Chapter 251 Lantern Festival

Murong Qingyun, who went to the bedroom and smoked a cigarette, walked downstairs slowly. The first person he saw was Yang Mengmeng. He sensed the aggrieved look on the little girl's face, which was obviously reprimanded. I don't want to provoke her, so that she won't vent her anger on him. Murong Qingyun sat calmly and calmly on the sofa and continued to eat biscuits.

Yang's mother is a woman who is used to working, so she decided to make sweet dumplings in person. Although Murong Qiuwei is not used to doing housework, she accompanies her to work. There were only a couple left in the living room, and the two puppies felt that the little girl was unhappy. They looked at each other and ran out quickly. They don't want to be tools for their owners to vent their anger.

Yang Mengmeng sat next to Murong Qingyun and stared at him and said, "He has just been criticized by his mother. He said that I shouldn't talk about your bullying from time to time, and that I'm becoming more and more unruly.

Murong Qingyun continued to eat biscuits while listening to her talk about her misfortune. He kept his ears to listen to Yang Mengmeng, and his mouth was used to eat biscuits. I won't express any opinion so as not to quarrel with her. After tonight, the little girl will fly far away from the capital. She wants to keep a good mood and have a good night to make the little girl think of her brother.

When Yang Mengmeng saw that he only ate biscuits and didn't say anything, he said anxiously, "Do you hear me when they talk to you?"

"Water..." Murong Qingyun chewed and swallowed the biscuits in his mouth, felt his mouth dry, and ordered the little girl beside him to say.

Yang Mengmeng immediately got up and ran into the kitchen and took out a bottle of Icelandic iceberg melt water from the refrigerator for him. Without saying a word, he directly unscrewed the lid and drank it. She massaged his back for fear that her man would chop water. Yang Mengmeng cares about him very much. After all, the deeper she loves him, the more she cares about him.

Murong Qingyun finished drinking the water in one breath and felt a little cold in his body. He twisted the lid of the empty bottle again and said with a smile, "My wife is virtuous. She runs away with water for me."

Yang Mengmeng suddenly became alert and said with a smile, "Are you praising me or mocking me?"

"I obviously praise you!" Murong Qingyun hugged her horizontally with both hands, put her on her legs, and joked.

Yang Mengmeng looked in the direction of the kitchen. After all, her two mothers were baking dumplings in the kitchen. They wanted to feel like a family, so they didn't ask outsiders to help. If her own mother sees the two doing "indevil" things in broad daylight, I'm afraid she will have to be taught again. The little girl's heart can't resist Murong Qingyun's gentleness to her. When I hesitated, I was once again taken advantage of by the bad guy.

"Damn, don't do this, okay?" Yang Mengmeng protested without any action. Her little mouth moved and said, "My mother will definitely say it again when she sees us like this. She is so biased that you can't do anything.

Murong Qingyun raised her chin with his right index finger, lowered his head to peck her small cherry red mouth, with a bad smile on his face, and said with Peking Opera's voice, "Madam, why don't we go back to the bedroom to make out, and then come down for dinner."

Yang Mengmeng gently tapped his forehead and scolded with a smile, "I'm intimate with you. Dead virtue, full of bad thoughts.

He struggled twice and slowly jumped down from his arms. Standing not far from Murong Qingyun, he tidyed up his clothes and long hair, bit his lower lip, and rolled his eyes at him with a little shy expression. She sorted it out very carefully and didn't want to be talked about by her mother again. It's really troublesome to be a daughter.

Murong Qiuwei walked into the living room and happened to see Yang Mengmeng tidying up her clothes. She smiled and said, "Come and eat sweet dumplings. Later, you can go back to the bedroom and make out slowly. Hey...look what are you tired of?"

Yang Mengmeng's little face slowly blushed, felt a burst of spicy shouting, and whispered, "Mom, we don't... it's not what you think. Well, it's all the fault of the nuisance.

After saying that, he buried his head and quickly walked to the kitchen. Murong Qiuwei refers to her son and smiles without saying a word. Murong Qingyun shrugged his shoulders at his mother, looked indifferent, and then walked into the restaurant with her. Yang Mengmeng is helping Yang's mother.

Murong Qingyun found the right place to sit down, while Yang Mengmeng put a steaming bowl of sweet dumplings in front of Murong Qiuwei. After turning around, she put the second bowl of steaming sweet dumplings in front of him. The little girl went back and forth four times before arranging the family's sweet dumplings.

The four of them sat down separately, said some auspicious words to each other, and then picked up their spoons and started. Murong Qingyun obviously felt that handmade sweet dumplings were much better than buying frozen food and swallowed them with a big appetite. Yang's mother hurriedly called him to eat slowly for fear that he would swallow unnecessary things. After all, there were some small things in the sweet dumplings.

Murong Qingyun quickly bit a one-yuan coin. Knowing that this was an auspicious word to make a fortune, he laughed and put the coin on the table. After a while, Yang Mengmeng ate a dumpling with red dates. The little girl's pretty face turned red again. After all, she knew that her mother wanted her to have a son early. With her head down and silent, she soon bit the sweet dumplings wrapped in longan.

"Little girl, you have to work hard!" Murong Qiuwei put down the heavy spoon and said with a smile, "Your mother and I hope to hold a big fat boy at this time next year. Our Murong family wants people to prosper.

Yang Mengmeng's little face was more red. It clearly felt as if it was going to burn. She buried her head lower and glanced at Murong Qingyun next to her. He was leisurely, without any embarrassment, and ate glutinous rice balls. The hope of the two mothers is exactly what he hopes. I'm afraid that the little girl will grow up when she has a child. After all, as a mother, she should look like a mother. If she is still a little girl's virtue, she can only accept her fate.

"I will work very hard to ensure that you can get what you want." Murong Qingyun made an oath.

Yang Mengmeng had a red face, bit her little lip, glanced at him, and said shyly, "I hate it. When I want you to take a stand, don't take a stand. When you don't need to express your position, what are you in a hurry to express? Don't say anything, don't say anything."