Chapter 73 Reunion

Yang Mengmeng began to recall Murong Qingyun's words. Although she has the temper of a little girl, she is not a woman who is good or bad. What he said is not the truth, but what he said still makes sense. Murong Qingyun did not expect Yang Mengmeng to change his view of Bai Bing immediately. He just doesn't want them to fight and pinch when they meet like enemies of the tenth generation.

Yang Mengmeng, who was lost in thought, was definitely unwilling to shake hands with Bai Bing's good sisters. At this point, neither of them will take the initiative to show their goodwill to each other. After all, the face problem is a big problem. Although Murong Qingyun made an impassioned speech, Yang Mengmeng's suspicion had not been dispelled at all.

In order not to disturb Yang Mengmeng's rest, Murong Qingyun went out of bed to turn off the chandelier, sat in front of the computer table, turned on the desk lamp and continued to read the information. She lay in ** and didn't fall asleep at all. After all, it was too early to sleep at all. She closed her eyes and thought about things. Throughout the next day, the two hardly talked. She must still be angry. After all, her buttocks still hurt faintly, and he excused Bai Bing's good words. He knew that she was sulking for two days. The result of him coaxing her is that she will think that he is not wrong at all. It is him who is wrong. Rarely quiet, he accelerated his efforts to read the information.

After another day, the Mid-Autumn Festival holiday. When the two woke up from **, Murong Qingyun recalled what Sister Qiu Wei told him to bring something to Yang's mother. Although the two are already too familiar, their mother's order is to complete the order, which needs to be completed without compromise and quality and quantity.

Murong Qingyun said to Yang Mengmeng while wearing clothes, "Let's go to the mall first and bring some Mid-Autumn Festival gifts to your mother. Although I know your mother very well, I really don't know what she likes.

"You don't call your mother, okay? She is already your mother-in-law-to-be, and will soon be your official mother-in-law. Anyway, you should call her mother. If you really feel uncomfortable, you can also call Yang's mother!" Yang Mengmeng, who was tidying up the sheets, pouted and complained, "You don't have a long memory at all about this matter. After so many years and so many festivals, you still can't remember. My mother likes affordable things.

"Oh," Murong Qingyun casually said, "Then I'll give her the money. How much do you think is appropriate?"

Yang Mengmeng, who stared at him fiercely, was very dissatisfied and said, "My mother is not so vulgar and vulgar. The benefits I'm talking about are the kind of living at home. Didn't your school distribute moon cakes and cooking oil? Let's bring this to her."

Murong Qingyun was worried and said, "Your mother doesn't think I'm very childish!"

Yang Mengmeng, who patted the pillow a few times, smiled and asked, "Do you think you are a generous person?"

Murong Qingyun quickly shook his head and replied, "No, I feel that I am a relatively stingy person and is trying to become a more stingy person than the four stingy. When I rose to that stage, I became the king of stingy.

Yang Mengmeng gave him a rude look and said, "You continue to work hard. I hope there will be one day."

The young couple are reawased. Yang Mengmeng mixed his mouth with him while making breakfast. Murong Qingyun sat on a chair like a prince and turned on the computer to watch the latest One Piece and Naruto. Girls are outgoing, and their daughter-in-law is quite good at saving money for themselves.

When the two eat breakfast, Yang Mengmeng will still give Murong Qingyun one more ham sausage on her plate. In this regard, he asked her to make one more for herself. Why is it so troublesome to divide it? She likes to express her love for him in this way. This feeling often reminds her of the good times when the two just fell in love.

Yang Mengmeng carried a box of moon cakes, while Murong Qingyun naturally carried a bucket of cooking oil in his left and right hands. Men need to show the true nature of labor in all aspects. The two went out talking and laughing, took a taxi and rushed home. The young taxi driver is very jealous that Murong Qingyun can deal with such a beautiful woman around him.

Yang's mother went to the vegetable market for shopping at dawn. After buying the things, Murong Qiuwei did not have the air of the head of the Deep Blue Group at all, and helped Yang's mother like many times. Yang's mother always feels that cultural people like her should not do such a heavy job. Yang's mother will try her best to stop it every time, but Murong Qiuwei will always insist. The result of their compromise is a light and clean job for her to do, and the rest of the work is done by herself. If she doesn't agree, Yang's mother will drive people away.

Today, Sister Qiu Wei was very interested, so she decided to cook a dish in the kitchen for everyone to taste. Yang's mother did not object to her request. She stood aside and watched Murong Qiuwei's practical operation. In her life, Qiu Wei's two biggest hobbies are charity and cooking. Her charity is popular and famous all over the world, but her cooking skills are really that Buddha wants to kill even if he eats her dishes. Murong Qiuwei has practiced repeatedly, but she hasn't made any progress.

Yang's mother heard her daughter's shouts and went out of the kitchen to have a look. The two put things on the dinner table, and then Yang Mengmeng praised Murong Qingyun very much for Yang's mother's words. Yang's mother couldn't close her mouth with a smile and thanked God for giving her such a virtuous son-in-law. Hearing this, he took the initiative to take out 200 yuan from his wallet and put it on the table to show his filial piety. Yang's mother didn't say anything and accepted it all. Murong Qingyun knew that if he gave more, Yang's mother would definitely refuse. 200 yuan has just reached her heart.

He can't help with anything in the kitchen. He can only sit on the sofa and watch financial programs and wait for food. Yang Mengmeng rolled up her sleeves and was definitely going to the kitchen to help. When she entered the kitchen, she saw Murong Qiuwei just put the dishes from the pot to the plate. She looked at the color, smelled it, and felt very satisfied with her work.

Yang Mengmeng, the daughter-in-law, will not make her mother-in-law tired, so she took the initiative to take over Qiu Wei's mother's work. Then, Yang's mother also walked into the kitchen, and the narrow space made the three adults feel crowded. Under the joint persuasion of the Yang family's mother and daughter, Murong Qiuwei could only say goodbye to her own fun for the time being.

Murong Qiuwei, who walked out of the kitchen, was quite happy to see her baby son reading financial news, but her eyes saw the little things and money on the table. She sat next to him very unhappily and held his ear and said, "What I told you is all ears. Don't you feel shabby about that little thing on the table?

'Alas' Murong Qingyun explained softly, "Yang Mengmeng told me that Yang's mother likes affordable things to live at home, so I bought those things, and I deliberately added more 200 yuan."

Murong Qiuwei twisted his ear twice and said, "Don't fool me. Those things on the table must be the Mid-Autumn Festival rewards issued by your school. Isn't it appropriate for you to move things you don't want to your mother-in-law?

Murong Qingyun, who rubbed his ears red by Sister Qiu Wei, said seriously, "It's all good things. Don't wrong me."

"I will not pursue this matter for the time being. How's the work I've been to you?" Murong Qiuwei said seriously.

"I'm starting to write, and I will deliver it on time." Murong Qingyun smiled confidently.

"In more than a month, it will be your mother-in-law's 50th birthday. I have discussed with her that we have been outside this time. Murong Qiuwei arranged the task again and said, "Go and order a pure gold birthday peach for her, the standard of 999 grams. On her birthday, just tell her it's gold-plated. She is not an easy woman. She didn't have a dream until she was nearly 30 years old.

"You have me at such a young age. Tell me something about you and your father." Murong Qingyun pulled his face with heartache and said with a wry smile, "This is a matter of nearly 400,000 yuan. Isn't it too luxurious?"

"If I don't hit you for three days, you have to go to the house to remove the tiles. Don't talk about this again." Murong Qiuwei said with a straight face, "Do you have any objection?"

He immediately changed his words and said carefully, "No, you said so, so I have to do it. There is no problem with 400,000 yuan.

Murong Qiuwei twisted his ear again and told him, "If you make such a mistake again, mom won't be so polite. I know how much money you have in your pocket. The mother and daughter of the Yang family have never taken the initiative to ask us for a bride price, so this golden peach is a little sign of your filial piety.

Murong Qingyun opened her hand and said, "Mom, you definitely look like a peerless beauty from your appearance, but..."

In the middle of his speech, he dared not go on. He was afraid that Sister Qiu Wei would beat herself. After all, his mother was definitely not a good man and a woman. He is very clear about this. When I was a child, I was beaten by her or the fierce people she called.

Yang Mengmeng walked out of the kitchen with vegetables and put them on the table. Seeing that their mother and son were talking very speculatively, she asked with a smile, "What are you talking about?" May I know?"

Murong Qiuwei stood up and walked to her, touched her tender little face, and smiled, "The stinky boy told me that since the festival is over, he thinks you are very hard and wants to take you shopping."

Yang Mengmeng immediately clapped her hands and cheered, while Murong Qingyun began to struggle with the position of her hand in her heart.

Sister Qiu Wei, who turned around, looked at her son and said, "When you go home later, take away your iPhone. I, an old woman, can use things that are not used to you young people.

Murong Qingyun, who slowly let go of his hand, suddenly felt a little better.