It wasn't until Lu Yubei left that Yunwei lay down on the sofa.
Aunt Zhang came out of the kitchen and called her: "Madam, the egg custard is ready."
Yunwei said "Hello" and slowly got up and walked towards the dining table.
Danyang squatted in front of the dining table and wagged his tail at her. He saw her walking over and spinning around in circles a few times.
Yunwei walked over and touched its head with her hand, and said, "You are hungry. I'll give you a chicken drumstick."
As she said this, she went to get the dog food, and also took out a package of vacuum-packed large chicken drumsticks for dogs from the cabinet, and walked towards his food bowl.
Egg Yolk followed closely behind her, wagging his tail and squatting next to her to watch Yunwei feed him.
After feeding the egg yolk, she went to wash her hands before walking towards the dining table.
Aunt Zhang glanced at Yun Wei, who was eating quietly, and said, "Madam, wasn't yesterday an anniversary? Why don't you look very happy today?"
Hearing her question, Yun Wei pouted and looked up at her: "I shouldn't have spent time with him. I would definitely be happier playing alone."
Hearing her angry voice, Aunt Zhang smiled and said, "That's different. Young couples will inevitably quarrel. If your husband doesn't stay with you, he'll be more than just angry."
"But today, sir, he waited until you woke up before leaving. He was probably afraid that you would be really angry."
Yun Wei's hand holding the spoon paused, and then she seemed to react, but she didn't continue to talk to Aunt Zhang.
He was afraid that she would be angry. If he were afraid that she would be angry, he would not have pretended to be mute yesterday.
He didn't even bother to lie to her and just ignored her question.
Aunt Zhang didn't know much about the two of them, so how could an outsider know so much about her?
He left late today, probably because he was afraid that she would reveal his secret in front of grandpa at night, so he just reminded her.
She suddenly understood why many people said that he was difficult to pursue. He was such a cold-blooded bastard, and whoever liked him would be unlucky.
The first unlucky person is herself.
When Lu Yubei arrived at the company, Secretary Zhou was standing at the door waiting for him. When he saw him coming, he quickly said: "Mr. Lu, didn't you say there was a meeting today? Why are you here an hour late?"
Lu Yubei turned his eyes to him and said, "Something happened."
He lowered his eyes and looked at the time, then said: "We will meet in the conference room in half an hour."
Secretary Zhou said hello, didn't ask any more questions, turned around and walked forward.
Lu Yubei stood there for two seconds and then walked into the office.
Yunwei lay at home for a day, and Jiang Qie sent her a message saying that she would send a message to Ji Huaixu to invite him to dinner, and he actually agreed.
Yun Wei had many thoughts in her mind, but she didn't tell her any of them because she was afraid that Jiang Qie would talk about her pure revolutionary friendship with Teacher Ji.
Yunwei had just finished eating when she saw Yunye sending him a message, asking her if she was free and asking her to bring his school uniform jacket.
Yunwei thought for a while, lowered her head and replied to him: [In your room? 】
Yun Ye: [Yes, no one is home today, remember to take the key. 】
Yunwei felt relieved and gave him a nice reply.
Yunye went to school in No. 1 Middle School, her former alma mater.
Although she had memories of two years ago, so much time had passed. Besides, several more buildings had been added to City No. 1 Middle School in the past few years, so she was even more unfamiliar with it.
Yun Ye sent her a message and the location was very detailed before she found the location of his class.
She raised her eyes and glanced at the Grade 3 (A) class marked on the door plate, then looked inside.
Qi Shuo, who was sitting by the window, saw her at a glance and called her quickly: "Sister Weiwei, why are you here?"
He said raising his feet and walking towards her.
When Yun Wei saw him coming, she raised her hand and shook the paper bag: "Give Yun Ye a school uniform."
Qi Shuo snorted: "Master Yun..."
He lowered his eyes and glanced at the school uniform in Yun Wei's hand, without looking at the class. He raised his hand and pointed inwardly: "Flirting with my classmate."
As soon as he finished speaking, Qi Shuo uttered an ouch, covered his butt and turned around to look. When he saw Yun Ye's face, he immediately pursed his lips: "No, why are you kicking someone's butt?"
Yun Ye glanced at him: "If you spread rumors again, I will kick your life out next time."
After he finished speaking, he looked at Yun Wei and said, "I was ready to go down to look for you. I thought you couldn't find her."
Yun Wei handed him the paper bag in her hand and said, "Then I won't get lost."
Yun Ye curled his lower lip and raised his hand to take it without saying anything.
Yun Wei said, "I'll leave first if nothing happens. I have to go to Lu's house in the evening."
Yun Ye said hello: "Shall I take you to the school gate?"
Yunwei hesitated: "No, you'd better study hard."
After she finished speaking, without waiting for Yunye to answer, she turned and walked downstairs.
A few boys sitting in the front row looked in the direction Yun Wei was walking and asked Yun Ye, "Yun Ye, is that your sister? She's so beautiful."
"You are so good at studying, your sister is also equally good at studying, right?"
Yun Ye glanced at them, said nothing, turned and walked towards his seat.
Yunwei didn't stay long after returning home. She tidied herself up and went to Lu's house.
The last time she saw her grandfather was before Lu Yubei went on a business trip to Linshi.
As soon as she arrived at Lu's house, she heard Lu Yunxun calling her.
Yun Wei raised her feet and walked towards him, with a smile in her voice: "Grandpa."
Lu Yunxun nodded with a smile, as if he had thought of something, and asked, "Why don't you let Yu Bei go home to pick you up, and why do you come alone?"
Yun Wei sat next to him and replied: "He had to go home after get off work. I thought it was troublesome, so I didn't wait for him."
Lu Yunxun didn't say anything. He looked at her and asked, "Is there anything Weiwei wants to eat today? Ask the kitchen to make more."
Yun Wei curled her lips: "Grandpa looks very happy today."
Lu Yunxun: "Isn't this a project that Yuyu had with Yubei before? Yubei stopped and asked Secretary Zhou to continue. I'm afraid that Yuyu will think too much and let her come too."
Yunwei was stunned and before she could speak, Lu Yunxun's voice interrupted her thoughts: "Yuyu is here."
Yun Wei turned her head and looked. Wen Yu was coming this way, but it was only her.
Lu Yunxun seemed to have thought of something and asked, "Why is it you? Isn't Yubei off work yet?"
Wen Yu looked at him for a moment, smiled, and said, "He still has something to do."
Lu Yunxun said oh, but didn't ask any more questions.
Wen Yu was really good at chatting, and she had more topics with Lu Yunxun than she did. Yun Wei didn't interrupt, but clasped her hands in boredom.
At the dinner table, Lu Yunxun sat at the head seat, looked at the dishes on the table, and said, "Why doesn't Yubei come?"
After he finished speaking, he turned to look at Yun Wei and said, "Wei Wei, give him a call and ask him to come over quickly."
Yun Wei said oh, picked up her phone and opened the dialog box with him, staring at the dialog box with some hesitation.
Just as she was about to call him, she heard Lu Yubei's voice.
"grandfather."
Lu Yunxun saw him and said quickly: "Why so late?"
Lu Yubei said in a calm tone: "The company's affairs have been delayed for a while."
He said, raising his feet and walking towards the empty seat next to Yun Wei.
Yun Wei still held a grudge, so she quietly moved aside to put some distance between herself and him.
As soon as she sat firmly, a muscular hand appeared on the armrest of the chair on one side of her.
The next second, she felt a force, a "squeak", and the sound of the floor rubbing against the chair.
Her chair was next to his.
