Chapter 370 Brother and Sister

No one around is shocked by the intimacy of Yang Mengmeng and Murong Qingyun. After all, the name of the little girl is really too loud. Holding Yang Mengmeng in his arms, he suddenly felt unnatural. This is in China, so Western-style openness is completely unsuitable for its national conditions. Murong Qingyun, who controlled her emotions, let go of her and coughed twice, maintaining the introversion that Chinese men should have.

Yang Mengmeng, who was happy for a while, forgot the situation around her. Wherever she looked, she could always see the surprised eyes of the alumni. Slightly blushing, she stood still and maintained the reservedness that a lady should have. The little girl is quite happy in her heart. Seeing her own man is a reason, and more importantly, she is already pregnant. She only told Murong Qiuwei this big good news herself, and others still knew nothing about it.

"It seems that you don't have class, so I'll take the princess to your palace!" Murong Qingyun slightly imitated the aristocratic etiquette of medieval Europe and smiled and said, "Give me the car key. Please let me drive for you in person."

Yang Mengmeng laughed and said, "Be by my side, and I won't let you suffer losses. However, you have to wait for me by the car first. I need to go back to the dormitory to get the car keys and change my clothes to leave with you.

Murong Qingyun's 'really troublesome' has not been said yet, and she drifted away with a gust of fragrant wind. Helplessly, he had to walk towards the sports car, leaning on the car and waiting patiently for her. I suddenly felt that there was a kind of monkey in the zoo, and the students in the past couldn't help looking at him with all kinds of emotions. Many people have begun to speculate about the relationship between this strange man and Yang Mengmeng?

Murong Qingyun, who was tired of standing, suddenly sat on the cover of the car, lit his favorite cigarette, and smoked it leisurely. I really don't know when the little girl will be ready? Although waiting for girls is an obligation that boys should fulfill, he feels that they are already husband and wife, and there is no need to be false at all. Murong Qingyun's action of sitting in front of the supercar attracted the envy of countless people. He didn't think too much, but felt that his legs were a little tired of waiting for others.

Yang Mengmeng, who changed a new suit, heard a little noise downstairs, so he stood on the balcony curiously to see what was going on. At this point of view, I don't get angry. Born from the grassroots, she knows how to cherish objects very well. As long as they are objects they like, no matter how high or low they are, the price is, and they are treated equally.

Yang Mengmeng, standing by the balcony, looked down at Murong Qingyun and raised his voice and said, "Devil, it's not easy for you to sit there. Why do you have to sit on the front cover of someone else's car? Come down quickly and sit next to me."

Murong Qingyun smoked two puffs of cigarettes in a hurry, spit out a cloud, raised his head, and said lightly, "Whenever you come down, I will come down. At worst, the front cover of this car was found by me. Ha..."

Yang Mengmeng, who stamped her feet angrily, quickly returned to the dormitory, picked up her favorite bag, and hurriedly put on her shoes. Tian Feifei felt that her husband was a lovely man. After all, she did not feel his pretentious noble atmosphere. The mouth of the little girl who left the dormitory was the immoral behavior that had begun to curse Murong Qingyun.

Yang Mengmeng came to Murong Qingyun in three steps and two steps. Her pretty face was as cold as frost. She pounded him hard and pulled him down hard and said, "I hate it so much. You know how to bully others. If you can't bully me, you can't wait to bully my car. I will report all your behavior to my mother.

The onlookers suddenly realized in an instant that the two were not boyfriend and girlfriend but their own brothers and sisters, otherwise Yang Mengmeng would not have shouted out the words of 'mother's complaint'. However, the appearance gap between the two is too big. After all, the sister is too beautiful, and the brother is too ordinary. For boys, appearance is not very important. The trend of today's era is whether men are handsome or not, mainly depends on their pockets.

Murong Qingyun was pulled down by Yang Mengmeng. Angrily, she carefully checked the front cover of the car he had sat on and found no distortion. She slowly put down her hanging heart and threw the car key to him. The girl, who was still worried, checked carefully again.

Murong Qingyun, who got the car key, said with an indifferent face, "You get what you pay for. I believe that your broken car will not be broken by my buttocks. If it is really broken, the factory in Denmark should have closed down.

Yang Mengmeng rolled her eyes at him and said three words in her mouth, "Lost."

Murong Qingyun, who pretended not to hear, shook his head and sat in the driving position. After repeatedly checking the front cover of his car, Yang Mengmeng slowly sat on the co-pilot's seat. Shrugging his shoulders twice, he launched a sports car, controlled it at a certain speed, and drove to the Murong family's palace in the capital. There is a GPS navigation system in the car, so he will definitely not lose his way if he is not familiar with the road.

Murong Qingyun, who was dedicated to driving, was still exhausted by Yang Mengmeng's broken thoughts beside his ears. He didn't listen to what she was saying at all? He hummed the song and continued to drive in a disregarded way. After his street passage, it didn't take much time to get to the sky-high real estate in the capital.

Murong Qingyun, who parked the car, took Yang Mengmeng to take the elevator to the 14th floor. The little girl has been in the capital for a long time, so she has heard of the first building in the capital. She was very happy with a little joy on her face. After all, he knew that he felt sorry for himself. He rang the doorbell and waited for less than a minute before a Filipino maid opened the door. She expressed her respect for the two hosts in her words and movements, and welcomed them home together.

Yang Mengmeng, who walked into the house, was completely dumbfounded. Two words repeatedly appear in my mind: noble and luxurious. She found that it was bigger than her hometown in Hedong. She can already tell that all the decorations here are all good things at a glance. The little girl can see that the decoration style here is what her mother-in-law likes, not her husband likes. Her head suddenly lit up a lot, and she suddenly understood the usefulness of the house.

"Your Highness, are you satisfied?" Murong Qingyun bent down, with one hand on his chest and the other hand behind him.

Yang Mengmeng, who was walking leisurely, said calmly while visiting his new home: "It's not bad."

Murong Qingyun continued to play the identity of a slave and said, "Your praise is the greatest reward and praise for me."

When Yang Mengmeng opened her mouth to say something, her mobile phone kept ringing, so she slowly sat on the sofa and answered the phone. This person is not someone else, but a female friend who is her sister on campus. The phone did not beat around the bush and directly asked some questions that made her feel inexplicable. A little overwhelmed, she answered all kinds of incomprehensible questions vaguely.

When Yang Mengmeng hung up the phone, her single female friends in sister Tao called her one by one to ask if her brother was single? How old are you? ...And so on. Murong Qingyun and Yang Mengmeng's intimate communication at Huaxia Media University has spread rapidly on campus. The little girl's various fashionable material equipment have made many girls jealous. Since she has no same-sex hobbies, her brother is the target in the eyes of women.

Yang Mengmeng, who answered a lot of phone calls, finally understood what was going on. Instead of explaining this misunderstanding at the first time, he actively recommended Murong Qingyun to them. An interesting idea suddenly came up in her heart. The little girl wants to hold a sister party in her new home. She wants to know how her man is determined?

At this time, Murong Qingyun did not know the badness in Yang Mengmeng's stomach. She finally found him after putting down the phone, so she told him the idea of the party. Murong Qingyun did not express any objection. After all, she is also the hostess of this family and has the right to do this thing.

Yang Mengmeng put her hands around his neck, raised her one leg back, and smiled sweetly, "I know you're the best for me!"

Murong Qingyun, who held her waist with both hands, smiled bitterly and said, "You change your face quickly. Not long ago, you went to your mother to complain, but now you praise your brother.

"It's normal for women to be fickle." Yang Mengmeng said rationally, "We have the right to be changeable."

Murong Qingyun, who didn't want to mess with her, broke the little girl's hands and left her sight. Yang Mengmeng stood in front of the viewing window with her hands crossed in front of her chest, pressed her right index finger on her chin, and looked thoughtfully into the distance. I look much better than a nuisance. Why do people regard him as their own brother? From another perspective, Yang Mengmeng is happy that she and Murong Qingyun are husband and wife.

Yang Mengmeng's female friends are eager to try and want to be Murong Qingyun's girlfriends. In such a rich family, speculators all want to bite this fat meat. If you are lucky, marrying him means endless glory and wealth. Although they have a good family background, they still maintain their own levels in the circle of fame and fortune. If you want to be regarded as the protagonist by everyone, then your family and reputation are an indispensable measure. The longer you stay in this circle, the deeper the poisoning will be, so it is even more inseparable from the extremely beautiful illusory feeling.