Chapter 74 Mom

Meng Ning returned to the store, found a seat, took the boy down, and saw him swallowing voraciously, quickly eliminated the soy milk and buns, looking unsatisfied, and obviously he was not full.

Thinking he was pretty, she bought another tray of small buns and sago so that he could share it with him.

How much does this cost?I...I can give you back.The boy took out a few wrinkled tickets from his pocket and said shyly.

Meng Ning shook his head and comforted him softly. I don’t need a little money. There are still many buns. You can eat it slowly, and it is easy to choke if you eat it in a hurry.

The habit of feeding small animals for many years made her unable to keep her back on hungry children.

Why are you alone, dad?

Uh, dad is not at home... I was so hungry that I came out to find food... The boy looked at her, slowed down his chewing speed, hung his feet high, and was well-behaved in eating.

Meng Ning frowned when he heard this.

What happened to that man? A typical person who is a manager and does not care about raising a child. These days, he even needs to pass the exam and get a certificate to go on the road. Why is it so simple to be a parent without any threshold?

She reached out to pat the boy, but after a few touches, the other party stood up and distanced her, as if she was electrocuted.

……What's wrong?Meng Ning was frightened by his sudden action and was extremely puzzled.

The boy swallowed the piece of meat, his face turned red, and he said quietly: I'm sorry, but you'd better... don't touch me, otherwise you will hurt you...

Injuried?Meng Ning stopped, with a puzzled look on his face, but closed his mouth and stopped asking.

The two were eating and drinking, and the phone rang. She glanced open and saw that it was a message from Yan Wan, asking where she was.

You eat slowly here, I want to pick up my friend, let's leave first.Meng Ning stood up and was about to leave, but was grabbed by a small hand.

So what's wrong?She was quite helpless and turned to look at the boy.Can you... wait for me to finish eating?Those uncles and aunts look so fierce.

The boy's eyes were filled with tears. He glanced at the clerk, twisted his little hand, and looked shy and uneasy. This reminded Meng Ning of the little stray dog ​​on the street, and he just needed to put a tail behind him.

After receiving the location message from Meng Ning, Yan Wan walked into the convenience store and saw her friends sitting in line with the children. She immediately forgot about her fatigue and laughed out loud.

Oh ~ I got a son when I went out to run. Which organization has such a generous reward?

Hungry?What do you want to eat.She was immune to her jokes, Meng Ning shrugged her shoulders, looked faint, and pointed at the catering cabinet.

The boy's eyes flashed slightly, and he blocked his body in front of Meng Ning, staring at Yan Wan with his bulging cheeks.

My sister is a good person, and I am not her son.He was tender and clear, with a stern face and a serious expression.

...Oh, OK, I get it.Yan Wan was stunned and found it even more interesting. She couldn't tell that this kid was protecting Meng Ning like this.

The two people by the window became three, with a tray of meat buns and a tray. The business was good, and the salesperson was happy and even gave the girls a tea egg.

The bun has thin skin and thick flesh, the soup is thick, the tea leaves and eggs are round and tender, and the taste is delicious. Yan Wan is smiling when she eats it, and she feels that the long-distance running purgatory half an hour ago is nothing.

Have you eaten enough?Meng Ning asked the boy, and when he saw that he nodded, there were still flesh stains on the corner of his mouth, she took a tissue and wiped it for him.

Boys should not be sloppy, they should be clean, so that someone can love them.She blinked gently, her movements were gentle, the same as the force of stroking the cat's belly bag.

The boy stood at the corner of the street, staring at her leaving back. The sun shone on his face, bringing out sparkling light patterns, like stars flashing.

He stood for a long time, silently opened his lips and said: What to do? I hope you can stay and be my mother...

The innocent expression disappeared without a trace, leaving only indifference, his voice was faint, scattered in the wind, and no one could hear it.

At 6:30, the campus was crowded with crowds and noisy voices. The sand pool, grass and the runway were filled with students. There were three days left to leave the school Games, and the contestants wanted to set up a tent and live in the playground.

Yuan Lei, it's you... A boy got up from the cushion, so tired that his fingers couldn't even lift. He was sweating all over, put the bamboo pole back in place, and he asked his teammates hard.

Yuan Lei stood at the front of the team, bent down and took steps to run. He didn't use the pole, but his movements were smooth, jumping high, easily jumping over the pole, steadily landing the pad, which surprised many people.

Former senior, you are too strong and you don’t need to use a strut to jump to this height. If you use a strut, you really dare not think about it...

It's Ah, it's simply amazing. Teach the secret quickly...

This is nothing, you can achieve it even if you practice more.Facing the admiring eyes of the juniors, Yuan Lei smiled lazyly and cooked hypocritical chicken soup.

For orcs, this height can be said to be able to pass with their eyes closed.

Who would have thought that everyone would practice raising the distance to jump higher, but he would hide his strength and pretend to be a weak chicken.

On the other end of the playground, Song Che was wearing a white shirt, rolled up his cuffs, and kneeled on the runner. His face was cold and he spread his right leg, preparing for exercise, and guiding others from time to time.

Seeing a fiery figure running by, he raised his head and followed silently with his eyes.

With the attention of the sparring staff, Meng Ning completed the last lap of the task and ran across the line.

Five minutes fifty-five three fives, good numbers!Yan Wan sat cross-legged on the grass, stuck her stopwatch, glanced at the contestants in other classes proudly, and compared her scissors to her friend.

Her lower abdomen was hot, and she fell and felt pain. Meng Ning ignored her, slowed down and moved closer to the runway.

When did the menstrual holiday last month come?She kept gasping, squatting down, covering her belly, and silently recalling her memories.

In a daze, there was a cry behind him, and I felt a dark shadow in front of me. Meng Ning looked up and found that Song Che was standing behind him at some point.

What's wrong?He held the baton in his hand, his hair was slightly wet, his eyes were sharp, and his handsome face showed a hint of anxiety. It was obvious that he had been here halfway through practice.

I'm fine, maybe because I'm going to have a period of menstruation recently and I'm practicing too fiercely, so my stomach hurts a little... Meng Ning quickly shook his head and denied that he had something to do.

However, the next moment, her eyes were in front of her and she was held in the arms of the boy.

The sound of air sucking around caused a lot of commotion.

Damn, big brother, you... Xue Ziwen rushed over and was shocked when he heard the sound. Unexpectedly, Song Che, who was so cold, wanted no moral integrity for Meng Ning.

What are you doing!?Let me go down quickly. It became the focus of everyone's attention. Meng Ning was panicked and anxious. He turned around and struggled in Song Che's arms, grabbed the baton, and kept knocking on his back.

It's just a cramp in his lower abdomen, not a serious illness. His posture is like a car accident. Who do he want to scare to death?

Song Che was silent, but his attitude was very firm. He hugged his soft little body tighter, hugged the girl and walked under the big tree, away from the crowd.

Meng Ning was lightly placed on the stone bench, she sat upright, with a hand on her abdomen, which was hot and powerful.

It hurts here?The boy squatted, looking smoothly with her eyes, and groping through her clothes.

His voice was hoarse and his eyes were dark, and he was condensed with the girl, as if he was filled with thousands of words, and he was extremely concerned.

Well, it's here...

It felt the force was just right, and it made her feel very comfortable to touch. Meng Ning lowered her eyes and responded.

But now it's much better and it doesn't hurt anymore.She pushed Song Che away.

I'll get the water, stay here and don't move.After observing her carefully for a few seconds, she confirmed that the pain was not the appendix. Song Che's expression was loose and he whispered.

After he left, Yuan Lei ran over with a pole and ice mineral water, his face full of anxiety.

What’s wrong with you?Meng Ning was so tired that she didn't want to speak, so she shook her head and smiled slightly.

When the boy saw that her face was normal and even blushed, he put his heart back in his stomach.

She's fine, you get out of the way.A gloomy male voice rang out. Song Che held the pink kettle, leaning against the tree trunk, staring at Yuan Lei coldly, signaling him to give way.

They usually start fighting whenever they have disagreements, but at this time they have a surprising understanding and mix the boiling water with ice water to the appropriate temperature and hand it to the girl.

Meng Ning took it, took a sip, his almond eyes shone with water, and he let out a long breath.

Thanks.He was watched by the two of them, and there was someone following him not far away. Meng Ning felt quite uncomfortable and changed the topic: It's almost a game, how are you practicing?

Yuan Lei curled his lips, flicked his fingers to the pole, and his eyebrows and eyes showed pride: This kind of competition is a piece of cake, but those people have practiced for so long, but none of them have beaten me.

He changed his tone and looked at Song Che, and you, you squatted on the track all day long, and you didn't come to train, so you weren't afraid of losing so that you wouldn't have any pants left?

The boy raised his thin lips slightly, his eyes sniffed, and he didn't care about his provocation. Whoever lost and who would win was not yet a sure thing.

Xue Ziwen leaned over and smelled the smell of gunpowder flowing between the two. He pointed to the baton and spoke carefully.

Meng Ning, can you give me that?

The girl nodded, ignored the two people who were fighting, and handed the baton back.