Chapter 4 Financial Power

Murong Qingyun judged from Yang Mengmeng's very persistent eyes that her financial power was not a child's play. The two have known each other for more than ten years, and this is the first time he has seen her have such persistent eyes. Murong Qingyun knew that handing over the financial power of the family was equivalent to handing over half of his life and life freedom. Yang Mengmeng's posture is very difficult if she doesn't hold something for her. Although it is only one percent possible, he still wants to make 100 percent of his efforts.

Murong Qingyun put down the chopsticks in his hand and held a small hand stretched out to him by Yang Mengmeng. His eyes were full of tenderness, his smile was extremely bright, and his voice was very gentle: "Meng Meng, don't be so vulgar, okay? If you want to buy anything, just tell me and I promise to buy it for you.

Yang Mengmeng originally did not want family financial power at all. After all, she is still a quite traditional woman. She thinks that her man should control the overall situation. Three hours ago, Murong Qiuwei taught her daughter-in-law-to-be that she must take Murong Qingyun's financial power, otherwise Yang Mengmeng would never control her son. Zhizi Mo Ruo's mother, Murong Qiuwei absolutely knows what kind of person her son is better than Yang Mengmeng. Everything she has done is for Yang Mengmeng.

Yang Mengmeng saw that Murong Qingyun was so sincere and softened his heart and wanted to give up his requirements for family finance. Suddenly, an idea flashed in his mind, and Murong Qiuwei's advice echoed in his ears. In any case, he should take the financial power from his hands and must not be deceived by his rhetoric.

Yang Mengmeng's beautiful little face turned red as if she had made a mistake and muttered, "Don't get me wrong. I'm not such a vulgar and snobbish girl. My mother asked me to do this."

"Is it your mother or my mother, I ask you to do so." Murong Qingyun asked in surprise.

"Qiu Wei's mother asked everyone to give me the family's financial power, otherwise you would do something wrong to me." Yang Mengmeng was full of the feeling of betraying people and felt very guilty.

Murong Qingyun immediately realized that he did not give the economic power to Yang Mengmeng, and Murong Qiuwei would also ask him directly for it, and then transfer it to Yang Mengmeng for management. He once thought that Murong Qiuwei was not his own mother. Forty-five-year-old Murong Qiuwei looks only in her early thirties, and she usually either has no makeup or only wears light makeup, and has never used complicated skin care products and cosmetics. She was born with a "stainless steel" face, which often makes Yang Mengmeng sigh.

When the mother and son are together, outsiders often mistake Murong Qiuwei for Murong Qingyun's sister, so Murong Qingyun simply called his mother "Sister Qiu Wei". Murong Qiuwei was not angry, but also very happy. A woman's age needs to be kept confidential as much as a man's property. The only difference is that women's age should be talked about, while men's wealth should be talked about upwards.

Murong Qiuwei at the level of disaster made Murong Qingyun think about a problem over and over again. His biological father should be a great man, otherwise his mother will absolutely look down on him. Maybe he is a rich businessman, maybe a politician, maybe... In a word, with Murong Qiuwei's appearance, insight, conversation and so on, Murong Qingyun can be completely impressed. Outside, he absolutely didn't believe what she said: his biological father was just an ordinary person. Further questioning, her mother always used 'he died' to prevaricate herself, but for so many years, she has never taken herself to the grave.

"Dream, we don't have this. I will be good to you all my life." Murong Qingyun kissed Yang Mengmeng's finger like a young bamboo shoot.

Yang Mengmeng was on the verge of giving up and said distressed, "Why don't you talk to your mother?"

Murong Qingyun knew that if he had a chance of winning with his mother, the chance of winning was almost zero. It would be better to hand over part of the financial power, otherwise he would not even get a straw by Qiu Wei's whirlwind. With extreme sadness, he pulled out an ICBC savings card from his wallet and handed it to Yang Mengmeng, but he did not let go and said, "Dream, 200 yuan per month's pocket money is not enough for me to smoke. Why don't you give me more?"

"How much do you want?" Yang Mengmeng tried his best to drag the bank card over and asked Murong Qingyun.

"I can get 1318 oceans after deducting five social insurances and one housing fund from my monthly salary. How about half of each of us?" Murong Qingyun looked at Yang Mengmeng with pitiful eyes.

"Honey, they can't make the decision! Mom asked me to only give you so much, and said that the school sometimes found that the ocean would give you a bonus, or the rewards for the New Year's holiday were enough for you to spend!" Yang Mengmeng said in an apologetic tone.

"Qiu Wei is not my mother, but your mother! Is there a mother who helps her daughter-in-law calculate her own son? Murong Qingyun sighed about his life and did not let go of his right hand holding the bank card.

You pulled the two over, and I dragged them over. One person wants it, but the other doesn't want to give it. Yang Mengmeng stepped on Murong Qingyun's foot in a hurry, which made him shout "Ouch" and let go of his hand reflexively. The salary card fell into her hands in this way. Murong Qiuwei asked Yang Mengmeng to get all Murong Qingyun's private money in her hands for unified management, but she was still soft-hearted and did not further force and deprive him.

Yang Mengmeng suddenly had a sense of achievement of the winner and comforted Murong Qingyun, "Husband, I won't spend money indiscriminately. You can rest assured. People will spend every penny on the blade.

Murong Qingyun looked at Yang Mengmeng helplessly and knew that she would tell herself that it was a "blade" when she bought anything. She smiled bitterly and said, "You can spend whatever you want!" Men make money for women!"

Yang Mengmeng smiled and kissed Murong Qingyun's right face and said repeatedly, "I knew that I didn't choose the wrong man at the beginning. My husband is the best, my husband is the best, and my husband is quacking.

Murong Qingyun involuntarily learned the voice of the toad and called twice. Yang Mengmeng was suddenly amused by him. It seemed that the toad really ate the smell of swan meat. Ugly ducklings have a day to become white swans, so toads also have a chance to become toad immortals. At that time, he is not an ordinary toad, but a toad monster worshipped and worshipped.

Murong Qingyun wanted to further strive for more pocket money. He looked at Yang Mengmeng affectionately and said, "Meng, I'm really pitiful. I haven't seen the bonus or something that Sister Qiu Wei told you at all. 10 yuan a pack of cloud smoke costs 300 yuan a month. You don't want me to go back to the Red River when I was a student, right? Drink water, eat...what should I do?"

Yang Mengmeng played with the bank card in her hand and pouted, "It's really pitiful!"

"As long as you know." Murong Qingyun nodded like a chicken pecking rice.

"I promise to feed you well, drink water and eat. If you think it will lose face if you draw 5 yuan a bag of Red River, then you can quit it! They also care about your body, so as not to say that I don't care about you. Yang Mengmeng said with a serious face.

Quitting smoking is as difficult as quitting eating. Murong Qingyun knows very well that there is no way to continue communicating with Yang Mengmeng on this issue. After all, she has been brainwashed by Sister Qiu Wei. The boat is naturally straight to the head of the bridge, and there must be a road before the car reaches the mountain. He can only think of other ways to make money, otherwise he will really become "gasoculitis". At present, he will never use the money in the stock market for consumption.

Murong Qingyun told himself that even if this matter was over, he picked up his chopsticks again and continued to eat without any psychological burden. Yang Mengmeng has a special sense of achievement and is extremely happy to pick up dishes for Murong Qingyun. He believes that with Murong Qiuwei, a powerful support and military division, he will have a good life.

Half an hour later, the two of them were already full. Murong Qingyun raised his legs and left the dining table, sat on the sofa, lit a cigarette, leaned obliquely, held the remote control in his hand, and changed the channel lazily. Yang Mengmeng saw that his enjoyment was silent, willingly cleaned up the table, and then went to the kitchen to wash the dishes. She hummed popular songs while washing dishes.

Murong Qiuwei and Yang's mother discussed things very smoothly and walked into the living room with a smile. Murong Qiuwei saw her son sitting watching TV like a young master and said lukewarmly, "Comrade Murong Qingyun, can you have the heart to let your daughter-in-law wash dishes in the kitchen on a hot day? You are very comfortable blowing the fan.

After dinner, Murong Qingyun, who was free like a fairy, argued, "Xiao Yang took the initiative to go to the kitchen to wash the dishes. Say that I worked hard and let me rest.

Yang Mengmeng heard a noisy sound in the outer room, poked her head out of the kitchen and looked at everyone confusedly. Murong Qingyun spit out a smoke ring and continued to sophistry, "Sister Qiu Wei, if you don't believe it, you can ask Xiao Yang if she volunteered to wash dishes?"

Murong Qiuwei looked at Yang Mengmeng and asked her to tell the truth, but Yang Mengmeng hummed hard at Murong Qingyun, "They are not willing to do it. Will you take the initiative to wash the dishes?"

"Dream, don't accommodate him in everything. In this way, you will spoil him." Murong Qiuwei shook her head.

"It's just a small matter. Mengmeng should wash the dishes!" Yang's mother played a round road.

Yang Mengmeng pouted and protested to Yang's mother, "I'm your own daughter!" Why did you stand on the side of the nuisance and bully your daughter with him?

"Dead girl, don't you just wash the dishes? Is it so difficult? You don't have to wash it. I'll wash it!" Yang's mother laughed and scolded.

"I can't ask for it. They have been waiting for you to say this sentence. Yang Mengmeng spit out her little tongue and made a grimace.

Yang's mother repeatedly said, "The dead girl is getting more and more unruly", rolled up her sleeves and walked into the kitchen, intending to wash the remaining dishes.