Chapter 248 My words

After the two warmed up in **, Murong Qingyun, who got out of bed, found Bai Bing's usual Apple laptop and transferred a sum of 5 million yuan in cash to her bank account in front of her as her daily living expenses and pocket money for several years. The villa and cash have spent no less than 10 million yuan. After all, the biggest disadvantage of raising beautiful women is that they spend a lot of money.

After dinner, Murong Qingyun dared not sit for a long time here. On the pretext that there were still some things to deal with, he walked out of the Shangdong Garden Villa area accompanied by her. She saw him get into a taxi and walk back to the villa. Before he left, she didn't forget to put the exit card in the villa area into his wallet.

For the five million yuan in cash given to Murong Qingyun, Bai Bing is not those brainless mistresses, but only knows to deposit interest in the bank. In my heart, I am thinking about how to manage my money to increase the value of this money. Whether as her private money or future emergency money, she hopes to make good use of this money.

Murong Qingyun, who returned home, happened to meet Yang Mengmeng and went to the kitchen in person, so that he could not eat. On the other side of Baibing, I was eight minutes full. Sitting on the table, I wanted to vomit when I saw a pile of greasy food. Sister Qiu Wei praises the little girl's cooking skills. Yang Mengmeng saw that he didn't move chopsticks very much, so he took the initiative to pick up meat dishes for him.

"Recently, I prefer to eat vegetarian food. As for these meaty food, I'd better leave it for you to eat!" Murong Qingyun's stomach was full of all kinds of meat. He didn't want to support himself and found a seemingly reasonable excuse.

Yang Mengmeng's little face showed that she was not very happy. She pouted her cherry-red mouth and said, "Tomorrow is the Lantern Festival, and they will go to the capital the day after tomorrow, so she postponed the class reunion in the afternoon and went home to make this table of your favorite dishes. He was busy in the kitchen for hours and almost burned with oil.

Murong Qingyun, who was depressed, saw at a glance that the good dishes on the table were deliberately prepared for himself, but he really couldn't hold many goods in his stomach. If he had known that Yang Mengmeng would go to the kitchen in person, he would have eaten some food on Bai Bing's side. I'm afraid he will really fail the beauty of the little girl.

"For a long time, you, a dead girl with no conscience, is specially made for the stinky boy to forget me, an old woman." Murong Qiuwei put down her chopsticks and took a sip of freshly squeezed orange juice and said, "I usually love you so much, but as a result, there is still only him in your heart, without me."

Yang Mengmeng saw that her mother-in-law was a little jealous and hurriedly explained, "Mom, they will forget you there!" I haven't specially cooked dishes for you that suit your taste, and those dishes haven't been served yet. You are obviously wronging others! I would rather forget the annoying person who often bullies others than my mother who loves me the most.

"Dead girl, her mouth is getting sweeter and sweeter, and she is more and more coaxing." Murong Qiuwei smiled and said, "Bad boy, your daughter-in-law went to the kitchen specially for you, so you don't appreciate her? The old woman is in your light to have this meal.

"Mom, I hate it the most." Yang Mengmeng got up and said coquettishly, "They must have cooked your favorite dishes, so don't make me! It's almost time. I'll bring it out for you now, so as not to blame others!"

After saying that, two Filipino maids followed her into the kitchen. For a moment, the three of them walked into the restaurant with a dish. Sure enough, the three dishes are Murong Qiuwei's usual favorite dishes, so she was in a good mood and praised the little girl repeatedly. Yang Mengmeng is happier. After all, her mother-in-law's praise is the recognition of her ability as a daughter-in-law.

Murong Qiuwei is rude and has a big appetite. After all, the little girl's craftsmanship is really good. In addition to her good craftsmanship, more importantly, she knows her own heart. Murong Qiuwei prefers vegetarian food and light food, so Yang Mengmeng carefully cooked three exquisite and delicious dishes for her. Not only do the three dishes sell well, but the nutritional combination is also reasonable.

Murong Qiuwei is a woman who has seen the world and opened her eyes, so she can see that the little girl is very careful to cook these three delicious and nutritious dishes for herself. These three dishes also have the effect of beauty and beauty, which is very suitable for women. The two chefs of Murong's family saw Yang Mengmeng's cooking skills for the first time and thought that she was a genius in this industry.

All the servants are more convinced that this family is really extraordinary, and every family member is a dragon and phoenix among people. At first, someone once looked down on Yang Mengmeng. Today, they immediately changed their views. After all, the little girl showed them a small hand this time to prove that she could marry into Murong's family, not only good life and vase.

"Mom, is it delicious?" Yang Mengmeng saw Murong Qiuwei move her chopsticks and eagerly hoped to get her approval.

"Very good. I'll give you eight points, nine points and eight points for these three dishes. Murong Qiuwei pointed to three dishes and smiled.

"Oye, long live my mother." Yang Mengmeng was overjoyed and said, "You are a gourmet. It's good to say it's good. It's not like someone who is chewing peonies at all. I don't know what it's like.

Murong Qingyun is not a person who doesn't know how to distinguish good things, but he is really full on Bai Bing's side. If you put a dragon meat in front of you, you won't be very interested. After all, if your stomach is full, your desire will be relatively small. If you don't eat for three days, a hard stone-like bread will be regarded as delicious. He can't tell the truth, so as not to attract the interrogation of the little girl.

She always cares to ask, what kind of food do those people eat when they go there to eat with you... Yang Mengmeng will ask in detail. If she notices that something is wrong, she will definitely be wrong. If her words are a little heavier, she will definitely cry and cry and call him a heartless man. In order to be clean and not to cause necessary trouble, men are also forced by women to lie.

Murong Qingyun tried his best to take two bites and objectively commented, "Well, your craftsmanship has improved again. It's an extremely happy thing to have such a beautiful wife by my side. My eyes can not only be beautiful and delicious, but also my tongue can enjoy the delicious food in the world.

"Dinner time, the love words of your young couple are still waiting for dinner and go back to the bedroom slowly." Murong Qiuwei said with great interest: "You and I are so affectionate; there are many feelings, as hot as fire; twist a piece of mud, shape me, break the two of us together, and mix it with water; twist another you and mold another me. You are in my mud, and I am in your mud; I am the same as you and die.

"If they remember correctly, my mother should have read "My Words" by the Yuan Dynasty." Yang Mengmeng looked at Murong Qingyun and said meaningfully, "Her husband Zhao Mengfu wanted to take a concubine, so he wrote this clear word for persuasion. Because of this clear word, Zhao Mengfu gave up the idea of having a concubine.

Murong Qingyun buried himself in eating vegetables, pretending not to be clear at all, didn't know, and ignored everything she said. Zhao Mengfu doesn't accept concubines, which has nothing to do with himself. It's his business that he wants a high character, and he dares to love and hate. Since you really like a beautiful woman, try to take care of her.

Yang Mengmeng saw that he didn't say anything and understood that he was pretending to be stupid. He recalled, "At that time, Zhao Mengfu made a song to signal his wife to rise. Anyway, I don't think the song he made is very similar.

"Woman, since you have a memory, just say it and listen to it." Murong Qiuwei wanted to guide her to speak to her son.

Yang Mengmeng meditated for a while and said with a rather serious expression, "My bachelor, Mrs. Er. Don't you hear: Tao has peach leaves and peach roots, and Su has morning clouds and evening clouds. It's not too much for me to marry a few Wu Ji and Yue girls. You are over 40 years old, just occupy Yutangchun.

A song by Zhao Mengfu fully reflects Murong Qingyun's current mentality. That's what I mean. Yang Mengmeng will always be the position of his wife, but he still wants to find a few outhouses. After listening to the little girl's thoughts, he still didn't say a word and forced himself not to accept concubines. There was no way. Murong Qingyun, an extremely smart person, can't be fooled like this.

Murong Qiuwei wants to use this matter to beat her son. Don't go too much. After all, she already has a beautiful and virtuous wife. Don't spend all day long. Yang Mengmeng wants to fully express her dissatisfaction with this matter. If the prodigal son can turn back, it will be the most perfect result. If this is impossible, let his heart always have this string.

"Bad boy, don't worry about eating. You should still come and express your opinion. Murong Qiuwei further lured him to take a stand.

"No comments, good words, good songs." Murong Qingyun raised his head and exofed himself: "Sure enough, he is an ancient celebrity, and his realm is elegant. I, a mortal, don't have their realm. The common people should do the things of the common people.

Yang Mengmeng's heart has been scolded for a long time. She knew that he was not clear about his inner meaning, but obviously pretended to be stupid to excuse what he had done. I understand the meaning of his words: I am a layman, so it is reasonable to "get a concubine". Although the little girl is a little angry, it is not convenient to show it in front of the servants. She can only put up with a knife on her heart for the time being. After I went back to the bedroom with him, I slowly settled the accounts with him.