Chapter 6 Unnecessary Argument

Half an hour later, Yang Mengmeng opened the bedroom door, wearing a pair of high-heeled sandals, a white chiffon skirt and a black chiffon shoulder shirt, with obvious lips on her lips, and an exquisite handbag on her left wrist appeared in front of Murong Qingyun. Her ** shoulders made a pair of beautiful collarbones appear, and this sexy and pure dress made him not shine but a little angry.

When did you buy this black chiffon top? Why didn't I see you wear it before? Murong Qingyun said in a questioning tone.

Yang Mengmeng walked to Murong Qingyun, slowly turned around and said with a smile, "I just bought new clothes the day before yesterday. Today, I officially wore it for the first time. Does it look good?"

Murong Qingyun looked directly at Yang Mengmeng with a solemn expression and no dead smile on his face. He said solemnly, "From now on, I will set a rule for you. Off-shoulder, suspenders, low chest, backless, skirts must be over the knees, miniskirts and hot pants are not allowed, so you should change your coat. If you really want to wear it, you can only wear it for me at home. Yesterday, you dressed well and deserved praise.

Yang Mengmeng is expected to be praised by Murong Qingyun, but it was completely unexpected. She protested with great dissatisfaction, "Old feudalism, you just like me in princess and lady's clothes, which is as pure as water. I'm 22 years old, not a little girl. I'm about to step into the society, and I should have taken the mature route. You see, European and American men never mind their wives showing a sexy side. You are also highly educated. Your mind is really old-fashioned. You should liberate the confinement of your mind and connect with internationalization.

"Damn, go to the internationalization of TMD. Mature can be, but sexy can't be. In this regard, it is better to be traditional. I'm not as stingy as European and American men. Just enjoy the beauty of your wife. There is no need for everyone to appreciate it together. Murong Qingyun was really angry.

Although Yang Mengmeng knew that Murong Qingyun was really angry, she recalled that Murong Qiuwei warned herself that she could not accommodate him in case she could not control him in the future, so she further tried to say: "There is no problem with this chiffon coat, and they are determined not to change it. Today, I just want to wear it out.

Murong Qingyun sat down, leaned his back on the sofa, crossed his legs, and said with a cigarette between his left index finger and middle finger, "I'll give you two choices. First, you change your coat, and then we go shopping; second, if you insist on wearing this to go out, I can only use force against your buttocks. Who is the head of the family?

Yang Mengmeng's eyes pecked clear tears and replied aggrievedly, "You are, you are, you are, are you satisfied!" After saying that, he turned around and trotted back to his room and closed the door heavily.

Murong Qingyun looked at her disappeared back and reflected on whether he was too harsh on her? As long as Yang Mengmeng doesn't wear low breasts, her back and thighs are exposed to a large area of white flowers. She never talked back to him before the two got engaged. Only one day after the engagement, she actually learned to talk back to him. Murong Qingyun's attitude towards this bad sign has always been very clear, that is, to resolutely attack and never tolerate it. Otherwise, if you really get married, your family will change course. He lit the cigarette and complained that his mother should not teach Yang Mengmeng some husband-like skills.

Yang Mengmeng leaned her back against the door, tears rolled down her cheeks, and she felt particularly wronged. In her memory, Murong Qingyun was the first time to be so fierce. He threw his handbag hard on ** and wiped the tears on his face with his hand. Instead, he was very happy and believed that he cared about himself. After the anger subsided, he reopened the wardrobe and selected a light blue slim chiffon princess dress to change it.

Murong Qingyun sat on the sofa and continued to smoke, hesitating whether he should coax Yang Mengmeng. After all, the tone just now was too stiff. Hearing the door bang, Yang's mother took the vegetables and opened the door. She saw her son-in-law still sitting, while her daughter's door was closed. She mistakenly thought she was in a lazy bed. She sighed, put down the things in her hand and shook her head to knock on the door of Yang Mengmeng's bedroom.

"Dad girl, open the door quickly. How long will you sleep? Qingyun has been waiting for you outside for a long time. Yang's mother knocked on the door and urged.

Yang Mengmeng, who changed her clothes, opened the door, looked at her mother blankly, curled her little mouth and said, "Let him wait for me. I didn't have any demeanor, so I knew it was bad for me.

Yang's mother didn't understand what she said, but it can be inferred from the faces and expressions of the two that the young couple may have just quarreled. When they returned home, the two were in the Cold War. In her heart, this kind of thing is not a big deal, and there is no need to get into it. After all, this kind of quarrel is normal.

Yang Mengmeng leaned and moved slowly to Murong Qingyun's front, with her head biased at 45 degrees, staring at a corner of the room and complaining, "Now, it's okay! This style is also what you like. According to your request, all the places that should be covered are covered. If you are still not satisfied, you can wrap me into a mummy.

Yang's mother asked the reason for the conflict between the two out of concern and love. Yang Mengmeng originally told her mother what had happened, hoping that she could stand on her side and force Murong Qingyun to stop interfering in her dress. Hope turned into disappointment again. Yang's mother not only did not help her, but also accused her mercilessly. Yang's mother, who has been deeply influenced by the traditional Chinese culture since she was a child, definitely can't accept that kind of fashion, and believes that such clothes are not what girls should wear.

Yang Mengmeng, who was recounted again, was very aggrieved. She lowered her head slightly and said, "You are all old feudal and don't keep up with the times at all. I'm not just revealing a little bit, and it's not ** a lot. Don't react so fiercely, okay? Beauty should be shown to others. Besides, they just can't see it and eat it.

As soon as this came out, Yang's mother was really angry and stretched out her hand to hit her daughter. Murong Qingyun quickly held Yang's mother's arm and persuaded her to temporarily extinguish her anger. She raised her finger a few times, stopped talking, and went to the kitchen with the vegetables on the ground.

Murong Qingyun pulled Yang Mengmeng into his arms and leaned his mouth next to her ear. Although his voice was low, he said powerfully, "Don't make any more unreasonable troubles, just stop it."

Yang Mengmeng knew that she could not continue to play with Miss's temper, otherwise she would really piss off Murong Qingyun. Yang's mother raised her hand to beat her daughter, just pretending to scare Yang Mengmeng. As soon as he really got angry, he dared to do anything, so she subconsciously touched her buttocks and stopped sticking to her ideas.

Women are fickle than turning over books. Yang Mengmeng suddenly looked pitiful. She shook Murong Qingyun's hand with both hands and said coquettishly, "Husband, I'm sorry. I know I made a mistake, so I promise not to wear such cool clothes in the future.

Since Yang Mengmeng has bowed her head and admitted her mistake, Murong Qingyun can't continue to blame her. Killing is nothing more than nodding her head. What's more, she is not her own enemy and has not been entangled with her at all. Murong Qingyun touched Yang Mengmeng's bleeding face and pleasantly told his idea of making concessions.

Yang Mengmeng's heart was happy. She put her hands around Murong Qingyun's neck and gave him a kiss on his face. Although there was no obvious mark on his red lips, he still felt a greasy feeling on his face and was about to wipe it, but she stopped him. Yang Mengmeng gave Murong Qingyun a sweet smile, opened the zipper of his handbag, took out a bag of heart prints, pulled out one from it, and wiped it for him with his own hands.

The two made up quickly. The little unpleasantness just now was completely as if nothing had happened. Murong Qingyun helped Yang Mengmeng hold the mirror, and she filled her lip gloss with joy. After packing up, she took his arm and came to the kitchen to say goodbye to Yang's mother, and then the young couple went shopping as agreed.

In the taxi, the 50-year-old taxi driver couldn't help looking at Yang Mengmeng a few more times. After all, it is still rare to see such a pure and lovely beauty. In his heart, he admires Murong Qingyun for being able to catch such a beautiful woman, and can also make the beauty obedient to him, and his envy inadvertently emerges from his expression.

The taxi stopped in front of Jiuding Mall. Yang Mengmeng got out of the car first, and when Murong Qingyun handed the taxi driver 10 yuan, the old brother gave a thumbs up and smiled, "Young man, that's really good." Murong Qingyun just smiled back at him politely and shook his head and got out of the taxi.

Yang Mengmeng took Murong Qingyun's arm as usual and said with a shallow smile, "Just now, what did the taxi driver say to you?"

"He praised you for being beautiful." Murong Qingyun said lightly.

Women will never get tired of listening to other people's praise for themselves, especially their appearance and figure, so Yang Mengmeng squeezed her lips and said with a smile: "I am indeed the embodiment of beauty and wisdom in the hall and kitchen. Do you think you have a fiancee like me?

"I have seen you for more than ten years, and I have been visually tired, and I have no feeling about your beauty for a long time. For your wisdom, hey... You are too embarrassed to say it. Anyway, I will blush when I hear it. Murong Qingyun said in a serious way.

"I hate it." Yang Mengmeng's small pink fist gently hammered Murong Qingyun's arm several times to express his protest.