Chapter 76 Watching the Moon

Yang Mengmeng, who finished telling the story, blinked and stared at Murong Qingyun. He suddenly fell into meditation and didn't expect that this little hoof had such an unbearable memory before he was seven years old. The time of this encounter was so short that she didn't look like a poor child, and she was completely like a young lady.

Yang Mengmeng smiled and said, "You don't have to sympathize with my experience. It's all over!" I have already looked away."

Murong Qingyun shook his head and said, "No, I'm thinking that you should suffer for a few more years, and maybe you can be more mature."

Yang Mengmeng, who suddenly turned angry, knocked on Murong Qingyun's body and said unhappily, "Go to hell! You should go to the coal kiln to dig coal for a few more years. You don't have back pain when you stand and talk. You were born with the favor of Qiu Wei's mother and enjoyed all kinds of benefits.

Murong Qingyun touched the sweat on his forehead and said in pain, "If I have a choice, I definitely don't want to be Qiu Wei's son. She spoiled me the feeling of wanting to commit suicide. I have already joined the work, and I still have to do my homework. I've been thinking about when this kind of day will come to an end!"

Yang Mengmeng, who laughed out loud, said with no sympathy for him at all: "Since you have become a boy, you should take on the responsibility of boys. It's good for Qiu Wei's mother to be a daughter. She can eat well, dress well, use well, and thousands of favorites can be gathered together.

Murong Qingyun poured water into their cups and pretended to be envious: "You are enjoying all the wealth of the world, and I suffer the pain of the world. After death, I will go to heaven to see the beautiful fairy sister.

"You also said that I like daydreaming." Yang Mengmeng showed a disdainful look and said, "You still like daydreaming. It's really ridiculous for an adult man to have this idea of you. Your performance is really immature, and I feel that I have entrusted you for the rest of my life at great risk. In order to reduce this potential risk, I decided to urge you to complete Qiu Wei's mother's homework.

Murong Qingyun suddenly felt an old crow flying overhead. She has begun to beat me with a leather whip and let me move on. It is impossible for me to shout with great sincerity like Huang Gai in the Killers of the Three Kingdoms. Gongjin, please urge me! He really dares to shout like that, and Yang Mengmeng absolutely dares to fight like that. Her little buttocks were beaten by him so many times, and it was also right to revenge on him.

The sky gradually dimmed. Murong Qingyun took out his very personal mobile phone and looked at the time. He should go home for dinner. After dinner, the four of them will enjoy the moon together in the garden. From his heart, the moon really didn't understand what to see. It was like a super daylight hanging in the sky and let a large group of sour literati describe it.

Nowadays, the mobile phones of migrant workers are much better than Murong Qingyun. He didn't like the iPhone given to him by Sister Qiu Wei, but did not dare to use it. After all, Yang Mengmeng used the same model of mobile phone, which completely provided her with a good condition for checking the post. At that time, she often said, "Husband, people want to see the environment around you. He can't even kill him, thinking about giving it away. It's not appropriate to give it to Bai Bing. She has to replace it by herself, so she has to bear the pressure from both sides. Finally, he decided to give it to Ye Rou. After all, it was convenient for Bai Weixuan to contact the affairs of the class. She just doesn't have a mobile phone, and she has another one, so it's settled.

Yang Mengmeng habitually took Murong Qingyun's arm and revealed a taste of happiness in her smile. After all, it doesn't matter whether the two want that paper or not, and their feelings are in place. For women, that's the legal name. For Yang Mengmeng, that's a bill that she can sleep with him openly. After all, Yang's mother needs that bill to agree to the two of them sleeping in the same bed.

The two walked out of the pedestrian street and stood at the corner of the street. Murong Qingyun waved to stop a taxi, took it in, and then they returned. Yang's mother had already cooked the dishes, and Sister Qiu Wei gave up the idea of cooking another dish. After all, Yang Mengmeng, who had been listening to her, had defected, making her quite depressed and cold. Murong Qiuwei was not to give up easily, so she quickly cheered up and decided to speculate next time. Find someone to cheat the two children back and let them taste their own skills.

Yang Meng dreamed that it was easy to be deceived. After all, it was almost a good thing for Sister Qiu Wei to call her. Although Murong Qingyun, who had been treated by Murong Qiuwei for a long time, was not easy to be fooled, she had to jump into the fire pit under her pressure and deterrence. After jumping down, I still have to talk about Sister Qiu Wei's kindness.

He suffered a lot about this. He went to the court to sue, and others would not accept it at all. The son sued his mother for abusing himself, just listening to the literal beginning as if Murong Qiuwei was an evil mother. It's too unfortunate for a young child to be so devastated. Looking down, the person who took over absolutely began to scold his mother. There are cases in this world where a 23-year-old son was abused by his mother.

This adult's intelligence is completely normal. To be precise, he should live next door to a psychopath - a genius. There is no disability, and it is completely normal. To be more precise, one person can fight three, and the four little ruffians have no problem at all. Such a master also makes his mother abuse, and the people he believes in are absolutely crazy.

If Murong Qingyun goes to the police station to report the case and says that there is domestic violence, he will definitely adjust the dispute when he meets the responsible police comrades. Although his heart began to look down on Murong Qingyun, a young man, he sympathized with his experience. When he knew his mother's cold and violent biological son, the police comrade would also start to scold his mother and be angry that he was fooled by someone with a brain problem, causing jokes between colleagues. You can't detain him yet. After all, it's not a crime to kill a psychopath. What's more, fooling the police is nothing.

If Murong Qingyun reported that he had been blackmailed, the total number of digits was more than eight. The police station will definitely attach great importance to it and immediately respond to the next level. It is certain that the case is filed for investigation. After all, this is a major economic fraud case. As long as it goes on, more victims will be found, and the amount of crime will be larger, or even more than 100 million, which will become a major case that will cause a national sensation. .

The police who took over will definitely be energetic. After all, the opportunity to realize self-worth and make contributions has come. If they ask further, they will still scold their mother. Mothers defrauded their sons of money for charity, and no such thing has happened in the world. Murong Qingyun will definitely be regarded as a psychopath who reports fake cases, making it difficult for the police to calm his anger if they don't beat him severely. That's just thinking about it. They won't have the same experience as people with brain problems. They really did that and became mentally ill people.

The four people still sat down at noon. Murong Qiuwei saw that Yang Mengmeng was back empty-handed and pointed at Murong Qingyun coldly and said, "I told you to take Mengmeng to shopping. Did you fool her there?"

Murong Qingyun, who had just picked up his chopsticks, said honestly, "We went to the Bund for tea, basked in the sun, and talked about some memories of the past."

Yang Mengmeng quickly said, "I volunteered to go there. After all, the sun is very good in the afternoon, and it is very comfortable to bask in the sun."

Yang's mother interrupted and said, "We also sat in the garden at home drinking tea and chatting. We chatted and took a nap for a while.

Murong Qiuwei knows that her son is a toad. If he doesn't do it, he won't jump, so it's not negotiable to squeeze him. After all, the more sesame seeds are squeezed, the more oily they get. The mother and daughter of the Yang family have excused him, but this time, forget it. Qiu Wei always thought that it was not a good thing for Murong Qingyun to have huge wealth at such a young age. After all, silver is a double-edged sword. Good use is a good thing, but vice versa. She has always beaten him in this way of exploitation.

At dinner, the four of them talked about some home-style gossip, and everyone was very happy. Bai Bing knew that Murong Qingyun was going to be reunited, so she didn't bother him for a whole day. She wanted to give him a good impression of being sensible. Thinking that he and Yang Mengmeng kissed me, she felt uncomfortable and didn't feel like eating.

After the moon hung high, the young couple lifted the table to the garden. Moon cakes, several fruits and dried fruits were placed on the table, and four bamboo chairs were placed against the moon. The four of them held their favorite food in their hands, looked up at the moon for a while, and gossiped for a while. Yang Mengmeng always wants to say the classic sentence every year. This year's moon is so big and round. From the perspective of scientific common sense, the moon is still like that, neither missing a piece nor an extra piece, and it looks like that every year.

In order to get everyone's fun, Murong Qingyun wrote a poem: "Ah, there is a big moon in the sky; ah, there is also a big moon in the water; is the moon in the sky or the moon in the water? Let me tell you, both are the same size."

Yang Mengmeng, who laughed twice, looked like vomiting and said, "What a stinky shit."

Murong Qingyun pretended to be satisfied and said, "I think it's very tasty. Simple, popular, easy to understand, catchy and easy to remember, I feel that I am becoming more and more poetic.

"I also occasionally get an oil poem." Yang Mengmeng immediately made a contemptuous action and said, "On the full moon night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, my husband wrote the poem. The more I listened to it, the more I got a headache, which made me sad."

Murong Qingyun laughed and said, "You are an oil poem, and it's obviously a jingle."

"Yours is not a poem. I don't know what it is at all. It's embarrassing to say other people's works." Yang Mengmeng sneered.

Murong Qingyun paused and said, "You are ignorant. I call it modern poetry."