After drinking so much wine, vomiting so much, and eating irregularly for a long time, her stomach would not be able to bear it if she didn't eat something in the morning.
Therefore, she nodded to Liu Changqing's proposal after being silent for a long time.
Also, I was told to add more sugar.
She likes sweet food.
The porridge I bought this morning seemed a little cold.
Liu Changqing specially cut the seal of the plastic cup, poured the porridge into the iron bowl, and heated it up on the induction cooker.
There is no such thing as a microwave oven at home.
After a while, it was heated up, and a large spoonful of sugar was added, stirred evenly with a spoon, and then brought it to An Yuanyao.
"While it's still hot, this is the only thing left, and there is one fried dough stick. You don't like eating it either."
Somewhat unexpectedly, An Yuanyao really doesn't like eating fried dough sticks.
Pick up a spoonful, put it to your mouth and blow on it, wait for it to cool down, then put it in your mouth.
Sweet.
A smile appeared on An Yuanyao's face, but it quickly faded away.
The speed has sped up a bit.
After the porridge enters the stomach, the discomfort is relieved a lot.
After a while, An Yuanyao ate cleanly.
Feeling a little embarrassed, she looked at Liu Changqing, but before she could open her mouth, she was blocked by Liu Changqing's words.
"You didn't wear any shoes when you came. Please put on your slippers when you leave."
Look down at your feet.
Obviously, it's a new pair of pink slippers.
Just... the style is not very pretty, with two large tattooed flowers on it.
There was no refusal. An Yuanyao was not a fool. She also knew what it would be like to go back barefoot.
When he was standing at the door, Liu Changqing was not polite. He said to pay back the money as soon as possible and closed the door.
What a money-minded guy.
Although she was thinking this in her heart, when she saw the peeling wall in the corridor, she understood it very well.
Now he... is truly a pauper worthy of the name.
And I have to raise two children...
An Yuanyao's mouth burst into a mocking laugh, but she just smiled, and then a surge of sadness came over her.
At least he has his children with him...
What about yourself?
Think of your own home.
An Yuanyao raised her hand and placed it on her stomach, rubbing it gently.
I feel a little regretful inside.
Child...?
In his eyes, a trace of silence flashed.
the next day.
An Yuanyao searched for a while before she saw the bookstore at the address Liu Changqing mentioned in the text message.
The facade is small.
This was An Yuanyao's first feeling.
The second thing is that there are no guests.
When she stood at the door, she already saw Liu Changqing, who had a bad expression on his face.
He seems to like keeping a straight face lately.
In fact, Liu Changqing felt a little uneasy. Compared with his confidence at the beginning, he felt that he would be able to make money by writing novels. However, when he had enough words and the contract application he sent to the backend sank into the sea, he became uneasy.
Slowly I started to panic.
"Money for you."
The calm voice pulled Liu Changqing out of his anxious state. When he looked up, he realized it was An Yuanyao.
Something seems a little different today.
This is the third meeting between the two after Liu Changqing replaced the original owner.
The first time was in a coffee shop. An Yuanyao was a little crazy at that time. The second time was in the shop and she was very drunk. The third time they met was now.
Compared to the previous two times when she was not dressed up, this time she put on some light makeup, which instantly brought about a much different feeling.
After receiving the cash handed over by the other party, Liu Changqing put it directly into his pocket without counting it, and moved his eyes away from her face.
Look at the computer again.
"The color of your lipstick doesn't suit you very well."
An Yuanyao was a little surprised when she heard Liu Changqing's words.
She thought that this ultimately uninteresting man would not be able to notice that she was wearing makeup.
He raised his hand and touched his mouth.
An Yuanyao suddenly felt a little unconvinced.
"You man...you know how to put on makeup?"
"I don't understand, but women's makeup is only for men and women to see. As a man, I feel pretty accurate about whether it looks good or not."
He took the time to move away from the computer and glanced at An Yuanyao.
"The color of the lipstick is too dark, it feels like you have been poisoned."
"you!"
An Yuanyao's chest rose and fell.
She took a sharp breath.
"Take care of yourself first!"
Like a child, An Yuanyao glared at Liu Changqing fiercely.
Following the other person's gaze, Liu Changqing saw his bulging belly.
"It's time to lose weight."
There was a hint of sarcasm in the corner of An Yuanyao's mouth.
He looked at An Yuanyao and then at his belly.
He stretched out his hand and patted it.
Having said that...it seems that he is indeed a little fat, and his son's physique is not what his peers should have.
Liu Changqing, who looks a little fat now, has already experienced extreme weight loss.
Before he traveled through time, the owner of his previous body couldn't bear the divorce, so he locked himself in the house every day, drank alcohol, and didn't eat every day.
Although I have lost weight, I am still a bit fat compared to my normal physique.
You know...his son Liu Zhiyue was fattened by his own cooking. Both father and son were fat as balls, but because of his ex-wife's affair, Liu Changqing lost a little weight.
After what An Yuanyao said, it seems that I really should lose weight.
Liu Changqing raised his head and looked at the other party.
"Has Fatty eaten your food?"
He waved his hands slightly in disgust.
"The money has been delivered. Go back quickly and don't disturb me while I'm looking at the store."
"you!"
Clenching his fists, he stared at Liu Changqing angrily.
Stomping his feet fiercely, he turned around and walked out, disappearing from Liu Changqing's sight after a while.
An Yuanyao's behavior just now made Liu Changqing want to laugh.
He is also a man in his thirties, and he still does some actions that little girls do.
However, dressing up a little is no different from twenty-four or five.
Then I thought about my novel...
Thinking of this, Liu Changqing's mood became worse again.
I applied last Saturday, but it’s been Monday and there has been no response. This makes Liu Changqing almost give up. Although the number of collections has increased to more than 1,000, the growth in recommendations and clicks is appalling.
It's not as prosperous as it was in the previous life.
Liu Changqing felt the pressure.
Although I told my son last time that I was not short of money, in fact it was really bad.
Each of the two children is given an allowance of ten yuan every day to eat in the cafeteria at noon.
Fortunately, Liu Xiazhi already knew the way home at her age, otherwise Liu Changqing would have had even more headaches.
Legally speaking, Li Wanran should pay some alimony.
However, whether it was physically or mentally, Liu Changqing no longer wanted to see that person, let alone have anything to do with him.
Of course...it's best if the other person doesn't appear in front of you and your children in this life.
If it does appear, he will never be treated as tenderly as the previous owner.
While thinking, Liu Changqing clicked on the Writer Backstage and saw the red dot in the upper right corner.
Click on it.
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First, I was stunned for a moment.
Liu Changqing blinked, fearing that he had seen it wrong.