follow my heart

The problem of what gift to bring was resolved, and Meng Buqing was slightly relieved.Soon her brows were furrowed again, she looked at her chat list, there was no news of her relatives yet.

I'm afraid that my mother will come over suddenly and ask her to change into a gorgeous dress with colorful branches.

What brothers and sisters, join in the fun and oppress her with a few words.

——"I heard that you were admitted to Songjiang University?"

——"Hey, are the people at your grandma's side overwhelmed with excitement? Eighteen generations of them in the countryside have never produced college students. This is smoke from the ancestral grave. They must have taken your baby to heaven, right?"

Meng Buqing rubbed between his brows with a headache.

It's not that I feel scared.Even though she was young before, she was able to rely on adaptability and aggressiveness, and she never lost the wind when she quarreled with her relatives.

It's just that year after year, they can always use superficial common sense and a solid face to say some emotionally consuming words, constantly refreshing Meng Buqing's irritability index.

Even if the atmosphere is good, they are just asking meaningless nonsense and talking about irrelevant topics.

Waste each other's time.

Meng Buqing lay on the sofa, comforting himself that at least he could go out and play for a day tomorrow.

She wondered where to play.

Ji Wan picked up the tea, sat in the living room, and turned on the laptop.

Tapping the keyboard slowly.

The curtains were drawn, and the sun shone obliquely on the body, bringing a little warmth.The lower abdomen still had a dull pain, as if something was twitching in the flesh and blood.

She paused for a moment with the hand that picked up the cup, then put it back.

Meng Buqing asked lazily: "Kid Cui Youran, do you want to play billiards tomorrow? I'm free and I can teach you."

The voice bar "whoosh" went out.

She sat up and met Ji Wan's eyes.

Ji Wan asked: "Going to play billiards tomorrow?"

"Well," Meng Buqing thought for a while, "Not necessarily, maybe she is not free."

Ji Wan didn't speak anymore, she turned her head and continued to stare at the computer screen.

Her face was extremely pale, and her lips had no color.

Meng Buqing noticed something strange, leaned over her face, and looked at her face: "What's wrong with you, are you feeling unwell?"

"It's okay." Ji Wan's voice was soft, as if she was enduring something.

After a pause for a few seconds, he said, "It's just a little dysmenorrhea."

"You don't seem to be just making peace." Meng Buqing touched the glass in her hand. The tea was no longer hot, so she picked it up and said, "And you can't drink tea or coffee during menstruation."

Ji Wan said weakly: "I don't pay attention to this."

"You don't pay attention? Then you have to have that physical capital so that you don't need to pay attention!"

Meng Buqing glared at her.

After the words fell, he strode to the kitchen.

After fiddling for a while, Meng Buqing came out with a cup after ten minutes.

"I soaked in cold water for a while to cool down, I can drink it directly, take small sips."

Ji Wan looked up from the computer screen, glanced at her, and then moved to the glass.Obviously stunned for a moment.

Longan, wolfberry and red dates are floating in the tea, and the soup is amber and steamy.

She picked it up and smiled unexpectedly, "It's so sweet, thank you Bubu."

"I happened to have the ingredients, so I cooked some casually," Meng Buqing sat down sullenly, "I don't know if drinking this will be useful."

Afraid of being hot, Ji Wan took a small sip of her mouth.The taste is faint and sweet, and the jujube fragrance is tangy.

"It works, sure."

Meng Buqing sat back on the sofa and saw that Cui Youran had already replied: [Okay, okay, what time tomorrow?Do you have a better place? ]

She sent a few general addresses, all of which were good billiard clubs that she had been to.

[You pick the one closer to you. ]

Soon, Meng Buqing made an appointment with her on the time and place, and wanted to explain to Ji Wan that he would not be back for dinner tomorrow.Suddenly, she found that Ji Wan's hand was pressed on her lower abdomen, and her face was even uglier than before.

"Are you okay?" Meng Buqing asked, "Does it hurt a lot?"

Ji Wan shook her head with a pale face, "Not at all."

He was obviously holding back.

Meng Buqing has a good physique and has never had dysmenorrhea, so she has no idea what it feels like.She was a little at a loss for a while, and remembered that a girl once said seriously: jump off a building without ibuprofen.

Meng Buqing hurriedly asked, "Have you ever taken painkillers? I'll help you buy some ibuprofen."

"I have it," Ji Wan said, "but I can't eat it yet."

"Why? I remember that it should be taken after meals, not after lunch."

Ji Wan pursed her lips and took a sip of water.

It took too much effort to explain, so I just shook my head and said, "I can only eat at night."

She has a special constitution, and she will feel very sleepy after taking painkillers.There is still work to be done, just drink something hot and endure.

I can't just doze off and write a manuscript all afternoon.

Meng Buqing didn't understand, so he tried to guess and asked: "Because you have a bad stomach, you can only eat one a day, so you want to save the opportunity until the evening?"

"..."

It's quite reasonable, and Ji Wan nodded along.

"Then what should I do?" Meng Buqing sighed helplessly. Seeing her left hand pressing her lower abdomen, she couldn't help walking over, "Is it useful for you to cover it like this?"

The moment Ji Wan approached her, her whole body froze, and then quickly put three fingers on the touchpad and swipe right, switching the document page to the desktop.

But the desktop is not safe either—it's all his own novel files.

With a pale face, she carefully opened the browser and clicked on a blank page.Only then did he relax.

He didn't listen to Meng Buqing's words very much.

Just a few vague hums.

Quiet for a few seconds.

Meng Buqing looked at her strangely: "Do you really want me to cover it for you?"

"..."

Only then did Ji Wan's mind turn around, recalling what she said casually nodding and responding just now——

She was asking: Would it be better if I covered you for you?

Ji Wan's expression froze, before she had time to speak.

A slender and delicate hand covered her, the palm temperature was scorching hot, much warmer than her perennially cold hands.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but the throbbing pain seems to have really eased.

"..."

Meng Buqing observed her expression, and felt weird covering her for a while.

"I'll go find a hot water bottle, there is an electric hot water bottle, and one that fills water." She stood up and asked, "What kind do you want?"

Ji Wan raised her face and looked at her: "It should be electric."

"Row."

Seeing her turn and leave, the calmness on Ji Wan's face naturally loosened, she lowered her face, and raised her hand to press the center of her brow.

Leaning back against the chair, he slowed down.

Raising her eyes, she saw the steaming tea in her hand again, lingering in the scent of jujube, her tangled heart gradually softened.

After a while, the corner of his lower lip was bent.

"..."

Meng Buqing rummaged around, and quickly took out the electric hot water bottle used in winter.Hers is different from the furry that other little girls like to use, it is simple, a dark brown electric heating liner.

Very old style.

She thoughtfully wiped it several times with a disinfectant tissue, charged it, and took it to the living room with the charger.

"Connect this when it's not hot, and put it aside to charge."

"Okay." Seeing that she had to tell her every detail, Ji Wan couldn't help laughing, "I know how to use it."

Sticking the hot water bottle to the lower abdomen really relieved a lot of discomfort.

"Why are you still working?" Seeing that she was staring at the computer and typing again, Meng Buqing couldn't help but said, "It feels like you are either working in the study or in the living room. Do you have to work even on days off when you are not feeling well?"

Ji Wan hugged the hot water bottle and nodded: "But it's not as exaggerated as you said. I'm very busy at work, but I'm just rushing...a project during this time."

"It's not an exaggeration," Meng Buqing showed a horrified expression, "You're already busy with work? Did you crawl out of some hell on earth before?"

Ji Wan pursed her lips and looked at her with a smile: "That's pretty much the same. I used to be so busy at work that I didn't have time to sleep, and occasionally I squinted for a while, and it took five seconds to remember where I was and what I was going to do when I opened my eyes."

Meng Buqing couldn't imagine it at all, and said dully, "...then you are too hardworking."

"Forced by life." Ji Wan's current tone is leisurely.

It turned out that she worked so hard to earn money.

After thinking about it for a while, I also know that a few million is not an easy amount to earn, and there is also the money for the house.Meng Buqing also remembered that it was her father who concealed his terminal illness and failed to start a business, which caused her hard-earned savings over the years to be wasted.

Guilt overwhelmed her instantly.

Meng Buqing lowered his eyes, and suddenly asked softly, "What do you want to eat tonight?"

"It will be all right."

"How about sweet and sour pork ribs? But I'm afraid you'll get tired of eating them." Meng Buqing counted the ingredients in the refrigerator, "I'm going out to play tomorrow, so make your meals ahead of time, and then you can heat them up in the microwave."

"Ah."

Meng Buqing turned around and suddenly heard the sound of a chair moving behind her.Ji Wan came over and said, "I also want to learn how to cook, you teach me."

"You are so unwell, and you still want to learn how to cook? Let's talk about it another day."

Holding the hot water bottle in her hand, Ji Wan said with a gloomy expression, "It doesn't hurt anymore, it's actually not that serious, it might be because I drank too much tea before."

Hearing this, Meng Buqing looked at her face again, and it was indeed better than before.

"Did drinking tea cause menstrual cramps before?"

"Ah."

Meng Buqing stared: "Then you still drink?!"

"..."

Sometimes, sometimes not.Now that the teacup was in hand, he continued to drink.

Ji Wan didn't say a word, and changed to the topic just now: "You teach me to order simple dishes, so that I can cook by myself in the future."

Meng Buqing thought for a while, and thought it would be okay to teach her.

In this way, she will be alone in the future, and she will not go back to the days when she can only order takeaway every day.

"Then come here and watch first."

Meng Buqing took out the ingredients and prepared them skillfully and neatly.Then turn on the fire, pour the oil into the pot, and tell her how to judge the temperature of the oil and how to judge the heat when cooking.

Next to Ji Wan, she studied very seriously.

Meng Buqing asked: "Do you want to try it yourself?"

Ji Wan thought for a while and said, "I won't try it today, it's not too comfortable, but I have memorized all the steps. You don't need to prepare too many meals tomorrow, I can cook them myself."

Hearing this, Meng Buqing couldn't help but frowned and asked, "Are you sure you'll be able to feel comfortable tomorrow? Besides, the kitchen is not handmade. If you make a mistake and burn something, it's dangerous!"

"Tomorrow will be fine," Ji Wan smiled helplessly, and said in a flat tone, "Otherwise, what should I do, you have to go out to play."

"..."

Meng Buqing stared at her sharply, vaguely wondering what she was implying.

But he still took out his mobile phone and murmured: "I just made an appointment, and I'm going to let her pigeons down immediately... If she ignores me in the future, you will be the one to pay the bill."

"Okay," Ji Wan leaned against the cooking table, thinking about her words, suddenly smiled, and assured her in a slightly lowered voice, "I will take responsibility."

"..."

Meng Buqing messed up his typing a few times.

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