An 80s female translator was spoiled rotten by a rough and jealous man.

Chapter 92 Wen Cenqing (Part 1)
On Saturday morning, the training ground was filled with the usual neat and loud slogans. The soldiers doing their morning exercises exhaled puffs of white mist from their mouths, and their faces and noses were slightly red.

Meng Youyou applied for permission to go out today. She plans to first go to the bookstore to buy some books for Xiaofeng, and then go to the hospital to visit Huo Qingshan.

Panzhou City is located in a plateau region with a high altitude, and the coldest period of the year can be quite frightening.

Meng Youyou walked out of the dormitory building, wearing a scarf and hat, covering herself up completely.

Outside, rows of dry tree branches are covered with icicles formed by dew in the low temperature.

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The Xinhua Bookstore was already bustling with activity at 10 a.m. on Saturday. It wasn't exactly packed, but it was certainly lively. Meng Youyou was somewhat surprised by the generally high level of enthusiasm for reading among people in this era.

Looking around, the bookstore is more than 200 square meters in size, with tall and thick wooden bookshelves that reach the ceiling, arranged in a staggered and orderly manner.

In each area, people were scattered in twos and threes reading.

Meng Youyou walked to the children's book section and began selecting the books she wanted to buy.

Suddenly, from the corner of the bookshelf not far away, there was a sound of a person and an object colliding, followed by a young man cursing: "A cripple comes to the bookstore to read books. The aisle is so narrow, and you have a wheelchair blocking the way. How are other people supposed to get through?"
If you can't walk, then stay away from causing trouble for others.

Before leaving, the man spat out a curse.

Meng Youyou peeked out when she heard the sound, but from her position, she could only see the back of the man in the wheelchair and a few books scattered on the ground, which must have been knocked down by the young man.

Meng Youyou noticed that the space in his position was limited, making it difficult to turn around or turn around, and the books were scattered on the ground behind the wheelchair.

It probably wouldn't be convenient for him to pick it up, right?
Thinking this, Meng Youyou walked over and bent down to pick up all the books on the ground.

The man in the wheelchair turned his head to look back at the sound and saw a beautiful profile, as picturesque as a painting.

Like a lotus in the distance, but the lotus cannot match her pure and refined beauty. Like a delicate spring bud, but the peony cannot match her dazzling brilliance.

Yes, no flower can compare to its beauty.

Wen Cenqing's dark eyes flickered, the fierceness in them instantly dissipating, and a gentle, warm smile appeared on his lips.

Meng Youyou handed him the book and said with a smile, "Your book."

What a beautiful, clear voice! It is a perfect match for such a beautiful face. It's not a matter of one enhancing the other's beauty, but rather that they complement each other perfectly, Wen Cenqing thought.

Wen Cenqing used his hands to adjust the wheelchair, trying to turn around and face her.

Upon seeing this, Meng Youyou quickly said, "Where are you going? Let me push you across. This place is too narrow and it's hard to turn around."

As he spoke, he placed the book he was holding on the nearest bookshelf.

Wen Cenqing smiled gently and pointed in a direction: "I've picked out the books for work, and I'd like to take a look at the classic literature section as well. Thank you for your help."

"It's okay, no trouble."

Meng Youyou took the books off the shelf and placed them beside him, reminding him, "Sir, take the books you've chosen, I'll push you over now."

Wen Cenqing reached out and took it, his fingers inadvertently brushing against the girl's delicate skin on the back of her hand.

Wen Cenqing saw her hand flinch slightly for a moment, very subtly, before returning to normal.

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