and didn't pay attention. Come on, let's exchange cell phone numbers first."

In the next month or two, he might have to deal with this person, so Dou Xiaoye didn't think much about it, and exchanged cell phone numbers with him.

After saving the number, the coach said with a smile on his face: "Let's go, let's go to practice!"

The man grabbed him with black charcoal-like iron hands, and Dou Xiaoye retreated reflexively to avoid it.

The coach lost his hand, rubbed the palms of his hands, and said with a smile: "Let's go, let's go, if you don't hurry up, you won't be in time for lunch."

Dou Xiaoye frowned.

She got into a car after the coach.

In the beginning, the coach taught her very seriously, telling her which is the clutch and which is the accelerator, with a focused and decent expression. He demonstrated it to Dou Xiaoye, and then let Dou Xiaoye drive it by himself.

It was Dou Xiaoye's first time driving, and she wasn't nervous at all, because she put all her vigilance on the man beside her who seemed to be serious about teaching her, but in fact always took advantage of the opportunity to mess with her.

She finally knew why she had to wait for an hour for no reason. The last student might also be a woman, and she might not be bad looking.

When the man wanted to touch her hand again, Dou Xiaoye couldn't bear it: "If you do this again, I will complain."

The coach pretended to be confused: "What are you complaining about?"

"Complain that you have sexually harassed me!" Dou Xiaoye said through gritted teeth.

The coach suddenly became angry: "Why did I sexually harass you?! What kind of attitude do you have? If you don't want to learn, get off me!"

Dou Xiaoye was surprised: "I handed over the money, why do you let me go down?"

The coach puffed out his chest, and said with a bang, "You don't have to leave. Anyway, I won't teach anymore. Let's just spend these two hours like this. Anyway, I will still get my salary."

"..." Dou Xiaoye had never seen such a brazen person before, and angrily unbuttoned his seat belt.

The coach glanced at her and said, "If you have the ability, you can complain and see who will take care of you!"

Dou Xiaoye was so angry.Before she came, she had heard from Zhang Xiaoke that there were many unspoken rules in the driving school. For example, whoever provoked a certain coach, and the coach was not good at teaching, so that person could not get his book.

Dou Xiaoye didn't expect that such a thing would happen to her so unlucky. Seeing the confident look on the coach's face, she was at a loss.