Chapter 8 rip-off

After living in Hedong City for N years, both of them know that there is a small flower shop on the corner of the main street. Murong Qingyun, like all men, carry paper bags for his women. Yang Mengmeng, with a happy face, giggled secretly from time to time, with his right hand pulled by his beloved man and gently shaking his handbag with his left hand.

Couple-like customers come to the door, and the owner of the flower shop is particularly enthusiastic. After all, the probability of success in selling flowers is not 100%, and there are more than 95%. By the way, you can also rip off customers. Murong Qingyun personally selected 11 delicate flowers from a large pile of red roses according to Yang Mengmeng's requirements. In his memory, he gave her a red rose for the first time. At that time, the price was only 50 cents, but now it costs 2 yuan. From the perspective of economics, this thing can neither be eaten nor worn. It will be put at home for a day or two, which is really not cost-effective.

The young female shopkeeper asked Murong Qingyun how to pack it, and he naturally cast his eyes on Yang Mengmeng without research. I recall that the first time I gave her a red rose was a naked flower of 50 cents. The price of red roses for the second time has quadrupled, and the quantity has increased by 11 times. The takeout also needs to be packaged, which is completely prepared to be slaughtered.

"Of course, you are the one who sent the flowers to others! According to me, isn't that what I gave to myself?" Yang Mengmeng's little face was full of a sweet smile and said sulkingly.

In my opinion, I won't buy any of them. This thing is not only expensive, but also not practical. If you hadn't forced me to buy it for you. I don't want to be this wrongdoer. Murong Qingyun thought about it, but kept a smile on his face. With the "good intentions" help of the female shopkeeper, he chose the materials for the packaging.

About ten minutes later, 11 red roses, full of stars, full of green leaves, lined with white yarn, surrounded by lavender wrinkled paper in the middle, and tied with purple butterfly knots. With such a simple art treatment, the price of 11 red roses has soared from 22 yuan to 118 yuan. Murong Qingyun painfully pulled out a few pictures of different sizes and colors from his wallet and handed them to the flower shop owner. Then, he held the flowers from the female owner of the flower shop and lowered his head to smell them. There was almost no faint fragrance. The flowers cultivated in the greenhouse only have shape and no taste. Murong Qingyun turned around and sent flowers to Yang Mengmeng like a task.

"Shouldn't you say something to me?" Yang Mengmeng naturally drooped his hands and held his handbag and said pretentiously.

"Daughter-in-law, 11 red roses represent my whole life and love you wholeheartedly." Murong Qingyun said seriously.

Yang Mengmeng bit her thin lips, put her handbag on a plastic stool in the flower shop with a smile, then took the red rose with both hands and said coquettishly, "What about the afterlife?"

"How do I know in my next life?" Murong Qingyun shrugged his head and sighed.

She wanted to wait for him to tell herself that she would love her all her life. Hearing Murong Qingyun's reply really surprised Yang Mengmeng. Such a romantic atmosphere made him go. Yang Mengmeng curled her mouth and held flowers in her arms. Without saying a word, she turned around and left. Murong Qingyun had to carry two paper bags of clothes in his left hand and her handbag in his right hand and followed.

"What's wrong with you? If you say it, it will change. Is it possible that you are born in the year of the dog?" Murong Qingyun joked.

"You are the dog! I was in a super good mood, but I was spoiled by a nuisance. How did I know it was broken? Yang Mengmeng slowed down and said with a trace of dissatisfaction.

"I'll tell you a story. Are you interested?" Murong Qingyun said with a bad smile on his face.

"say." Yang Mengmeng stopped, stared at Murong Qingyun, and pretended that I was going to do something.

"Truth and lies are twin brothers. One day, the two made an appointment to take a bath in the river. The lie was washed and walked away in real clothes, but the real clothes refused to wear lies. From then on, in people's eyes, they only saw lies in real clothes, but it was difficult to accept the naked truth. Murong Qingyun told the story.

"So, you are a real person, but I am a person who likes lies?" Yang Mengmeng said thoughtfully. Murong Qingyun smiled and said nothing. After a moment of pause, she couldn't help laughing and said, "Why didn't I see you bare? Hurry up and take off your clothes, but don't let people misunderstand that you are a lie in real clothes!"

"Well, in society, honest people always suffer losses, and honest men like me are always bullied by you." Murong Qingyun said with a serious expression.

"Come on, you are a complete bad guy, a big liar, a big pervert. More than three years ago, on the evening of August 8th, we were at the Home Economics Chain Hotel. You fooled me to do that, and it didn't hurt at all, but it turned out to be like that at all!" Yang Mengmeng approached Murong Qingyun, and his little mouth came to his ear to reveal his old way softly.

"It doesn't hurt! I didn't hurt that night. Murong Qingyun whispered.

Yang Mengmeng's shyness immediately floated on her little face, freed a hand, twisted Murong Qingyun's arm, and complained, "You know how to bully me."

The painful Murong Qingyun grinned. This time, the little hoof is really hard. Yang Mengmeng's mobile phone suddenly sang *'s "Don't be afraid". Of course, this * is not the other*. Although both of them are from the entertainment industry, they can't sing better than those who post photos. As soon as the goddess opened her mouth on Weibo, she was really bold and completely hyped up herself like she was not afraid. The only thing she may not have expected is that she will burn herself up.

Yang's mother called to let the two go home for lunch. After all, she bought a lot of vegetables. As for her prospective son-in-law, she likes it. In her opinion, Murong Qingyun's character, temperament and ability are all first-class talents. In the future, his daughter will definitely enjoy happiness, so he will be relieved to hand over Yang Mengmeng in his hand. After agreeing to Yang's mother, Yang Mengmeng hung up the phone and told Murong Qingyun about the matter. Since my mother-in-law ordered it, I agreed. There is a place to eat free good food. Whoever doesn't go is a fool. Stop a taxi and take the road back home.

About ten minutes, the two got off the taxi at the entrance of the alley. Before and after, the two returned to Murong's house first. Murong Qiuwei is reading Freud's original psychological work. Yang Mengmeng couldn't wait to walk to her future mother-in-law, narrating about shopping, and specially stretched out her left hand in front of her.

Murong Qiuwei put the book together, touched Yang Mengmeng's head, and said pleasantly, "Silly girl, he didn't buy you a ring and make you happy like this. Why didn't you ask him to buy you that one-carat diamond ring?

Murong Qingyun was stunned first, and then muttered that his mother would actually intice his future daughter-in-law to scrape the land. He protested nervously and said, "Sister Qiu Wei, is there anyone like you?"

"If you don't give your money to Menghua, will you leave it to my old man? My dear, when did you become so stingy? Murong Qiuwei stared at her son and joked.

"I ran out of my only private money. Don't partner to squeeze me." Murong Qingyun embarrassed a bitter gourd face and complained about the waterway.

Yang Mengmeng turned around, made a grimace at Murong Qingyun, and then told her mother to ask her to have dinner. Murong Qiuwei nodded with a smile and agreed. Murong Qingyun said that the weather was too hot and needed to change his shorts, so Yang Mengmeng left with everything in his arms.

** Murong Qingyun, with her upper body and shorts, was stopped by Murong Qiuwei as soon as she walked out of the bedroom and said, "Meng Meng is a good child, so don't break her heart, okay?"

"I know, you are really talky." Murong Qingyun stood in front of the water dispenser and said as he poured water.

"You know, why are you so stingy with her?" Murong Qiuwei said.

"Why am I stingy? I bought her a diamond ring of nearly 10,000 yuan. That's all my belongings." Murong Qingyun drank a cup of pure water.

"Do not cry poor in front of your mother. How much money do you have? I don't know? You started investing in stocks in high school. After so many years, you haven't earned 10 million, and you should have millions. Murong Qiuwei said lightly.

Murong Qingyun was shocked, and a cool breath rushed straight from the soles of his feet to the sky. He didn't expect that his mother would die like this. In the past few years, he has indeed accumulated some wealth, but he still feels too poor and there is still a considerable gap from his ideal state. I thought I had done the extreme secret, but I still didn't escape Qiu Wei's golden eyes. There is no need to deny further. After all, I am facing a woman with considerable wisdom. Quite depressed, he waited for Murong Qiuwei to scrape his land.

"I like Mengmeng very much, so she is from our family. If you want to end up with her, I estimate that the probability is equivalent to a comet hitting the earth. There are some things that you should not overdo and stop. Of course, it's best if you don't let her know what you can do. Murong Qiuwei said very seriously.

"Ye, I know." Murong Qingyun replied with no smile.

"It's good to know. Then let's go to dinner and don't let their mother wait for a long time. Murong Qiuwei was considerate.

Yang's mother saw Yang Mengmeng go back to her bedroom with a bunch of things in her arms. Driven by curiosity, she naturally asked her daughter what was going on. Yang Mengmeng did not hide it and repeated the story again. Before Yang's mother finished listening, she suddenly became furious and scolded.