Warm my heart

Chapter 438 Love in the Rain 42 Meng Ping

Both of them are working hard for their dreams and responsibilities.

The occasional meetings were always hurried.

Meng Ping seemed to sense that the atmosphere was a little subtle and quickly changed the subject.

"Dad, I have something important to tell you later."

Lu Zhenhua felt a tightness in his heart after hearing this, based on his understanding of his daughter.

The matter that Meng Ping mentioned so seriously must not be a trivial matter.

Just then, Wang Ma and Wen Pei brought out delicious dishes from the kitchen.

The aroma of the food instantly filled the whole house.

Erhao and Erjie also happened to push the door open.

As soon as Erhao saw Du Fei, he went up to him and gave him a warm hug.

And asked with concern: "Fortunately, you are finally back safely."

Du Fei looked a little lonely.

He muttered hesitantly, "It's just Shuhuan..."

Seeing this, Meng Ping hurriedly comforted him, "Don't worry, Shu Huan will be fine."

She recalled the bottle of medicine she had given to Shuhuan before, and felt secretly reassured.

As long as Shuhuan takes it on time, there will be no problem.

Maybe he was just delayed for some reason and will be back later.

Erhao then asked: "Is Yiping not back yet?"

Meng Ping replied, "We saw her at the train station when we came back."

When Wen Pei heard this, she guessed without thinking too much that Yiping was probably waiting for He Shuhuan again.

He couldn't help but frown and sigh softly.

Everyone sat around the dining table, enjoying a sumptuous dinner and chatting about family matters.

After dinner, Meng Ping followed Lu Zhenhua into the study.

Everything in the study remained the same as when she left, and the familiar furnishings made people feel at home.

Lu Zhenhua sat in the large armchair in the study.

The tobacco in the pipe gave off a light smoke.

It lingered around his slightly tired face.

He raised his head, looked at Meng Ping with deep eyes, and spoke softly.

"Mengping, please sit down."

Mengping walked briskly to the sofa and sat down without hesitation.

There was a hint of determination and calmness in her expression.

She smiled slightly and said softly, "Dad, my master came to me in my dream again."

Lu Zhenhua was slightly stunned, then nodded, motioning her to continue.

Meng Ping continued, “Master said that Xiao Ri has been driven out now.

The ensuing internal strife will be very complicated, so we are told not to get involved.”

There was a hint of seriousness in her voice.

Lu Zhenhua frowned slightly and puffed on his cigarette.

A trace of thought flashed in his eyes: "Did you say how long?"

There was a hint of urgency in his voice.

Meng Ping: "It will probably take a few more years."

Then Meng Ping said with a hint of helplessness in her eyes: "There will be another three years of great famine in the 60s."

There was a hint of heaviness in her voice.

When Lu Zhenhua heard this, his heart trembled slightly: "There are still more than ten years until the Great Famine. What about after the Great Famine?" There was a hint of worry in his voice, as if to say that he needed to know more.

Meng Ping sighed slightly, with a hint of calmness in her tone.

"Rich people like us will be dragged out for criticism in the future."

There was a hint of heaviness in her voice.

"There are only two choices now. One is to return to my hometown and become a farmer, donate all my visible property, and become a red capitalist. The other is to move my family to Hong Kong."

When Lu Zhenhua heard this, his heart became even heavier.

Meng Ping was silent for a while, and finally said softly: "Don't worry, it will take at least several years, you can think about it slowly."

Lu Zhenhua didn't sleep the whole night and thought about this matter all night.

He sat in the study, puffing on his cigarette, his eyes full of worry.

He thought to himself, "What path should I take in the future? Should I go back to my hometown or go to Hong Kong?"

Which of these two options is the best?"

After Meng Ping finished talking to Lu Zhenhua, she returned to her room.

The room remained as clean and tidy as when she left.

It's as if time has stopped here.

At this moment, Du Fei was sitting quietly on the bed, washing up and waiting for her return.

When he saw Mengping slowly walking into the room, a happy smile immediately appeared on his face.

"Mengping, you're finally back! I've prepared hot water for you in the bathroom, go wash up."

Du Fei said gently, his eyes full of concern and expectation.

Mengping nodded slightly to show her agreement.

Indeed, after all the hard work and travel, she really needed a good wash.

So she turned and walked towards the bathroom.

After a while, Mengping came out of the bathroom and prepared to change her clothes.

Just then, she suddenly realized that she seemed to have forgotten to bring her change of clothes into the bathroom.

Mengping gently pushed open the bathroom door, leaving only a narrow gap.

Then he shouted to the door: "Du Fei, could you please bring me my pajamas? They are in the suitcase."

The sound was neither loud nor soft, just loud enough to reach Du Fei's ears.

After hearing Meng Ping's request, Du Fei responded without hesitation: "Oh, okay!"

After saying that, he quickly stood up and walked to the suitcase and began looking for the pajamas that Mengping mentioned.

He opened the suitcase skillfully and quickly found the familiar pajamas.

It was a light pink silk pajamas embroidered with delicate floral patterns. He had seen Mengping wearing it several times.

Just as he was about to hand the pajamas to Mengping.

His eyes accidentally swept over a small piece of cloth in the corner of the suitcase.

Driven by curiosity, Du Fei reached out and picked up the piece of cloth.

Looking closely, his face instantly turned red, like a ripe apple.

It turned out to be a pair of small and exquisite lace panties...

Du Fei gently picked up a pajamas and put it aside carefully.

He whispered, "Mengping, open the door a little wider."

There was a hint of tenderness in his voice.

Mengping smiled slightly, followed his advice and opened the door slightly.

She stretched out a hand, and Du Fei gently held it. The hand was smooth and warm, as if it could convey endless tenderness.

He pulled gently and Mengping was brought into the bathroom.

Her face was slightly flushed, like clouds dyed red by the sunset.

Du Fei gently embraced Meng Ping in his arms, his voice low and gentle.

"Mengping, let's have a baby."

His breath brushed her ear gently.

Meng Ping was slightly stunned, then gently pushed him.

But her body softened involuntarily and she snuggled in his arms.

She whispered, "Du Fei, you..."

There was a hint of shyness in her voice, but her eyes were full of tenderness.

Du Fei gently kissed her lips, his movements gentle and affectionate.

As if cherishing every second of this moment.

Mengping's little hands pushed gently, but she finally snuggled in his arms.

Du Fei's voice was hoarse: "Be good, baby, call me Brother Fei."

There was a hint of shyness in her voice: "Fei...Brother Fei."