Happy Boy: I am Lin Miaomiao’s Yun Yang boyfriend

"hey-hey--"

"This is my specialty."

Meng Haoyang laughed twice, stood up and moved his body.

This period of massaging and kneading had nothing to do with Lao Dali.

Song Qian rolled her eyes at Meng Haoyang, staring at something with a smile.

"Aunt Song, I'm here specifically to talk to you about Yingzi's problem today."

Meng Haoyang didn't pay attention to Song Qian's eyes. After drinking two sips of water, he sat across from Song Qian and said seriously.

"Engko?"

"What's wrong with Yingzi?"

Song Qian looked away, a hint of disappointment flashed in her eyes, and asked.

She thought Meng Haoyang was going to ask her to make dumplings today!

"Aunt Song, Yingzi's grades are considered to be among the top in the school, right?"

"I see that she is either listening to lectures or doing homework after class, or else she is completing the things you arranged."

"She had very little time to read, rest and chat throughout the day."

"I don't think you're doing this right."

Meng Haoyang sat upright and spoke straightly.

"What am I doing wrong?"

Song Qian chuckled twice and looked at Meng Haoyang,

"Xiaoyang, if I didn't take care of her like this, do you think Yingzi would have such good results?"

"I'm so strict, and it's not all for her own good."

“If you don’t get into a good university, it will be difficult to find a job in the future, let alone support yourself.”

"If it weren't for her, wouldn't I work so hard all day long?"

Song Qian frowned and her tone became serious.

She doesn't allow anyone to say that what she's doing is wrong, and she doesn't allow anyone to point fingers at her education.

Tong Wenjie can't do it, Qiao Weidong can't do it, and Meng Haoyang can't do it either!

"Okay, okay, Aunt Song, don't be angry."

"I just want to say that you can give Yingzi some space and give her a chance to breathe."

"Look, I just said before that I would tutor her in composition."

"When I went to the suburbs this weekend, I didn't think about her at first. It was only after I thought of your words that I decided to take her with me."

"The scenery there is beautiful and helps improve your thinking."

"I plan to take her there and assign her a composition."

"You said this isn't a waste of time. Why don't you agree?"

Meng Haoyang didn't bother to argue with her and asked.

Song Qian heard Meng Haoyang's words and thought seriously.

Now Qiao Yingzi's total score in weekly exams and other tests is basically around [-], and she mainly loses points in her composition.

If you can improve your composition, you will hopefully get a score of [-].

This score can be chosen by all schools across the country.

Thinking of this, Song Qian nodded.

"Xiaoyang, you said so. Doesn't it make me unreasonable to disagree?"

"Go, go, I'll buy her some food in the next two days, so you can have something to eat when we get there."

Song Qian opened her brows and said with a smile.

Ugh!

Yingzi is really difficult.

Meng Haoyang was helpless, nodded and smiled.

He had already tried to persuade her once, and since others didn't listen, he didn't plan to persuade her again.

Their relationship was not so good that Meng Haoyang would devote himself to it.

"Aunt Song, I'll leave first."

"There's something else going on at school, so I won't bother you."

Seeing Song Qian sweating profusely and fidgeting, Meng Haoyang stood up and said goodbye.

"If something happens, I won't let you stay. Come and sit with me when you have time."

"If you want to eat... just tell Auntie what you want to eat."

Song Qian also stood up and hesitated before saying with a smile.

Meng Haoyang smiled at her, changed his shoes and left the room.

When Meng Haoyang's footsteps walked away, Song Qian blushed and entered the bedroom and locked the door.

I was sweating so much that my pants were wet.

She planned to take some time to change her clothes again.

.......

Chapter 052 Lin Miaomiao’s huge change

Late at night, Li Meng woke up from his dream.

She gasped, and after groping under the quilt, she got up and took her clothes into the bathroom.

After more than ten minutes, she came out of the bathroom.

At this time, she had changed into pajamas.

Back on the bed, Li Meng looked at the sheets and blushed.

A nasty thing that bullies people just by dreaming.

I knew it would be different.

Li Meng thought about the dream just now, and red clouds rose on her skin that could be broken by a bullet.

Things in dreams should be forgotten quickly after waking up, or only remembered roughly.

But in this dream, she still remembered even the delicate touch.

It's simply too real to be true.

This is the first time she has had such an experience in so many years.

Suffocated, trembling, nervous, excited.

All the feelings came over me.

After changing the sheets, Li Meng touched her lips, a hint of shyness appeared in her beautiful eyes.

She rubbed her hot face, huddled into the bed and closed her eyes.

The moonlight outside the window is extremely charming. There are only five days until the Mid-Autumn Festival.

...

In the early morning, Meng Haoyang glanced at his underwear fluttering in the wind on the window sill, his eyes filled with sadness.

What a dream again.

Moreover, the protagonist in the dream changed three times in a row.

Although he couldn't see their faces clearly, he was very sure about the first two that they were not very old.

Meng Haoyang suspected that he was sick.

A disease called growing up.

The characteristics of this disease are very obvious.

I have many dreams at night, and beautiful women appear in my dreams.

And there will be indescribable things happening.

Meng Haoyang glanced at the schoolbag behind him and sighed heavily.

When he entered the classroom, Meng Haoyang's heavy heart was relieved by the delicious breakfast.

"Here, breakfast."

Meng Haoyang put the breakfast he brought on Lin Miaomiao's table, sat down and lay down.

After a few seconds, Meng Haoyang, who didn't hear the familiar sound of joy, raised his head and looked toward the front row in confusion.

The pockets on Lin Miaomiao's desk were placed there, but Lin Miaomiao didn't make any movement.

This made Meng Haoyang curious.

Foodies are indifferent to delicious food, which is simply outrageous.

Meng Haoyang looked at Deng Xiaoqi with a questioning expression.

Deng Xiaoqi picked up the pen and lowered her head to write. After more than ten seconds, she handed over the note.

"I don't know. I've been like this since I woke up this morning. I feel silly. Sometimes I even enjoy myself."

After reading, Meng Haoyang reached out and pushed Lin Miaomiao's back.

"What...what?"

Lin Miaomiao turned around, looking nervous, and stammered.

"I just asked you to have breakfast, why are you nervous?"