Chapter 9 White-eyed Wolf

The son is as quiet as his mother. Murong Qiuwei's purpose of breaking that layer of window paper is to knock his son. After all, young people are easy to be carried away by victory. Murong Qiuwei's attitude towards her son's men and women is still quite contradictory, allowing him to have N women, but she is the only one who recognizes Yang Mengmeng. In the long struggle between mother and son, she not only honed Murong Qingyun's mind, but also suppressed his self-expanding heart.

Murong Qingyun was not scraped to the ground by his mother, and he must be full of joy. Although I have cheated on my mind and want to have 72 concubines in the three palaces and six courtyards like many men, my body and actions are still very honest for the time being. It's not how high his ideology and morality are, or that he is the seed of infatuation, but he doesn't have the right goal and opportunity to make him make mistakes.

When a man's wealth or power reaches a certain level, it is normal to have more women around him. In the animal world, it is natural to choose and objective laws for strong male animals to have many mates, and human beings as advanced animals must not be free from the attributes of some animals, and must also be bound by objective laws.

As soon as the mother and son walked to the gate of Yang's house, they heard Yang's mother's scolding. Yang's mother has no opinion about the clothes and flowers that Murong Qingyun gave Yang Mengmeng. After all, it is normal for the man to give some small gifts to the woman. Although the two are already a married couple, the difference of two yuan is 10,000 yuan, which is difficult for Yang's mother to accept. Such a valuable thing can't be accepted by traditional women like her who earn less than 1,000 yuan a month and live in shantytowns.

The nameless fire in Yang's heart became bigger and bigger. She pointed to her daughter and scolded endlessly, "How can I give birth to you, a vain thing. You tell me honestly, did you force Qingyun to buy it for you?

Yang Mengmeng's tears came out of her eyes. While sobbing, she tried to explain to her mother: "No, absolutely not. He took the initiative to buy it for me.

"You still dare to lie in front of me. Wearing such an expensive diamond ring, you are not afraid that you can't lift your hand. How do I usually teach you? It seems that you are listening to my words. Although our family is poor, we are innocent all our lives. If you like money so much, I think you'd better terminate the marriage contract so that you won't hurt Qingyun, a good child. Yang's mother stamped her feet.

"I didn't lie. I remember all your words. You want me to be diligent and thrifty, and don't waste..." Yang Mengmeng replied while wiping the tears on her face.

"I know, you still do that. I think you are good but have not learned, but have learned all the bad ones. Those who know are okay, but those who don't know think that I incited you to ask the Murong family for it. What do you want the Murong family to think of me? What do you think of your mother?" Yang's mother scolded angrily.

Murong Qiuwei and Murong Qingyun came to Yang Mengmeng's room when they heard the sound. Yang Mengmeng, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, saw Murong Qingyun. He immediately stood up and rushed to his arms and said, "Explain to your mother quickly. The ring was willingly given to me. I didn't take the initiative to ask you for such a valuable gift.

Without waiting for Murong Qingyun to speak, Murong Qiuwei took Yang's mother's hand and smiled, "Mother, calm down first. I know about the ring. Qingyun should send Mengmeng an engagement ring. After all, the two are already unmarried. Besides, Qingyun bought this with his own money, but I have never sponsored him a penny.

Yang's cloudy face slowly unfolded and sighed, "Oh, it's all my fault for teaching daughter. This thing is really too expensive, and I will take it. Qingyun also depends on his salary, and it is not easy to get money. In the afternoon, I went to return the diamond ring.

"This time, you just listen to me. It's just a ring. It's no big deal. In the future, Qingyun will send you a villa for retirement. Do you still think it's expensive and return it? Let them handle the children's affairs by themselves. After all, they are all adults. Murong Qiuwei said with a straight face.

"One day, Qingyun will respect my big villa, and I will definitely want it. At that time, I will wake up with a smile in my dream. Yang's mother said happily. After a pause, he shook his head and said, "You spoil dreams too much and will spoil her."

Yang's mother left the room under the persuasion of Murong Qiuwei. Yang Mengmeng felt particularly wronged by her mother. Her eyes were red, and tears flowed out. Murong Qingyun held her in his arms, kissed her smooth face and coaxed her with sweet words.

After Yang Mengmeng stopped crying, she pounded Murong Qingyun's chest with her little fist and said unreasonablely, "It's all your fault. Why did you give me such an expensive diamond ring? I was scolded so badly by my mother.

"Why don't we listen to Mom and return the ring?" Murong Qingyun said with a smile.

"No." Yang Mengmeng broke away from Murong Qingyun's arms.

"Can't bear it?" Murong Qingyun looked in the mirror and wiped the tears with paper.

"Hm, a little bit. However, I mainly don't want to wear a second engagement ring. Yang Mengmeng looked at the diamond ring in the middle finger of her left hand and had some divine Taoism.

The only girl in the city has more or less a little princess disease. The main cause of this disease is due to Korean dramas, which are caused by brainwashing and psychological hints of girls day and night. At the same time, the serious imbalance between men and women in China is also the main cause. Yang Mengmeng's little vanity, capriciousness and modesty make Murong Qingyun still tolerate it.

Yang Mengmeng suddenly took off the diamond ring on the middle finger of her left hand, turned around, looked at Murong Qingyun affectionately, and smiled and said, "Should you hold the red rose, hold the ring, kneel in front of me on one knee, and make a touching confession?"

"No, men have gold under their knees, and according to China's ancient etiquette, good men only worship the king of heaven and earth." Murong Qingyun showed his disgust for the way European and American men proposed.

"You are a typical male chauvinism." Yang Mengmeng was indignant.

"The form you requested is not in line with our national conditions, so I advise you to give up this idea. You should have known what I am, and why do you have any illusions about me? Murong Qingyun said without saying a smile.

"It's disgusting, you're so annoying." Yang Mengmeng put the ring she had just taken back on.

In the outer room, Yang's mother and Murong Qiuwei filled the table with delicious home-cooked dishes. Yang's mother, like all 40-year-old and uneducated factory workers, has green hair mixed with faint white hair, and the place where her face should be wrinkled is unambiguous. Yang Mengmeng's parents are very ordinary, and they are the kind of people who are not easy to find and more difficult to remember. After the genetic optimization combination of the two, the daughter gave birth to a watery beauty. Although Yang's mother is very rude, she is a knowledgeable and educated person. Murong Qiuwei likes Yang's mother's straightforward and hypocritical personality, so the relationship between the two is very good.

"Why don't you two come out for dinner?" Murong Qiuwei shouted to the inner room.

Murong Qingyun was in front, while Yang Mengmeng came out behind. He sat opposite his mother as usual. She stamped her steps, lowered her head and rubbed the hem of her dress, with some embarrassment.

"What else are you doing there? Come over for dinner soon. Is it possible that you want me, the mother, to feed you in person? Yang's mother said in anger.

"Oh..." Yang Mengmeng dragged the long ending and sat down.

"Qingyun, I want to criticize you. You have to change the problem of spending money randomly. There is no need to spend 10,000 yuan to buy a stuff. From now on, you two will live and spend a lot of money! Careful calculation is the way to live. Yang's mother looked at Murong Qingyun and told him.

"Ye, I know. Yang's mother's cooking is delicious. Let me tell you a secret that my mother's cooking is simply not eaten by people. Murong Qingyun chewed the beef in his mouth and swallowed it, telling the truth.

"Bad boy, I forgot my mother when I have a daughter-in-law. Don't want me so soon! You all started to flatter your mother-in-law. In the future, you don't want to eat the food I cook. You ate me for more than 20 years and found that you were a white-eyed wolf. Murong Qiuwei laughed and scolded.

"I'm just telling the truth. Whenever I have dinner, I like to run towards Yang's mother. Sister Qiu Wei, your cooking skills really need to be improved. I'm not exposing your shortcomings. Sometimes you don't want to eat the dishes you cook, so you force me to eat them. You have experimented with me for more than 20 years, and I have been devastated by you for a long time, and I have to praise you by saying things against my will. Oh, it's too difficult." Murong Qingyun laughed.

"You like the dishes I cook. You can come and eat at any time." Yang's mother interrupted with a smile on her face.

"Today, you are telling the truth. For so many years, you have been running to my house to get a meal. If I don't have good cooking skills, don't you want me? Yang Mengmeng looked at Murong Qingyun with a resentful face.

"Well...probably, maybe, maybe, I will think about it again." Murong Qingyun said with a smile.

Yang Mengmeng said "disgusting" and kicked Murong Qingyun under the table. The flirting between the young couple is like a child who has not grown up in the eyes of the two mothers. Although Yang's mother scolded Yang Mengmeng fiercely, the mother and daughter had an overnight hatred. Yang Mengmeng still served rice and soup for her mother as usual. After a meal, we talked and laughed happily.

After the meal, Murong Qingyun still raised his feet, sitting on the sofa smoking a cigarette, blowing a fan and watching TV. Yang Mengmeng, like a girl, once again began her own job: cleaning the table and washing the dishes. Murong Qiuwei suggested that her son should help Yang Mengmeng, but he pretended not to hear and pretended to be congenitally mentally retarded. Yang's mother immediately established a united front with Murong Qingyun, dissuaded Sister Qiu Wei, and said good words for him.