Wife-loving addiction: Luo Shao, good morning

Chapter 307 Di Qian's Sincere Eyes

A wealthy family was never what Li Mengmeng wanted.

But Di Qian still accompanied Li Mengmeng to clean up and salute.

Then I went to the student apartment, where Li Mengmeng lived.

As soon as the door was opened, it was already a mess inside.

There is everything, and the garbage in the trash can is thrown all over the floor.

There are also crooked chairs, in a word - chaos.

Are these two fighting inside?

There was no sign of Abby anymore, and Li Mengmeng was packing up her salute without saying a word.

Li Mengmeng didn't bring many things, just some clothes and some study materials.

Then put all of them in there. If you can't take them, you put them in the apartment.

Li Mengmeng took away her useful books from the bookshelf, but there were only two of them.

These are two of Li Mengmeng's favorite books.

Li Mengmeng stuffed it into the suitcase.

But her fingers rubbed against another book she brought, which was "Love" by Zhang Ailing. Li Mengmeng rubbed the exquisite book cover, the flowers with a sense of age.

Opening a page casually, I saw myself sitting and drawing with a bright red highlighter.

Outlined content ---
Meet the one you love among thousands of people, in thousands of years.

In the wilderness where time is boundless, there is no early step, no late step.

Just happened to catch up, so there was nothing else to say, only a light question.

"Oh, are you here too?"

Li Mengmeng still remembers the mood she felt when she sketched, the moment when she didn't know the time of Luo Yan's ex-girlfriend.

At home in China, Li Mengmeng's heart is beating.

And now--
It turned into a pool of stagnant water.

nothing left.

Li Mengmeng flipped through it and brought it here, neatly put this book, fixed this page, put it on the messy coffee table, then pulled up her suitcase, turned and left without looking.

Li Mengmeng thought, this book is just for this, to draw a perfect sentence.

Di Qian was beside Li Mengmeng, feeling Li Mengmeng's faint loss.

He didn't say anything, just sent Li Mengmeng to the airport.

At the airport, the plane from the United States to China is only 10 minutes away.

Luo Yan didn't come, or he didn't know that Li Mengmeng was leaving.

"I said, why do you go to the airport every time I meet you?"

Di Qian tidied Li Mengmeng's collar and knew about the plight of Li Mengmeng's family.

My brother said that Li Mengmeng's biological father was delivering a courier.

They are all 50 years old, and the sun can't bear it.

Moreover, even Li Mengmeng's full scholarship has to be spent by herself.

Father Li has asthma all year round, which is quite serious.

Di Qian took out the card in her bag and handed it to Li Mengmeng, "If we are still good friends, you can accept it."

And Li Mengmeng is a girl with strong self-esteem, she shirked, "What are you doing? I don't want it."

And Di Qian told his brother what he knew, "Uncle is 50 years old, and he has to deliver couriers every day. The sun is so bright. Doesn't uncle like to read books? I was thinking, you can open a bookstore for uncle in city A , so that uncle can take a good rest."

"Also, my uncle has asthma, and it's still quite serious. I can't keep procrastinating. I have to send him to the hospital." Di Qian thought that it would be troublesome to go to the hospital to register and queue up. "Or, I will send a private doctor every month. Come to your house on time?"

Li Mengmeng heard this, looked at Di Qian's sincere eyes, and finally accepted the card.

(End of this chapter)