Powerful Sweet Wife

Chapter 70 I think my name sounds nice, doesn't it?

Meng Beiye didn't want to talk to Chi Qiong, and Chi Qiong didn't take the initiative to talk to him. The two sat in silence for a while, and Boss Ah Xiu brought two glasses of juice.

Seeing that the two seemed to be arguing, Boss Axiu smiled and said, "It's hot, drink a glass of juice to cool off, dessert will be here soon."

After finishing speaking, he looked at Meng Beiye again: "Are you students of Jiacheng No. [-] Middle School?"

Meng Beiye didn't want to talk to this man, so Chi Qiong could only nod: "Yes."

Axiu raised his lips, his brows and eyes softened: "Recently, many students from Jiacheng No. [-] Middle School came over. I heard from my clerk that a little girl from No. [-] Middle School ate a lot of desserts here the day before yesterday."

Meng Beiye immediately looked up at Chi Qiong, who silently closed his mouth.

Looking at Chi Qiong's appearance, Meng Beiye was inexplicably happy, and corrected Ah Xiu: "It wasn't the day before yesterday, it was yesterday. She not only ate a lot, but also packed it away!"

Chi Qiong glared at Meng Beiye, and said in a low voice, "No one will treat you as dumb if you don't speak!"

Meng Beiye hooked his lips: "I have to say, you bit me!"

Seeing that the two were bickering, Ah Xiu looked at them with the eyes of someone who had passed by, with a feeling of nostalgia.

It's nice to be young!

When the dessert was served, Meng Beiye didn't eat a single bite and pushed it all to Chi Qiong.

Chi Qiong was not polite either, and accepted all the orders.

After eating to his satisfaction, Meng Beiye settled the bill, and the two went back to school together.

It took a lot of time to do my homework at noon, and the place to eat outside was far away. After going back and forth, the bell for the afternoon class almost rang when I arrived in the classroom.

Chi Qiong fell asleep as soon as she arrived in the classroom, but Meng Beiye took out her new homework from the hole in the table.

On the cover page is Chi Qiong's name written for him, "Meng Beiye" in three big characters, every stroke is full of strength.

There is a degree of relaxation, softness and rigidity.

Meng Beiye was actually a little surprised by Chi Qiong's handwriting. He always boasted that his academic performance was poor, but he had good handwriting!

But after seeing Chi Qiong's words today, he felt a little ashamed for no reason.

This stinky girl, it doesn't matter if she studies well, she has to write so beautifully.

There is simply no way for people to live!

After class, when the teacher was lecturing on it, Meng Beiye took out a blank sheet of paper and began to copy Chi Qiong's handwriting.

Crooked and twisted several times, the shape is similar to the spirit.

No matter how you write it, it doesn't look like it, and I don't know how this piggy got it?

Yan Tao was a little not used to Meng Beiye's serious work. Seeing Meng Beiye bowed his head and wrote his name stroke by stroke, Yan Tao couldn't help asking in a low voice, "Brother Ye, are you alright?"

Meng Beiye glanced at Yan Tao: "What can I do?"

Yan Tao pointed to Meng Beiye's homework book and said, "Then why do you write your name over and over again?"

"I think my name sounds nice, doesn't it?"

One sentence sent Yan Tao back, and Meng Beiye changed a piece of paper and began to copy.

After writing it many times, he finally took out the white paper and placed it in front of Yan Tao together with the exercise book.

"Look at these two names, are they written by the same person?"

Yan Tao looked at it seriously for a while, then shook his head: "It's kind of similar, but I don't think so. I think the one written in your homework book looks better."

Meng Beiye: "..."

People who tell the truth are the most annoying!

Meng Beiye could only resign himself to his fate and continue to copy with his head down. After copying for a while, for some reason, he wrote the word "Chi Qiong" next to his name.

Seeing Chi Qiong's name juxtaposed with his own, Meng Beiye felt a sense of satisfaction for no reason.

But immediately, he crumpled the paper into a ball and put it in his pocket.

(End of this chapter)