Chapter 250 Lantern Festival

Murong Qingyun has always coaxed women in the most direct and caring way, so Yang Mengmeng was loved by him three times. The little girl still said mercilessly that he was a pervert and so on. Although it is winter, Murong Qingyun is so tired that he is sweating. After all, the two people practice together. Men have always been responsible for heavy physical work, and women only need to lie flat and enjoy it. If she has a physical contribution, it should be the sound she makes when she is about to reach the highest place. Every time, she shouted so emotionally, and he was always so ecstatic.

Today's Lantern Festival is always to eat sweet dumplings. At 9:20 tomorrow morning, Yang Mengmeng will leave Hedong City by plane. She really wanted to leave herself, which made Murong Qingyun really reluctant. After all, the little girl had never left her. Since they met, they have seen each other every day. If he gets up the next day and doesn't see her, he won't be used to it for a while. Yang Mengmeng has become an indispensable part of his life.

Last night, Murong Qingyun served her very well and made her wake up by kissing him. Yang Mengmeng felt French romance, and he suddenly congratulated that she was leaving tomorrow and could sleep soundly. He knew that he could no longer sleep, so he simply got up. After all, Yang's mother would come to eat sweet dumplings. Bai Bing originally intended to let herself go to her place to eat soup dumplings, but he put it off at some point of saying that, otherwise he would have to run at both ends and eat the same thing.

After the young couple finished grooming, they walked out of the building hand in hand. Murong Qiuwei did not go to the company and sat in the living room and chatted with Yang's mother. As long as she does not make major strategic mistakes, it is difficult for Deep Blue Group to have a huge crisis. With her wisdom and shrewdness, I'm afraid this may not happen.

They saw that their elders were there, so they naturally needed to greet the two mothers. Yang's mother taught them a lesson without hesitation. Young people already have the vitality of young people, and they always sleep late. Murong Qingyun felt that he got up much earlier than many times when he was fine, and his whole expression remained modest and teaching.

Yang Mengmeng felt that her mother was a little annoying and casually defended a few words, which attracted more severe criticism. Although her mood is not getting worse, she just can't stand the way Murong Qingyun gloates beside her. Once again, the little girl was very unreasonable and blamed all this on him. The reason why I got up late is his fault. I have to toss her at night, otherwise I won't sleep for a long time.

Murong Qiuwei, who was drinking tea, almost laughed and teased the little girl in a good mood and said, "Then let me ask you, how many times did the stinky boy toss you last night? Tell me honestly that I will do justice for you."

Yang Mengmeng didn't think about it and replied directly: "Three times. Every time, the people he bullies are very hard.

Murong Qiuwei with tea in her hand laughed, while Yang's mother pointed at her awkwardly and counted down. Murong Qingyun, standing next to Yang Mengmeng, looked left and right, pretending not to know her. I immediately realized that I should not talk about their boudoir, so my whole face suddenly turned red, like a big ripe apple.

Yang Mengmeng walked to Murong Qiuwei and sat down, flattened her little mouth, and said coquettishly, "Mom is bad. You shouldn't make fun of others! Obviously, he is bad, but his fault, but I have become the object of your ridicule. It's really unfair.

"Our little girl still knows how to be shy!" Murong Qiuwei, who put down the teacup, put her arms in her arms and said happily.

"Dead girl, you are becoming less and less like alike." Yang's mother said to her with a serious expression.

Murong Qingyun sat down with an awkward expression and found biscuits and other dry goods from the snack basket. Although he is the hero in this story, he has maintained a certain calm. He tore open the bag, took out the biscuits and ate them. The two puppies probably smelled the fragrance and ran over happily, waiting for the owner's reward.

Murong Qingyun continued to eat the biscuits in his hand when they didn't exist. They not only slandered, but also drooled in their mouths. They squatted on the floor and looked up at him. The two little guys got to keep a certain distance from him and were afraid of being spoofed by him. Yang Mengmeng naturally couldn't stand it. He summoned the names of the two little guys, tore off the packaging bags, took out the biscuits imported from Europe, and threw them in front of them. Sure enough, Zhu Bajie ate the fruits of life and swallowed them before tasting them at all, and their tails had shaken so much that they were about to shake off their buttocks.

"These two dogs are really good at coaxing." Yang's mother looked at them very interestingly and said with a smile on her face, "As the saying goes, dogs eat bones, but why do your dogs like to eat biscuits?"

"These two dogs have not been spoiled by our daughter. She throws out some of what she eats, so the two little guys are as delicious as her. Murong Qiuwei smiled shallowly and explained.

Yang's mother shook her head and was speechless to her daughter. She has always known that Murong Qiuwei spoiled Yang Mengmeng more than herself. Since she has married into the Murong family, it's hard to say. After all, she is from the Murong family. In Yang's traditional concept, dogs only eat leftovers and leftovers left by people. Just now, I ate this kind of imported biscuit, which was really delicious. It's a pity for the little girl to feed the dog.

Yang Mengmeng used biscuits as a reward to let the two puppies perform the program for everyone. Since there are material rewards, they are jubilant performances. This performance really made the three women very happy. Murong Qingyun was annoyed when he saw them. Every time he washed their hair, he had to use half a bottle of Haifei silk. I can't say it myself, so as not to provoke the little girl's unhappiness.

Yang Mengmeng is happy and inevitably throws cookies to reward them. Yang's mother felt that it was a pity. After all, people can't eat it, but let the dog eat it. She suddenly recalled the news on TV that dogs had more appearances and marriages than people, and even asked people to apologize to dogs. In fact, Yang's mother understands that everything that happened is not as high as the dog owner's ideology and morality. Or in their ideology, some people are not as good as dogs. What makes her most confused is why God let these guys approve a human skin and give a beastly heart.

Murong Qiuwei is a master of observation. In order to protect Yang Mengmeng from being scolded, she consciously said, "These imported biscuits are not much more expensive than domestic biscuits. In everyone's consciousness, it is believed that imported goods must be good and expensive, so it misleads domestic consumers.

Yang's mother understood that she was protecting the little girl, and it was not good to accuse her in front of her in-laws. She smiled and said, "My daughter can meet such a good mother-in-law as you. I don't know how many blessings she has been in her previous life?"

"Don't be so polite. It is his convincing that the stinky boy can marry such an understanding girl as Mengmeng. Murong Qiuwei said politely, "My son has a lot of bad habits. I'm afraid that only the little girl has a good temper to endure it."

"Yes, it's his blessing to marry me, not my convincing." Yang Mengmeng got up in a super good mood and smiled sweetly, "In front of the two mothers, you have to make a promise not to bully others again and listen to me in everything. Our family is the heroine's politics, so you can't break this good rule.

Murong Qingyun knew the truth of what she said. After all, it was Qiu Wei who had the final say. However, she is unwilling to promise her this privilege, pretending to have a stomachache and need to go to the toilet. He covered his stomach with his hands and hurried upstairs. Yang Mengmeng knew it was fake as soon as she looked at him. She hummed twice and scolded the two words 'slippery', which made the two mothers look at each other and laugh.

"Little girl, do you want to be the head of the family in the future?" Murong Qiuwei asked him with a smile.

Yang Mengmeng shook her head desperately and waved her hand and said, "Mom, don't misunderstand. I don't mean to change shifts to seize power. I just want to control him so that he can't do whatever he wants. People think he is getting worse and worse.

"Tomorrow, you will go out for the first time." Murong Qiuwei smiled elegantly and said, "If you can complete what I told you, I won't necessarily give you the power of the whole family."

"In-laws, don't listen to her nonsense." Yang's mother hurriedly accused the little girl and said, "There are no big or small, and there are no rules. Can you decide this family? All the big and small things of the Murong family will always be decided by the person surnamed Murong.

"Don't blame the children. Just now, my words were very serious. Murong Qiuwei took her rough hand and smiled.

Yang Mengmeng quickly climbed on the pole and defended herself: "They are just joking. The head of this family will always be Qiu Wei's mother. I won't take a step over the thunder pool."

"It's no big deal. Don't take this matter so seriously." Murong Qiuwei smiled very open-mindedly and said, "The little girl can really take care of this family. I am still very happy. The old woman always dies in front of them.

Yang Mengmeng quickly sat next to her, hugged her tightly, shook her head and said, "Mom will definitely live a long life. With you, the nuisance dare not bully others unscrupulously.

"Dead girl, you are always bullied with green clouds hanging on your mouth." Yang's mother was really a little upset and said, "What did Qingyun bully you? Did he beat you or scold you? You are born in happiness and do not know happiness. Life is so comfortable that you are becoming more and more speechless and sensible. If you don't know what's good or bad, don't blame me for cleaning you up by yourself.