Chapter 21 He talks too much

Meng Hao leaned over and looked at her, feeling cute and funny. Most of the time, Meng Hao envied Wang Qiu. She never seemed to care about any occasion and just enjoyed the life at hand.

For example, her current relaxed state was impossible for Meng Hao to achieve. When he closed his eyes and blew out smoke rings in front of a large crowd, Meng Hao always felt like someone was staring at him.

But Wang Qiu doesn't care about this.

Wang Qiu adjusted his sitting posture and looked at him with a bright smile, and felt a little happy in his heart.

Meng Hao loves to laugh very much. Wang Qiu didn't feel anything about it before, but now he is really infected by him.

Wang Qiu took another hard puff and looked at him leisurely as he puffed out white smoke: "Do you have a problem with me?"

Meng Hao nodded and sat on the chair next to her: "What time did you go to bed last night? I went to knock on the door. Why didn't you open it?"

"Oh." Wang Qiu said casually: "Go to bed early."

"Smoking is harmful to health."

"You don't smoke?" It seemed like a question, but Wang Qiu was sure that he also smoked. Men are like this, they can't control themselves, but they always want to control others.

"No." Meng Hao spread his hands indifferently, but his expression was extremely sincere.

Wang Qiu was stunned, thinking, Qin Chupei doesn't smoke, Meng Hao doesn't smoke, there really are so many men who don't smoke.

So he sat upright and put the cigarette butt in the ashtray on the table, smiling brightly and looking in a good mood.

"Okay, stop smoking, go home and sleep." Wang Qiu got up and walked upstairs.

There was a hint of coldness in the gust of wind. Wang Qiu tightened the collar of his knitted sweater and trotted quickly with his neck curled up. He looked extremely cute.

Meng Hao smiled, and then shouted: "Wait for me."

When the two of them were in the elevator, Meng Hao asked, "Miss, can I take the liberty to ask, is your divorce due to emotional discord between your husband and wife?"

"No." In fact, it wasn't that Wang Qiu didn't want to answer, but he couldn't answer a sentence or two clearly, so he simply didn't answer at all.

Meng Hao looked at her with a smile in his eyes: "Well, then tell me when it's convenient for you."

"Yeah." Wang Qiu really felt that he talked too much, so he walked back without looking back after getting out of the elevator.

When they arrived at the door of the house, Meng Hao gently took her arm: "Miss, I want to say something to you."

Wang Qiu looked at him and wondered why he talked so much every day, but he still had the patience to stand there and listen politely.

"I think I like you." Meng Hao said softly.

"Oh, I got it." After Wang Qiu said that, he closed the door and went home without any disturbance in his heart. He just felt that this guy was really verbose.

There were classes in the afternoon the next day. Although Wang Qiu taught calligraphy, sometimes she would briefly talk about the origin of Hanzi while practicing calligraphy.

Or when practicing a certain poem, she would also talk about the author's background and experience at that time. She felt that this would help her become more involved in practicing.

So to put it simply, Wang Qiu occasionally needs to prepare lessons.

Her classes are all at 8 a.m. or 3:30 p.m., and Saturday classes are in the afternoon.

Wang Qiu didn't expect to see him again, that person named Zhou Qianliu.

As if nothing was wrong, he sent Du Hechuan over and sent the child into the inner room with a smile, and then nodded politely to Wang Qiu, without seeing the emotion on his face.

Wang Qiu also nodded politely, then turned around and walked into the inner room. She never raised her eyes to look at him, but he could feel her coldness.

After class, the children were picked up one after another, leaving only Du Hechuan.