follow my heart

Chapter 30

No matter how reluctant, Meng Buqing had to go out as soon as he arrived at 05:30.In her coat pocket was a cell phone, wireless headphones, and a transit card.

Carrying the tea leaves given by Ji Wan, they set off.

Go out a few subway stops, and soon you can see the tall and majestic hotel across the road.

"Hello," Meng Buqing walked to the door of the hotel, the phone was vibrating in his pocket but he didn't take it out, and asked the front desk with a warm smile, "May I ask the old man surnamed Xiao in which room is he celebrating his birthday?"

The front desk clerk checked the appointment information on the tablet, and told her with a smile: "On the fifth floor, turn right and go straight, the box at the end."

Meng Buqing thanked him.

She put her hands in the pockets of her coat and walked quickly.

No matter how gentle and pleasant the dark blue dress on her looks, how smooth and supple her long hair is, and how fair her skin is, they still do not meet the standards of a lady in some people's minds.

Because the light in her eyes was too bright, she always raised her chin, and she was not shy and weak at all.

She walked too fast, and the undulating skirt showed a sense of chic and neatness.

As soon as the elevator door opened on the fifth floor, Meng Buqing was caught by his uncle squatting beside him: "Why didn't you reply to your mother's message? Has your phone been stolen?"

Xiao Xiaohua was well dressed in a suit.His ageless baby face is gentle and handsome, with deep eyelids, and he has a special affinity when looking at people.

"Oh," Meng Buqing looked at him and said without changing his face, "The sound is muted, and I haven't taken it out to see it yet."

"Your mother has been waiting for you inside for a long time, why didn't you come here sooner?"

"Traffic jam."

"Oh, there is a traffic jam at this point. Your cousin and the others are stuck on the North Ring Road. They say that it is 1.1 meters ahead. Mercedes-Benz is not as good as an electric car."

Xiao Xiaohua chuckled, his attitude was always gentle.

Meng Buqing followed him all the way talking and walking, and soon reached the door of the box, and saw his mother whom he hadn't seen for a long time.

Ms. Xiao Anqiao has not changed significantly over the years, and she still looks young and ladylike.She has a cute doll head that is trimmed once every half a month, and the tail of her hair is permed with a light arc, surrounding that sweet and lovely face.

"It's so late," Xiao Anqiao looked at her with her round eyes, and when she spoke, her sweet voice of reproach could not tell her age, "You child doesn't miss me at all?"

Meng Buqing smiled, but said nothing.His eyes swept to the two boxes next to her seat.

I had a vague premonition in my heart.

really.Xiao Anqiao stood up, picked up a box and handed it to her, saying: "Mum specially brought you a gift, see if you like it, and pick the leftover one for Weiwei."

Luxury chain bag.

Meng Buqing glanced at the grandpa who was in the main seat in another box, chatting leisurely with others, and knew that her mother asked her uncle to wait outside the elevator for a long time just to let her carry this bag.

Afraid that her own bag is too tattered.

After all, the prices of shoes and backpacks in girls' clothes are the easiest to look at.In the eyes of some people, the price of the clothes they wear is equal to the value of the person.

Meng Buqing slandered in his heart that they were country bumpkins acting on stage, but he obediently recited them and did not make a sound against her.

Xiao Anqiao looked at her daughter's beautiful face with satisfaction, and she said softly, "Baby, your skirt today is so pretty, in fact, it would be even more beautiful if you rolled up your hair to reveal your collarbone, and your bag will make you more energetic."

"Sandwich speaking skills, wrapping the truth that the other party needs to improve between two compliments," Meng Buqing said calmly, "You taught me when you were a child, why are you still using it against me?"

"Teach you how to be a man," Xiao Anqiao puffed up his face, and said calmly, "Mom also has to be a man, so I can't just tell you to tie up your hair, right? It looks like I'm overbearing."

"Okay, then I don't accept your suggestion, I like to wear my hair."

Xiao Anqiao was quiet for three seconds, and continued to persuade: "It's better to tie it up, it looks better when tied up, and it won't hurt you if you listen to me."

Meng Buqing pulled her lips, and said with a smirk: "Would wearing my hair kill me?"

"..."

Xiao Anqiao's face darkened.

Seeing that the atmosphere was not right, the uncle quickly smoothed things over and said, "Whether we walk with our hair tied up or with our hair wrapped around, we are all beautiful. Let's listen to the children, shall we?"

Xiao Anqiao pursed his lips and fell silent.

She was spoiled by the stars in her family since she was a child. Under her sweet and harmless appearance, she has a very headstrong personality.I like my opinion to be taken seriously - or I want others to take my words as sacred.

Meng Buqing didn't like her.

Not far away, several people came bustlingly, all wearing brand-new clothes and carrying bags with obvious brands.Chatted with each other over.

"What a coincidence, I ran into you when I parked the car."

"Coincidentally, just now Weiwei was still saying that the Mercedes-Benz in front is so beautiful, and she will want one after she graduates. I said it might be your aunt's car, maybe it really is hahaha."

These words sound amicable.

In fact, they are mocking their family's new car to be driven only by their young girl who just graduated.

The corners of Meng Buqing's lips twitched, and before he sat down, he began to intrigue.

Carrying the tea leaves, she walked to the box where her grandfather was, and was going to hand over the troublesome tea leaves before they were grinded and sticky.

"Grandpa, happy birthday."

Several elders around the main seat stopped talking at the same time, their eyes greeted them, and they immediately looked at the tea leaves she was holding. After carefully examining them, they were obviously surprised.

"Yo, send such expensive tea."

"Bubu, who usually looks silent, is actually very filial, and she misses you in her heart!"

"..."

The old man in a dark red Chinese tunic suit on the main seat had a straight and thin face, looking both decent and serious.He looked at the elegant and simple gift box, and quickly noticed the well-known logo inside.

There was a wave of astonishment in his eyes, and he looked back, but he didn't see his daughter following him.

It is judged that this is really what Meng Buqing bought.

He nodded, and said with rare approval: "You have a heart, you have a good eye."

Meng Buqing's tea art class focused on learning how to evaluate loose tea.Although the professor will introduce some famous brands corresponding to different teas by the way, he will only talk about those that are familiar and have a good reputation.

As for the niche gift tea she brought, which is of high quality and extremely high premium, only those experienced tea drinkers can recognize it at a glance.

She is an ignorant.

I thought the condolences sent by the unit must be ordinary and good things.

I didn't expect that there is another kind, which is quite handy-a reward specially distributed to employees above the VP level.

Meng Buqing raised his lips with a gentle smile, said a few more obedient words, and left with a little surprise in his heart.She glanced at the aunt who was sitting quietly in another box.

Passing by mother without a trace, she went straight to sit down beside Aunt Tang.

"Where's uncle?"

"I just got off work, and I'm still stuck in the road." Aunt Tang stared at her for a few seconds, then smiled softly and said, "Our step by step is getting prettier every year, look at how tender this little face is. "

Meng Buqing said with a smile: "You are also getting younger every year, and you are as beautiful as a flower."

"Compared to your mother."

"Nonsense, how can my mother be as beautiful as you!"

She said something with her elbows out in a natural tone.There is no need for any rhetoric, and the aunt has already been amused, and her eyes are bent into slits when she smiles.

Meng Buqing didn't want to sit next to her mother at the main table.

She prefers Tang aunt.Aunt Tang can be said to be the worst-performing woman in the Xiao family. As a people's teacher in a key provincial school, she was married to a rich and wealthy young man. At that time, many people envied her.

As a result, she was pregnant and suffered a miscarriage due to domestic violence.

After she got divorced, she married a second time, a rural teacher from a poor village.

Uncle Xintang is shy and introverted. Although she doesn't have much money, she takes good care of Aunt Tang.The couple's little life is still affectionate and loving.

The relatives said yes on the surface, but secretly rated their family as extremely miserable and pitiful.

Everyone looked down on this second marriage partner.

Meng Buqing felt that although his uncle was quiet but not dull, he was actually a well-mannered person who matched her aunt very well.

Xiao Anqiao glanced at her sitting in this position, still angry at her for refusing to listen to her words and tie her hair.

He didn't ask her to sit down.

Soon the dinner table will be eaten.

The uncle rushed over in a hurry, bowed his head and apologized repeatedly, but the elders at the table half-jokingly and half-seriously ordered drinking as punishment.

Meng Buqing saw the expensive white wine on the table, so he wanted to drink it too.

It's meant to help out.

"This is baijiu," my uncle pushed down the glasses with the back of his hand. When he heard that she wanted to taste it, he poured it for her and said, "It's very strong, drink less."

Meng Buqing picked up the cup and drank it, then said slowly: "It's quite strong, please drink less, uncle, and you'll be fine if you try it, too much alcohol will hurt your body."

"..."

When she said this, she blatantly contradicted their fellow countrymen.

The relatives next to them looked at each other out of face, so they couldn't continue to force people to drink.Change the topic and chat with each other.

The aunt smiled gratefully at her, and asked her in a gentle voice how is her grades in school now?Do you have many friends?The two of them chatted about some odds and ends of homely topics.

Because he didn't share the same table with several cousins, Meng Buqing ate this meal more easily than expected.She relaxed and poured herself another half glass of white wine.

Halfway through the meal, they got up one after another and went to toast the old man who had passed his birthday.

When Meng Buqing went over with the wine glass, the old man was quite satisfied with the look she gave her.A relative next to me said that everyone said that the tea delivered by Step by Step was very good.

Meng Buqing thought, you can tell whether the tea is good or bad through such a thick carton?

Can the eyes emit rays?

On the surface, she was obedient and clever, and smiled and said a few words of good wishes that did not go wrong.Received many compliments.

Cousin Xiao Wei, who caught a glimpse of this table, was acting like a baby to her cousin.

Probably asking him for some help.She swayed from side to side, slapping her face with the long pearls on her earlobe, her head was like a rattle.

The nearly 30-year-old still wears a thick girly blush, making a shy and timid gesture.

Meng Buqing: "..."

She thought it was horrible to act like that.

Recalling that at the beginning, when Xiao Wei learned that she had been admitted to the Mathematics Department of Songjiang University, she said with a charming smile, "The Mathematics Department is good. There are so many men. Don't you need to learn anything, and you can ask them to write your graduation thesis."

"..."

Meng Buqing went back and sat down, thinking about it carefully, he felt that Ji Wan might have taken the wrong tea.

She hurriedly sent a message and asked: [Do you see if the tea was given wrongly?According to the reaction of my group of snobbish relatives, tea should not be something that can be bought for 5000 yuan, right? ]

Ji Wan: [No mistake. ]

Meng Buqing: [Really?How about I take a picture for you to confirm? ]

Ji Wan was amused by her words.

I asked: [What if I say I made a mistake, do you want to get it back? ]

Meng Buqing typed quickly: [...It seems a bit embarrassing, but if this is some kind of collection-level rare tea, you are actually very precious, and if you accidentally take it by mistake, I must bring it back for you! ]

A few lines of simple words, sincere and frank.

Ji Wanyang smiled for a long time.

Typed reply: [No, there is no mistake.Thank you for being so kind. ]

The bustling voices on the wine table can be heard endlessly.

Meng Buqing stared at the phone, focusing all his attention on the chat page, his suppressed mood gradually jumped up: [Then did you eat well? ]

Ji Wan: [Yes. ]

Meng Buqing: [Did you miss me? ]

Ji Wan: [...um. ]

Meng Buqing raised his hand to touch his cheek, wondering if it was hot from alcohol.

She continued to send messages: [I was drinking just now, baijiu is so spicy, why do so many people like to drink it?Do you drink it often? ]

Twittering like a little titmouse.

Ji Wan picked a question: [Will someone take you back later? ]

Meng Buqing: [I don't know. ]

Ji Wan: [Do you want me to pick you up? ]

Meng Buqing glanced at the aunt next to her, and replied decisively: [Yes, yes, yes! ]

The tone was quite positive, I'm afraid she was just asking politely.

Ji Wan: [Okay, let me know when it's almost done. ]

Meng Buqing stared at this line of words, holding the wine glass in his hand, and stewed the wine inside without paying attention.

I'm so happy.

It may be that someone is finally waiting for her when she gets home.He even went out of his way to pick her up.

She doesn't have to turn on the lights herself.

Don't use yourself...everything is a person.

Facing the long night when no one is with her and no one needs her.

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Finally finished eating.

Meng Buqing said that a friend was coming to pick him up, but he didn't mean to chat with his mother and uncle. He grabbed his mobile phone and waved his hand to leave first.Aunt hurriedly stood up and grabbed her arm.

"Little girl's family is drinking again. Even if someone picks you up, we have to watch your friend come to rest assured."

"it is good."

Accompanied by her uncle and aunt, Meng Buqing left the dinner.

As soon as he got out of the elevator, he turned the corner and saw Ji Wan waiting quietly in the lobby.Standing under the light, she was covered with a faint orange soft light.

When she saw Meng Buqing, her eyes were slightly bent, and her lips moved slightly: "Come here."

Almost silent two words.

But Meng Buqing suddenly understood the lip language clearly.

Taking advantage of her drunkenness, she swayed and ran over quickly, grabbed Ji Wan's sleeve and said coquettishly: "Hey, are you really here to pick me up?"

"Otherwise?" Ji Wan said, letting her tug on her sleeve.

With a polite smile on her face, she briefly greeted her uncle and aunt.

"I'll leave it to you every step of the way." Seeing her extraordinary temperament, and noticing Meng Buqing's dependence on her, the aunt waved her hand reassuringly, "Goodbye Bubu, let's go."

"..."

Ji Wan also wanted to exchange some pleasantries.

A drunken head stuck to her shoulder, and rubbed against her shoulder, and said in a sticky tone: "Ji Wan, you are so kind."

Ji Wan's shoulder socket was a relatively sensitive place, her hot and soft face was pressed against her, and her breath followed.The tone could not help but bring some anger: "Be good! It's not big or small."

"Hmph," Meng Buqing looked up at her, "Do you think you are big?"

"……gone."

Ji Wan tried to hold her arm, but she raised her arm and wrapped it around her waist.

"Let's go."

"..."

After walking a few steps, Ji Wan was held tightly around her waist by her strong arms, quite uncomfortable, and wanted to say how she was so drunk, but she said it, "Why can't I get to bed because of drinking... ..."

Hearing this, Meng Buqing raised his face and stared at her with drunken eyes.

He muttered, "Can't help anything?"

"..."

Ji Wan tightly closed her mouth.

Seeing this, Meng Buqing bent her lips, deliberately suppressed her voice softly, and stared straight at her, "Say what you just said again, what are you going to do to me?"

The author has something to say:

When I saw my cousin shaking her body in front of me, I thought it was terrible to put on a show, but when I saw Ji Wan, she shook herself... (.)

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