Chapter 17 If you don’t learn well in one day

Wang Qiu packed up his things and found a nearby restaurant to sit down and eat. Looking at the students coming and going, he really missed that time.

It was already evening when he got home. As soon as Wang Qiu got home and sat on the sofa, there was a knock on the door.

Opening the door, it was Meng Hao.

"Is something wrong?" Wang Qiu didn't intend to let him in.

Meng Hao smiled, showed his neat teeth and leaned forward: "Yes."

"Let's talk now, I'm tired today and want to go to bed early."

Meng Hao blocked the door with half his body and leaned his head on the door frame, looking cynical: "Why weren't you at home yesterday?"

Wang Qiu remembered that when he left the night before yesterday, he said he would come to see her the next day, and he actually came. Wang Qiu felt that he was not familiar with him, but that day he kissed her sneakily while she was not paying attention, so he was currently not interested in him. The defensive psychology is somewhat strong.

Wang Qiu also pressed against the door tightly: "I had something to do yesterday."

Seeing her vigilant look, Meng Hao felt a little funny: "Let me in, I can't eat you."

As he spoke, Meng Hao arched his body forward.

Wang Qiu thought so. He couldn't eat himself: "But I said yes, you can't suddenly..."

"Kiss you, you know, I drank too much that day." Meng Hao blinked, looking innocent.

"Okay." Wang Qiu let him in.

Meng Hao was visibly happy. He jumped a few steps behind the sofa as soon as he entered the door, and jumped from his back onto the sofa in a hurry.

Then he turned towards Wang Qiu and raised the corners of his mouth.

Wang Qiu wondered why he was so energetic. It seemed that whenever he saw him, he was always full of energy.

"This is the first time I've seen someone turn the sofa away from them. What were you thinking when you arranged the furniture?" Meng Hao asked sincerely.

Wang Qiu rolled her eyes at him and walked around to the kitchen: "What do you want to drink?"

"The one you made for me last time I came to your house to change your shower head."

Wang Qiu didn't say anything, but started to make the fruit tea.

Meng Hao stood up and sat at the dining table and looked at her busy figure: "You said last time that you had a husband, so why have I never seen him."

Wang Qiu's hand movements paused for a moment, then continued: "Leave."

Meng Hao was not surprised by this answer, but Wang Qiu added: "We divorced yesterday."

Meng Hao's pupils suddenly doubled in size, and he was dumbfounded: "You were not at home yesterday, did you get divorced?"

"Yes." Wang Qiu nodded, turned around and handed the brewed fruit tea to him.

Meng Hao hadn't thought about it yet, so he smiled self-deprecatingly: "You surprise me every time."

Wang Qiu also raised the corner of his mouth, feeling that he talked a lot but was also a bit cute. He sat down in front of him and said, "There's something else that surprised you."

"Your son." Meng Hao recalled seeing the back of Wang Qiu and a child when he came home that day: "I didn't expect your son to be so old. He must be at least eight or nine years old."

"Eleven years old."

"Ah?" Meng Hao was shocked again: "Then you got married before you graduated from college?"

"Um."

"So, you're single now."

"Um."

"Then I can pursue you."

The light in the restaurant hit the center of the dining table. Meng Hao leaned forward and the light fell on his face. The atmosphere in the room was extremely ambiguous.

Wang Qiu stood up and walked around him, tugging on his sleeve and walking to the door: "Go back, I want to rest."